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111,561 | A Night With Julie part 2 | Her left hand went down to cup and fondle my balls as her right struggled to get my belt undone. I cursed my decision to wear my low-cut, tight-fitting cotton flares without jockeys and started thinking about musical scales in my head to avoid cumming too soon and missing out on the pleasures that lay ahead of me. With success at the buckle, she now pulled at my shirt with both hands to get it out of my pants. Pushing it up, she began to lick my tummy, spending time in my navel and then lapping away through the sparse hairs on the way down to my jeans and back as she fumbled with the three buttons securing my fly. Pulling my pants wide apart, she smiled at the sight of the "tree line". I keep my cock and balls shaved smooth. It's considerate to a woman, and it feels so fucking sensitive. I highly recommend it. And guys, it's even fashionable these days. But I'm getting off track here.
Julie went back to licking me, this time concentrating on the base of my smooth tool and rubbing the length of my now painfully hard erection through my pants. I started thinking about oil changes and tune-ups. She stopped the rubbing, thank God. Then she reached around behind me and grabbed a cheek in each hand for a squeeze before gripping the back of my pants and pulling them halfway down my thighs. Boing! Up sprang my cock, and she didn't waste a minute before diving in with both hands and licking me all over. Up and down the underside of my engorged penis and then sucking my balls gently, one at a time, into her soft warm mouth. Holding my balls and dick up and licking just behind my scrotum, stimulating my prostate. Then licking all around my shaft with that wonderful tongue. Then she took hold of me with both hands and began to pump me as she licked the pre-cum that was oozing from the tip. Then she opened wide and enveloped the bigger-than-ever purple head of my cock and swirled her tongue before shoving down on it as far as she could go. I hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly, and I said, "Easy girl, I don't want to hurt you."
Julie pulled me out of her mouth and recovered while she jerked me with her fist. When she caught her breath, she replied, "No, it's ok. I want you to fuck my mouth. Fuck me any way you want. Make me cum like that, and I'll do anything you want. I'll be your wanton slut if you like. Your little fuck toy. Just make me cum once in a while to remind me why I do this." And with that, she spat on my prick. And she opened her mouth and placed the first couple of inches on her tongue and licked the underside of the head. She looked up at me with slutty eyes and smiled and slowly pulled me out of her mouth, still held together by a strand of her saliva. Her mouth was watering, and I knew that her cunt must be dripping as well.
She put me back in her mouth and reached down to her snatch with her left hand and, using her right to pump my shaft and alternately fondle my balls, she began to fuck my dick with her mouth. Her willingness to please me and the sight of her pretty face devouring my harder-than-ever cock was more than I could handle. I felt the pressure build, and I knew I was about to spurt. So I spoke loudly in warning, "I'm going to cum," but she already knew and didn't care because she increased her fervor.
I made one last attempt to stem the tide and then let go with what must have been seven or eight blasts of my sweet milky fluid. On about the third or fourth, Julie pulled me out of her mouth and started licking my balls like a dog licks his own, and I sprayed my cum into her black tresses. "Mmmmnnnnn," she said.
I reached down and grabbed her face in my hands. I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth with passion and lust. I began kissing and licking her sticky face. I said, "Ok, let's see if you really mean that." And with that, I started kissing her on the side of the neck, underneath the chin, back up, and then licking her ear while I grabbed her ass with one hand and cupping her mons with the other, I gave a hard squeeze and shoved my tongue into her ear.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed as her knees buckled, pressing her cunt even harder into my hand.
... to be continued. | 3 |
111,572 | Triad | Helen hadn't expected us to return so soon from our shopping trip. We caught her in the pleasure palace, naked, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a trapeze artist, with vibrators inserted in both her pussy and her ass. Two strong elastic ropes - the kind which body builders stretch to develop their muscles - were fixed to the walls on either side of her. They were fixed slightly ahead of where Helen was hanging, roughly at the same height as her breasts as she was hanging in an upside-down position. The elastic ropes were attached to nipple clamps Helen was wearing and exerted considerable forward and sideways pull on her tits. Another rubber band was hanging from the ceiling, waiting to be attached to the clamp on Helen's clit.
It was a fantastic image to behold. Being able to see Helen's naked beauty again - her beautiful breasts, her perfectly rounded ass cheeks and her hairless pussy - after weeks of having to guess the shape of her body through the body stocking was a wonderful surprise. I could only guess what kind of pain the pull of the elastic ropes on Helen's nipples might cause, and what agony would result if she were to go ahead and attach the third rubber band to her clit.
I wondered how Helen had managed to get herself into this position on her own. It required careful planning and considerable physical flexibility to hang oneself upside down from the ceiling, put on nipple clamps and then attach them to the wall, the way Helen had done. I also observed that in spite of her uncomfortable position, she didn't look like a helpless, vulnerable victim. She was completely in charge of the situation.
One thing which might explain this impression was that she had retained free use of her hands and arms, whereas Cathy and I always had our hands tied behind our backs when we found ourselves suspended from the ceiling.
"I'm just trying out some new positions for you guys," Helen explained as she detached the elastic ropes from her nipple clamps. The ropes snapped against the walls with considerable force as Helen released them. The noise they made gave an indication of the strain they must have caused Helen's nipples.
Cathy's eyes sparkled. She had all but forgotten the disagreeable events at the mall. This new way of suffering seemed to hold a strange attraction for her. "When are you going to let me try this new position?" she asked.
"Soon," Helen answered as she swung her upper body upwards a few times until her hands were able to reach the trapeze bar. "Maybe sooner than you'd like."
While one hand held on to the bar, Helen untied her legs and then jumped down to the floor. She removed the vibrators from her pussy and ass and held them out to Cathy. "Lick them clean for me," she said.
Cathy reacted like a puppy which had been told to fetch a ball. She dropped to her knees and licked the two vibrators Helen had handed her, one at a time. In the meantime, Helen slipped back into the black outfit which had become her trademark over the recent weeks.
Cathy acted as if the experience of feeling those elastic ropes pull on her nipples couldn't come soon enough. She seemed willing to start straight away, without saying a word about what happened at the shopping center.
But Helen wouldn't be Helen if she hadn't noticed the disappointment and distress on our faces as we returned, much earlier than expected. Besides, we had returned empty-handed. Cathy hadn't made any move to show Helen proudly what beautiful present I had bought her - which would have been the normal thing to happen after a shopping trip.
"What happened?" Helen asked. "Didn't you find anything you liked?"
"That bitch Sue made a scene and told everybody I was a cocksucker. It's not my fault that her husband got fed up with her constant refusals and looked for someone else," Cathy burst out.
Helen didn't know who 'that bitch Sue' was. I could see that Cathy's report was likely to be short on facts and long on emotions, so I decided to provide a more objective account of our encounter with Bill's wife.
I gave Helen a detailed report of what had happened, exactly how it had happened, without taking sides. Of course, I had to agree with Cathy that women who don't please their men have only themselves to blame if their men look elsewhere for satisfaction. After all, the new thrill in our relationship was largely the result of Cathy having learned this lesson.
I also repeated what Sue had said about Helen, 'that chink woman', about the assessment that it was all her fault and the allegation of her being investigated by the FBI for being a member of some unspecified secret organization.
Helen seemed to be hurt by these accusations.
"It's terrible to see how deeply embedded these racist ideas are in people's minds. When everything is hunky-dory, the economy is doing well, everybody has a job and a place to live, then it almost seems that this way of thinking has disappeared. But as soon as a conflict arises, people resort to the same old stereotypes. They accuse us of taking away their jobs, their apartments, their men - or of being terrorists.
"If the FBI has a file on me, then it's probably because of my frequent and long trips to Cuba. And I was born in Vietnam! So somebody added two and two together and concluded that I'm planning single-handedly to overthrow the government."
"With this particular government, you would be doing the American people a favor," I ventured.
"Not only the American people, the whole world," Cathy added.
But Helen was more concerned about our future than that of the American government. "It looks like you've bestowed your generosity on the wrong kind of people."
I tried to defend my friends, particularly Bill, but had to agree with Helen that he carried a fair share of responsibility for the scene at the mall, and that he was, at best, a dumb ass.
"This Sue is going to do whatever she can to turn your existence into a living hell. Your best bet is to get out of here without leaving a forwarding address."
I found Helen's suggestion far too radical. Wouldn't a quick departure on the quiet look like an admission of guilt? We hadn't done anything we needed to be ashamed of. Why should we run away from Sue and her twisted value system? I preferred to wait and see how things would develop rather than take any precipitous action we might regret later.
"Sometimes you don't want to hang around until things get worse. You get out of the way before the defenders of moral values come down on you with full force. And if it looks like an admission of guilt, who cares? Those who will judge you guilty aren't the kind of people whose opinion matters to you, anyway."
Even if we accepted that Helen might be right, there were practical questions which couldn't be resolved so quickly. We couldn't pull up stakes and leave from one day to the next. We didn't have any place to move to, nor did we have any idea which part of town - or which other town - might offer a more tolerant atmosphere for people like us.
"Those friends I mentioned already a few times would probably be able to accommodate you. You would be almost as comfortable with them as you are here. And the great advantage is that you would be amongst people who value your skills and attitude. Tomorrow morning, I'll make a few phone calls. Maybe I'll go and talk to them about your case.
"As for today, we can't let the day pass without you receiving any training. Take off those funny clothes and let's see what else I can teach you."
Shortly afterwards I was treated to the sight of Cathy hanging upside down from the ceiling, her arms tied behind her back, vibrators humming away in her ass and pussy, and her full breasts being pulled in opposite directions.
In addition to the torture Helen had inflicted on herself while we were out shopping, Helen had also tied a coarse rope around Cathy's chest, just above and below her breasts and also crossing between them. The result, which looked like some kind of harness, had the effect of pushing Cathy's breasts upward and forward, making them protrude even more than usual. Just seeing Cathy tied up like this, with her arms behind her back, got my cock so hard, it almost hurt.
Helen had decided to use shorter elastic bands on Cathy than she had used on herself. With Cathy's ample breasts the ropes had to be shorter to exert the same pull, she explained.
Only a few weeks ago, seeing Cathy suffer like this would have made me feel nothing but compassion for her. But now, her vulnerability made me want to abuse her a little more. There was an almost irresistible desire to spank her ass as she was hanging there, to cause her body to swing back and forth, knowing that this would increase the strain on her nipples even further. This desire didn't come from a wish to hurt Cathy. It came from the knowledge that by increasing her pain I would also increase her pleasure.
Fortunately for Cathy - or maybe unfortunately - I wasn't in a condition to cause her any discomfort. Helen had decided to let me feel the strength of those elastic ropes too. I witnessed Cathy's ordeal on my knees, my legs spread as wide as possible, with a rope pulling my cock down towards the floor, while it wanted to go in the opposite direction: up.My arms were tied behind my back, and for good measure, there was a vibrator humming away in my ass.
Helen must have read my mind, or maybe I had learned to think like her. As she slapped Cathy's bottom, Cathy's body started to swing to and fro. Cathy's whimpers grew louder whenever the pull on her nipples increased.
When Helen attached the third rubber strap to Cathy's clit, Cathy was treated to the sensation of having her clit pulled towards the ceiling while the rest of her body was pulled down, towards the floor, following the law of gravity. It must have been a very powerful sensation, judging by the noise Cathy produced.
The screams seemed to be too much for Helen. She took some strong, wide adhesive tape and stuck it over Cathy's mouth. The measure had the desired effect, but it made me wonder why Helen had resorted to such an unsophisticated method of gagging Cathy? I knew that there was an impressive range of brightly-colored ball gags in Helen's toolbox which she might have used. The only reason I could think of was that removing the tape afterwards would cause a lot more pain than simply unfastening a ball gag.
"The place you'll be moving to isn't as isolated as your house. You'll have to learn to control your screams - or you'll have to be gagged in the future," Helen explained.
Even though I hadn't gotten around to buying Cathy anything at the mall, she still received a special present later that day. Cathy was allowed to lick Helen's pussy while I fucked her ass.
As I watched Cathy's tongue slide along Helen's juicy slit, I wondered what I would need to do to earn a similar reward. I envied Cathy for the privilege, but I wasn't going to scorn her rear which she offered me so eagerly. While the vibrator still stimulated my own ass, I thrust my cock into Cathy's rear to show her how much I had enjoyed her performance a little earlier.
I knew that Cathy enjoys eating Helen's pussy almost as much as I do, so I kept my movements slow and steady, at least in the beginning. That also gave me a chance to watch how Cathy's tongue explored every crevice of this wonderful slit. And I could see the quiet pleasure on Helen's face as Cathy pulled out all the stops and demonstrated how much she had learned over the recent weeks.
My own pleasure wasn't anything to be sneezed at, either. My cock was planted deep in Cathy's tight ass and accompanied every movement of her rear, while there was a man-size vibrator lodged in my own ass, humming away at varying speeds according to Helen's whim - because she had taken charge of the remote control.
After I had let Cathy satisfy her appetite for Helen's pussy, I started fucking her rear in earnest. And I knew that, in spite of all the stimulation I was receiving, it wouldn't be over within minutes. I no longer needed Helen's device to control my ejaculation. I could fuck as long as I wanted and I was the one who decided when I was going to come.
I was determined to make this a memorable fuck. I wanted to hear Cathy's orgasmic screams, muffled only by the fact that her mouth was buried in Helen's crotch. I held on to Cathy's hips as I thrust into her ass. I could see Helen squeeze her own nipples as Cathy's tongue plowed her slit, moved by the force of my thrusts.
As I looked at 'my' two women in front of me, I wondered seriously whether any man in the world has ever felt happier than I felt at that moment.
The next morning brought the unusual sight of Helen serving our breakfast dressed in what could best be described as a smart business suit.
"I've already made a few phone calls while you were still snoring," Helen explained. "As soon as I've finished feeding you, I'll go and see a few people to arrange an asylum for you. I'm sure there will be a big demand for people with your talent and enthusiasm."
Her words reminded me of our decision to move somewhere else in order to avoid the vendetta which Sue might organize against us. It wouldn't be easy to leave the house with the grand staircase and the pleasure palace behind. But it also raised the question of where Helen would stay.
"What about you?" I asked her. "Are you going to come with us?"
"No," Helen answered, "It's time for me to move on. Remember that Leonard Cohen song in which it says: 'I told you when I came I was a stranger'? I've always warned you that I couldn't stay with you forever. Now is as good a time as any to say goodbye. But before I go, I'll make sure you're well looked after."
This answer, although it was meant to be reassuring, caused a storm of protests from Cathy and me. "I'd rather stay here with you and face the lynch mob, than move to a safe place without you," Cathy declared. I joined Cathy in her pleas, declaring that life wouldn't be the same without Helen's daily torture.
Helen wouldn't be swayed. "The choice is not stay here with me or move without me. I've got to go in any case. So the choice is stay here without me or move without me. If you move, there will be somebody who'll look after your need for daily torture. If you stay, you're alone against the mob. The choice is yours."
After some more protests from both of us and some whining from Cathy, we had to face the fact that Helen would be leaving us, whichever way we decided.
"If we really have to part ways, then I want to be allowed to kiss your raspberry lips once more before you abandon us. Not just your lips, I want to kiss your entire body, every tiny little part of it. I want to make love to you for hours and I want to come inside you and then lick my cum from your pussy," I stated my requirements for letting Helen leave.
Cathy had her own wish list. It seemed to consist of one item only. "I want you to lick me into oblivion," she requested. And as far as me retrieving my cum from Helen's pussy was concerned, Cathy staked a claim for at least part of it. I agreed to share it with her.
Helen seemed to be touched by the enthusiasm with which we described what we intended to do to her. "I'll remember it when the time comes," she said. "And who knows, our paths may cross again in the future."
Although that answer didn't constitute any firm commitment on her part, we felt pleased about her response and were almost looking forward to the time when we had to say farewell.
After Helen left to talk to her friends, Cathy and I made our way to the discipline den, just as we would normally do. In Helen's absence, we felt like children who had sneaked into their parents' bedroom while they were away.
Without me saying a word, Cathy spread out on top of the table, waiting for me to tie her up. I strapped her into the customary X-shape, put clamps on her nipples and teased her with my tongue and a number of vibrators. Cathy's reaction was as expected: she wanted more, she wanted me to make her come. I kept teasing her for a while, but in the end I gave in to her pleas and brought her to a wonderful orgasm, sucking her clit while I pushed a vibrator into her pussy.
After that, I tried out the ropes. I had had plenty of opportunity to watch Helen tie up Cathy in every imaginable shape, but doing it myself was a completely different thing. The ropes were never tight enough to cause any real discomfort. My knots were so loose that Cathy managed to free herself after wriggling for a short while.
Cathy put her frustration into words. "As torture-masters go, you're a failure. You try to be gentle when you ought to be severe. I want you to hurt me because it gives both of us pleasure. You're too compassionate. It seems like you constantly want to apologize for what you're doing."
I had to admit that I could never quite put aside the enormous tenderness I feel for Cathy. Maybe this was just a question of learning as I went along. Maybe I just don't have the talent. Or maybe I'm just a wimp when it comes to causing pain, as Cathy kept saying.
Cathy thought it was time for her to demonstrate her skills as a torture-master. She had learned to enjoy suffering pain, therefore she didn't have any problem with causing pain. And, boy, did she make me suffer!
First, Cathy fitted the harness around my cock and balls. She had come to cherish this gadget as the bringer of lasting hardness to my cock and didn't think I should spend a day without wearing it for at least a few hours.
Then Cathy made me bend over the table and gave my behind a thorough walloping. She spanked me with her bare hand and when that got sore, she resorted to a cane, a whip, a paddle and God knows what else. I had the feeling that there wasn't an implement in the whole torture-chamber which she didn't use to thrash me. Cathy remained deaf to my pleas for mercy and answered my threat that I would do the same thing to her as soon as I'd get my hands free with a heart-felt, 'Oh yes, please do'.
When Cathy got tired of tanning my backside - I guess it must have turned glowing purple at that stage - she decided to show me the ropes, or more precisely, show me how good she could use them. She didn't have any qualms about causing me pain. And she wasn't afraid of being inventive, either. At one time, she had me dangling from the ceiling by one foot, while my hands were tied to the other one. Her favorite position seemed to be letting me hang belly down with my wrists tied to my ankles. This allowed her to sit beneath me and lick and stroke my cock which was sticking out like a meat thermometer from a turkey.
Cathy knew very well that I couldn't come, no matter what she did to me, and that her caresses, although welcome, only served to increase my agony. Eventually, she lowered me enough so that my hard cock just scraped the floor. She gave me a firm push to get my body to swing like a pendulum and then left me hanging while she went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.This was how Helen found me when she returned: hanging from the ceiling, looking as if I wanted to fuck the floor. She congratulated Cathy on her initiative, but didn't make any move to release me. That was up to Cathy, who was only able to devote her attention to me when the meal was ready and the table laid.
"How would you like to live in Washington?" Helen asked casually as we started to demolish our meal.
"Washington, DC, or Washington state?" Cathy wanted to know.
"Washington, DC. In the shadow of Capitol Hill."
The suggestion took me by surprise. I hadn't thought we would be moving to another state. I wanted to know more about the proposal.
"I've got a friend there who lives in this huge mansion. He's well connected and does a lot of entertaining for people from the upper echelons of the administration. He'll be thrilled to show them what cultured and adventurous people he's acquainted with. You'll have plenty of opportunity to show off your linguistic skills."
"Since the fiasco at the ALT-conference, I consider myself no longer a linguist, nor a cultured person. I have no intention of giving another 'short talk' - ever. Nor am I keen on engaging in small talk about the subtleties of our language with snobbish intellectuals."
"Oh, you've got me wrong. Or maybe I chose the wrong words. It's not that kind of linguistic skill I was talking about. I was thinking more of the things you do with your tongue. There will be plenty of new pussies to lick."
Helen clarified her proposal further. "This mansion is really large, it looks a little bit like a castle. I believe it used to be some ambassador's residence. My friend is converting a part of the outbuildings into a dungeon. That's where you'll be spending most of your time. And when he has guests visiting, you'll be allowed out to perform. Or maybe the party will move into your dwellings for a bit of adult entertainment, a show with audience participation, so to speak."
Cathy was the first to react. "A dungeon! What a marvelous idea! I always wanted to know what it feels like to be locked up in a dungeon."
I wasn't so sure about the 'always' part. Cathy seemed to have a short memory. But I could confirm that, nowadays, she quite obviously liked nothing more than being used and abused in every possible way. And a dungeon seemed to be the ideal place for this.
As far as I was concerned, I couldn't actually say that I enjoyed the treatment I suffered at the hands of these two ravishing beauties who were having lunch with me. But the relief at the end was always sensational. It was so good that all the suffering seemed worthwhile. I had come to accept the torment as a necessary evil.
"You won't be able to transfer right away," Helen said, sensing our agreement. "It will take a few days to get everything ready for you. Then you can move. In the meantime, it's probably best if you lie low - and continue with your training."
This reminder that our move was imminent - and with it the separation from Helen - reawakened my desire to kiss her raspberry lips one more time, to make love to her at least once more before we parted. Should I negotiate, make this a condition for my agreement to the move? Should I beg for it, appeal to her better nature?
I had a better idea. "I can't express in words how grateful I am to you, Helen, for everything you've done for us. You deserve a big kiss."
Before Helen could say anything or move out of the way, I had put my arms around her and planted a big kiss on those wonderful lips. I didn't stop there, of course. My embrace became tighter, as my kiss became hotter. Helen struggled for air. I allowed her a short breather but I didn't loosen the tight grip I had on her.
Once I had experienced my first taste, I wasn't going to let go until I had satisfied my thirst for these dark red lips. Neither was I going to limit my kisses to her lips alone. The smart business suit wasn't enough of an obstacle to deter me. It fell victim to my determined hands. Things became really easy when Cathy caught on to my idea and lent me a helping hand.
Jointly, we stripped Helen of those clothes which made her look like a respectable businesswoman and changed her back into the sexy creature which had transformed our lives and our home when she arrived only weeks ago.
Cathy helped me to pin Helen down to the floor so that I could feast my mouth on Helen's naked body. How I enjoyed letting my lips wander over her defenseless body, to make Helen gasp as I clamped my teeth firmly on her nipples, as hard as cherrystones! Needless to say, the place where I lingered longest was between her legs. I licked, kissed and sucked every tiny part of Helen's hairless pussy. I felt her hips buck as my tongue stabbed her while my finger invaded her asshole. I smelled the sweet scent of a satisfied woman and considered it the just reward for my efforts.
It was a pleasure to have Helen under my control, to take her by brute force. No matter how much she wriggled to get free, how much she begged me to stop, I wouldn't let go of this beautifully sculptured body. I was going to possess her - at least for one evening.
Nothing could hold me back as I plunged my cock into Helen's tight channel - my cock, which was rock hard and was going to stay like this for some time to come, thanks to Helen's skills. I was going to let her feel in her own skin what a useful tool it had become, capable of satisfying even the most demanding woman.
Once my cock was inside Helen, Cathy felt it was safe to relax her grip on Helen's upper body. Cathy wanted to use the chance to fulfill her own wish as well. She pushed her pussy into Helen's face and demanded to be licked. Helen seemed to be reluctant at first, but Cathy just ground her moist pussy against Helen's mouth and nose, threatening to suffocate her if she didn't cooperate.
Later we turned our victim around and made her crouch on all fours, her head conveniently placed between Cathy's thighs while I entered Helen's pussy from behind. This time, I could tell from Cathy's shouts of joy that Helen did exactly what was expected of her - and my cock in Helen's pussy marked the rhythm.
Although Cathy and I were supposedly overpowering Helen, using her against her will, our bodies moved with the harmony of intimate lovers.
When I came, it was like the eruption of a volcano. My climax was so powerful, everything in front of my eyes turned black for a moment. But I soon recovered my strength at the thought that now the time had come to clean Helen's pussy of my cum. Cathy claimed her share of that treasure and, being the gentleman I am, I let her start the proceedings. We took turns in sucking and slurping until we were sure that Helen's pussy was meticulously clean - and the owner satisfied with our efforts.
In hindsight, I realize that everything which happened that evening happened with Helen's consent. Our clumsy efforts to hold her down would not have stood a chance if she had seriously tried to free herself. Her struggle was much too feeble, her whining pleas for mercy too meek to reflect the Helen we knew.
Helen had given us not only the pleasure of using her body, she had also allowed us the triumph of doing so against her will. Her resistance had only been role-play, designed to add to our enjoyment.
That, however, wasn't the way Helen saw things the following morning. As soon as we had finished our breakfast, she ordered us down into the torture chamber and gave me the hardest whipping I have ever received. And Cathy got her fair share for her part in our 'ganging up' on Helen, as she put it.
"You two are a danger to society," Helen declared as the lash of her whip cut across my back. "You ought to be locked up to protect innocent people from your insatiable lust. You don't even stop at raping a defenseless woman you have invited to stay at your house!"
That, particularly the statement about raping a defenseless woman, was a gross distortion of the truth, but there is no way you can argue with someone who's got you tied over a barrel and is whipping your ass with all her strength.
When her fury had abated, Helen untied us and declared that she was going to visit her friend in Washington to check our accommodation there and make sure we would be well taken care of.
"I'll be gone for a couple of days. You'll have to look after yourselves for a while. Keep up your daily training routine. And don't talk to anybody about your move. Particularly don't say where you're going, or else they'll follow you and make your life a living hell."
It felt very strange to see Helen leave, carrying her overnight bag. This would be the first time we'd spend a full day, maybe more, without her. Would we be able to cope on our own?
I felt an urge to fill the gap Helen left, by making contact with the outside world. So, in spite of Helen's prohibition to talk to anybody about our move, I decided to call the few friends I had to say goodbye.
Thinking about who to call, I found that there were surprisingly few people I felt like talking to. Bill was out of the question. I considered him a traitor who had spoilt a good thing and wasn't really worthy of my friendship.
Tim and Hank were also problematic. I was sure that Sue had already contacted Lucy and Meg, their wives, and enrolled them in her crusade against us. There was a good chance that the wives would answer the phone, and that this would result in unpleasant comments I wasn't particularly keen on.
But Eddy wasn't married. I didn't think Sue would have tried to persuade him to join her campaign against wantonness. But Eddy had been the one who had won my ass as his prize. Would my contacting him give him the wrong message? I decided to ignore my doubts, and gave him a call.
Eddy reacted coldly when he recognized my voice. He didn't even let me say what I wanted to tell him."Listen, Stan, we were all drunk that evening," he said. "Both from the alcohol and the seductive women. We went too far. I think it's best for all of us if we forget the whole thing. Let's wait until the dust has settled before we meet again."
He put the phone down without giving me a chance to say anything. I had the impression that even he had been put under pressure.
The only other person I thought of calling was Julie, my 'bit on the side'. I had stopped seeing her when Helen had stepped into my life. Although I still considered Julie an attractive woman, she just couldn't match the thrills I experienced with Helen - even when I wasn't allowed to touch her. I had simply forgotten about Julie. When I remembered her again, I felt guilty about not having at least called her to let her know that our encounter at the motel was off. Now I realized how much it must have hurt her to be left waiting in that motel room for a lover who would never arrive.
I wanted to apologize to Julie for my inconsiderate behavior and let her know that I would be moving away, so we probably wouldn't meet again. I knew that this last part would hurt her, but I thought it better to make a clean break. I still thought that she deserved better than to be someone's extramarital fling. I wanted to encourage her to look for someone who could offer her more than I ever could.
"Now that's what I call a surprise! I thought I'd never hear from you again."
There was resentment in Julie's voice. But I couldn't blame her for her less than friendly reaction.
"I'm sorry that I haven't been in touch. I really am. I called to apologize for my inconsiderate behavior. I didn't get around to calling you earlier because I have been really tied up recently."
This statement about me being tied up set Cathy off on a hysteric giggle which really irritated me as I was trying to concentrate on my phone conversation. I was worried that Julie might hear Cathy in the background.
"Well, just in case you called to invite me to one of your orgies, the answer is no," Julie cut through my apologies.
Oh shit! The rumor mongers had got to Julie as well!
"I don't know what you've heard, Julie, but I want to assure you that it's probably ninety percent exaggeration. Don't let those hypocrites spoil the memory of the good things which happened between us. I simply called to apologize for not having been in touch, and to let you know that Cathy and I will be moving away shortly."
I terminated my phone call in a hurry. Cathy had stopped giggling and was trying to pull me away from the phone, shouting, "Come on, Stan, let me tie you up." I didn't know what had come over Cathy; she didn't usually disturb me when I was on the phone. She surely deserved a thorough spanking for her inexplicably bad behavior. I bent Cathy over my knees and tanned her bottom before I let her tie me up.
I hadn't been in a very cheerful mood since Helen left that morning, and the two phone calls depressed me even more. It was probably best if we accepted Helen's offer and moved somewhere else. That decision, it occurred to me, had already been taken. I just wasn't sure when it happened and who took it.
We don't know exactly where we are going, and we won't be leaving a forwarding address. Helen told us that she found somebody who will rent our house while we are away. They'll pass any letters which arrive to one of Helen's friends here, who will then forward them to us.
Helen promised that at our destination we'll be able to live out all our fantasies, maybe even more than we'd ever dreamt of. I'm looking forward to the change with some trepidation, but have to agree that it's probably the best thing to do.
I don't feel much like leaving the house these days. I feel awkward, kind of out of place, amongst 'normal' people. My cock is almost constantly hard. I don't mean to say that I have a permanent erection. No, after I come, which happens at least once a day, it goes soft. It shrivels, shrinks, just like it always did. But within a couple of hours it raises its head again - and it stays hard.
When I go out, I don't know whether I should proudly display or hide the erection in my pants. I'm not exactly a spotty-faced teenager who's just discovered the joy of having a hard-on. It's a very powerful feeling to know that I could satisfy any interested woman many times over. That I could fuck her until she'd beg me to stop. But not many women seem to be interested.
Occasionally I can read in the face of a fellow shopper who has noticed the bulge in my pants that they consider me a pervert for pushing my erection in front of them through the supermarket aisles.
I've lost interest in going to the movies or the theatre. I'd much rather stay at home, tied to the wall of the torture-chamber, and let Cathy stimulate my cock until it's ready to burst. Or watch Helen expertly put all kinds of clamps on Cathy, suspend her in mid-air, whip her, make her come. Everything else has become so trivial, so utterly meaningless.
I feel that Cathy, too, has changed a lot. She's never been a prude. We've always enjoyed an active sex life, but now it seems she can't get enough. Whenever Helen has to go somewhere and leaves us on our own, Cathy sneaks into the discipline den and puts all kinds of clamps or other torture devices on her nipples and clit. Pain and sex have become synonymous to her - and she's addicted to both.
We are both eagerly waiting for the day when Helen will hand us over to our new torture-master. | 3 |
111,574 | Triad | Helen did not dispense any praise or disapproval of our behavior the previous night when she served our breakfast the next morning. I was sure that she knew exactly what had happened. I had sensed her presence as I cleaned Cathy's face, and later Cathy's moans and screams had reverberated through the entire house for everyone to hear.
But for Helen, today was business as usual, in other words, our daily visit to the gym of horrors. It did not make any difference to Helen that I told her I was now able to hold back my eruption until Cathy was completely satisfied, and it was no use to get Cathy to confirm my assessment. Soon after breakfast, I found myself back in my customary position, chained to the wall, my balls trapped in a harness, and Cathy kneeling in front of me, licking and sucking my cock for all she was worth.
There were some changes in Helen's torture routine, however. She started to conduct individual sessions, concentrating on one of us in privacy while the other one was confined to our bedroom.
I don't know what Helen did when she was alone with Cathy. My initial thoughts were that Cathy would have to lick Helen's pussy and that Helen didn't want me to be present when this happened, but Cathy never confirmed my suspicion. At times, I could hear Cathy's orgasmic screams coming from the torture chamber, and when Cathy returned to tell me that it was my turn, she was barely able to walk. I assumed that Helen had used vibrators or other devices to make Cathy come until she was completely exhausted.
During my own individual sessions, I became acquainted with clamps. Helen didn't use the nice shiny items which almost looked like jewelry on me. No, I had to make do with old-fashioned clothes-pins, both the wooden and the plastic variety, which Helen attached to my nipples, my scrotum, and just about any other place where she could squeeze together enough skin to slip into a clamp.
While I was strapped to the table, looking like some strangely decorated ritual offering to an unknown god, Helen made me also feel the sting of hot wax on my skin. She was an expert at tilting the candelabrum just enough so that the hot wax would spill over and hit me in three different places at the same time. My cock, always sticking up like a flagpole, was an obvious target. But Helen wasn't too particular about which part of my body she would attack.
Helen still continued to conduct sessions with both of us, when she let Cathy stimulate me while I was chained to the wall, and then let me watch as she inflicted her special brand of pain and pleasure on Cathy. Sometimes she would suspend me from the ceiling with Cathy being strapped to the table beneath me. On these occasions, she would often disappear for a considerable length of time, leaving us on our own, contemplating each other but unable to make contact.
One day, after Helen had tied Cathy and me up and had gone to the room next door, the phone rang, and I could hear Helen speak to someone in a language I didn't understand - Mandarin, I assumed. Her voice seemed louder than usual, and I thought I detected a certain agitation. My impression was reinforced when Helen came into the torture chamber. There was something about that phone call which had upset her.
"I've got to meet someone, and I don't know how long it will take," she explained. "So I thought I'd better untie you for the time being. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts." And she was off.
As I walked past the office, I noticed to my great surprise that the computer was switched on. Helen had started it up and had forgotten to log off. There was a document on display on the monitor, but I couldn't make head or tail of the Chinese characters.
I'm naturally curious. Sometimes I snoop on other people behind their backs. It's not a very nice character trait, I know. But that's the way I am. I have occasionally read personal e-mails which Cathy received or sent, and often this resulted in my ears burning, because I found comments about myself which were not at all complimentary.
The document in front of me didn't mean anything to me. Not only could I not read the text, I had no idea what it was. It might have been a part of Helen's translation or rewrite of a literary work, it might have been an essay in which she outlined her approach to translation, it might have been part of a diary containing comments about Cathy and me. There were probably many other possibilities.
My curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what this document was. I thought of sending it to my own mail box, but all the options on the menu bar were in Mandarin, I didn't know which one to click. Then I noticed the small printer icon. That was the same as on the English version of the software. I decided to print the document.
I put the pages quietly into a desk drawer from where I could retrieve them later. I didn't tell Cathy about the breach of confidence I had committed. The fewer people knew, the better. Cathy might even disapprove of my snooping; she might insist that I destroy the pages and apologize to Helen.
The next step would be to find someone who could tell me what was written on those pages I had pulled off the printer. But I couldn't possibly walk around downtown Boston, stop everybody who looked like they might be able to read Mandarin and ask them what was written on those pages. What if they contained a detailed description of what Helen, Cathy and I had been doing? It would have to be someone I could trust or someone who didn't know me - two somewhat contradictory requirements.
Then I thought of Ricky.
Ricky had been a close buddy during my high-school years. We used to hang out a lot together. He had been the wilder one of the pair of us, and I had saved his skin on a number of occasions. At one stage, he got into trouble with the law. I never found out what exactly he was accused of. The stories which went around had him involved in all kinds of serious offenses, but how could the people spreading these rumors know anything, if I, his closest friend, didn't know what kind of trouble he was in? Whatever it was, Ricky found it serious enough to skip state. He now lives in New York City and runs a laundry service for hotels and restaurants.
Ricky's people collect the dirty linen from his customers, wash and iron everything, and then return it neatly folded to its owners. He started off with a couple of washing machines in a rented garage. Now his operation covers a large part of southern Manhattan. There are unconfirmed rumors that he launders more than just bed sheets and table cloths, but these rumors are probably just a case of sour grapes.
Ricky had told me once that he was employing a large number of illegal immigrants, because they were much cheaper than union labor. Somehow, I associated illegal laundry workers with Chinese. Ricky should be able to ask one of them to translate the document for him. Of course, I couldn't do this over the phone. I would have to send him the pages by mail.
I decided to call in a favor and ask Ricky for help. I wrote him a letter, telling him a little about the recent developments in my life and enclosed the printed pages. But I also told him it was merely to satisfy my curiosity, nothing really important.
When I returned from the post office, Helen was waiting for me, dressed in her usual black body stocking.
Did she know where I had been and what I had been doing there? I sure didn't want to think about it now, so she could pick up what was on my mind. I made a conscious effort to think of something else. I tried to remember the names of my girlfriends before I met Cathy. That didn't take very long. Then I tried to remember the names - and the nicknames - of my teachers at high school.
Helen wasn't into mind-reading at that moment - or maybe the stuff which passed through my mind didn't interest her. "Cathy's waiting for you," she announced.
I realized that I hadn't seen any trace of Cathy since I returned. "Waiting for me? Where?" I wanted to know.
"In the pleasure palace."
I should have thought that much.
"You'd better take off your clothes before you go in," Helen suggested.
Helen handed me a miniature whip - the one she had been carrying on the evening of her arrival.
"I know that you've been waiting for this for a long time - both of you," she said. Then she closed the door behind me.
It took my eyes a while to adjust to the darkness. Helen had gradually reduced the electric lighting in the former storage room. At this stage, there was just one 25-Watt light bulb left - and that had been covered with a black hood. Two candelabra were standing on the floor in diagonally opposite corners of the room. In between those candelabra, I saw Cathy, naked, her arms raised above her head and tied to ropes which were hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were spread and equally immobilized.
Cathy's body and limbs formed the letter X. She seemed to be more hanging, held up by the ropes, than standing by her own force.In the flickering light of the candles, I could see traces of wax on Cathy's breasts and abdomen - a sign that she, too, had been given a taste of Helen's imaginative use of the candelabra. Cathy's inner thighs were glistening with moisture. She probably had experienced several orgasms at Helen's capable hands.
Cathy was blindfolded. She had heard the door open and close but didn't know who had entered the room, or whether there was, in fact, someone in the room with her.
"Helen?" she asked tentatively.
I remained quiet while I contemplated the sight in front of me. This must have been one of the most exciting images I ever set eyes on. This beautiful, helpless woman, who had already suffered some abuse by Helen, was completely in my hands. I could do with her whatever pleased me. And there was the added thrill that she was unable to see me. Did this make me a coward?
Helen had said that to be a good torture-master you have to love your victim. I loved Cathy. Standing there and looking at her, I loved her more than ever before. I loved her so much that I wanted to hear her scream - in pain and in joy. I stepped closer to her and hit her left breast with the whip.
The unexpected attack made her gasp, but only briefly. She soon recovered her composure.
"Oh, it's you, Stan. Don't be such a wimp. Whip me harder. Make me scream."
It is hard to hurt someone you love. It is painful to see them suffer. One part of me wanted to swap places with Cathy, found it easier to be punished than to punish. But another, stronger part told me, 'You want this. She wants it. Do it!'
I let the whip slash across Cathy's right breast, struggling to overcome my reluctance to hurt her.
Cathy's gasp was a little louder this time. But she wanted more. "Harder," she said. "Show me how much you love me."
I brought the whip down between Cathy's legs. This time there was no doubt that I had caused her pain. Cathy lost her foothold. Her body was dangling from the ceiling, only held up by the ropes around her wrists. I waited for Cathy's feet to find a firm hold again, while I planned my next attack.
I realized that this wasn't just about inflicting physical pain. This was also about letting Cathy know how powerless she was; that she was completely at my mercy. It was about making it clear to Cathy that I could hit her where I wanted, when I wanted, and as hard as I wanted. I noticed that Cathy was holding her breath. Every fiber of her strained to sense my next move, to brace herself for the next assault.
I walked around Cathy, trying not to let her hear where I was. Then, in a rapid succession of movements, I swung the whip across her buttocks and the front of her thighs.
"You're getting better. More, please," Cathy requested.
She still hadn't fully understood that I was in control of the situation. That I was going to do what I wanted, when I wanted it.
I continued my cat-and-mouse play, alternating short sharp attacks with periods of silence. I whipped her breasts, much harder this time, her back, her flank, her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Whenever I hit the center of her inner thighs, Cathy's screams of pain and approval grew louder. She urged me on to hit her faster, harder.
Standing next to Cathy, I put my free hand between her legs. I let my fingers slide up and down her slit, pry it open, enter her. When I squeezed her clit between two fingers, Cathy moaned with desire. I withdrew my hand and, at the same instant, brought down the whip where my hand had been. Cathy's scream confirmed that I had hit my target as planned, and that my attack had surprised her, as intended.
The whip also visited the less obvious parts of her body. Her feet, her legs, her outstretched arms, including the armpits, her sides, were all legitimate targets for castigation.
Eventually, I succumbed to Cathy's demands. I let the whip rain down on Cathy's front without paying much attention to where I hit her. I worked myself into a frenzy. I aimed for her pussy and her screams confirmed every time I hit my target. Her screams also told me that she had achieved what she had longed for: she reached her climax under the impact of my whip!
I removed the blindfold and kissed the tears off Cathy's face. I assured her of my everlasting love. Cathy thanked me for being such a severe master.
But I wasn't finished yet. I knelt down in front of Cathy and licked her pussy lips. Cathy moaned in response to the gentle touch of my tongue on her punished sex. She opened her legs as much as her position allowed to give my mouth easy access to her pussy. By doing so, she also opened herself for my attack at the back door. I thrust the whip-handle into Cathy's ass as I held on to her clit with my lips. I pushed the hard stick in and out of her rear, while my tongue brought her to another climax.
Only then did I free Cathy from the ropes. I bent her over the table and entered her pussy from behind. I fucked her whipped cunt until the last candle of the two candelabra had burned itself out and left us in near-complete darkness.
"Congratulations! You two are starting to tick really well together."
Helen's compliment as she brought us our breakfast the next morning made me feel extremely proud of myself, although 'tick' wasn't the verb I would have used.
"Have you ever thought of bringing other people into your love games?"
I was sure this question was leading somewhere, I just didn't know where. I decided to remain quiet until I knew what Helen was driving at.
Cathy did not exercise the same restraint.
"What other people did you have in mind?"
"No one in particular. But before you try out perfect strangers you might experiment with people you know. Friends, for example."
Cathy went into thinking mode. "I left all my friends behind when I moved to Boston and didn't stay in touch with any of them. And here I've only made a few casual acquaintances - apart from Stan, of course. I don't think I know anybody I want to have wild sex with."
"How about you Stan? Do you know anybody you want to share Cathy with - or who you might want to share with Cathy?"
I felt like saying, "What's wrong with just the three of us?" but thought that Helen might take that as a non-constructive, non-cooperative comment. I went through my list of friends and acquaintances, both male and female. Julie seemed an obvious contender, but Cathy had rejected her once before. Besides, Julie's domestic situation didn't make her a serious candidate. Other than that, my situation was similar to Cathy's. I, too, had lost contact with most of my high-school friends.
"Nobody except those Cathy already knows," I said with a smirk.
I confess that I wasn't unhappy about this outcome. Sex with Cathy had taken on a completely new quality; it was more intense and much more satisfying than it had ever been. I didn't feel any need to rush out and invite other people to join us. Now, if Helen would be willing to participate in our lovemaking, that would have been a completely different matter!
The meager outcome of our stocktaking didn't seem to surprise Helen. She picked up our emptied trays and left with the usual reminder to be downstairs in fifteen minutes.
"If you like, I can introduce you to some of my friends here. They are very cultured people who'll understand your needs and will treat you with the respect and firmness you deserve," Helen picked up the subject she had embarked upon earlier this morning.
I had spent about an hour in my customary position, pinned to the wall with my balls imprisoned, while Cathy had stimulated my cock. Then Helen had released me and asked me to help her with Cathy. It seemed that she trusted my progress enough to assume that I wouldn't misuse the freedom of my hands to rip off that devilish harness which was torturing my balls.
I struggled with the implications of what Helen had just said. Did she really mean what I had understood or was I getting over sensitive? But what else could 'understand your needs' mean? And 'treat you with the respect and firmness you deserve'? In any case, Helen's friends were perfect strangers to me. And I wasn't ready to involve people I had never met before in my sex life.
I didn't want to appear ungrateful for the offered help. So I just said, "Maybe later." And, to change the subject, I added, "I didn't know you had friends in Boston."
"I make friends wherever I go," was Helen's reply. "You two are living proof of that."
Helen made Cathy kneel on one half of the table, with her legs spread, after she had fastened her wrists to two ropes hanging from the ceiling.
Cathy followed Helen's instructions willingly and without hesitation. "Looks like we're stuck with the four cavemen - at least for the time being," she said. Apparently she had been sold on the idea of additional sex partners and seemed to be disappointed about the limited number of candidates. "But I've done them already."
"You know, Cathy, I've always wondered why you call Stan's friends cavemen." Helen picked up on Cathy's remark while she handed me two nipple clamps and pointed at Cathy's breasts.
"Actually, I had stopped calling them cavemen. Looks like just now I slipped back into my old bad habits. If you want I'll apologize to them for having given them that nickname."
Cathy drew in her breath as I grabbed one of her nipples with one hand and tried to fix a nipple clamp to it. This was my first ever attempt. Obviously, my hands weren't as skilled as Helen's and the process was more painful than necessary.
Helen continued her conversation with Cathy while she helped me fit the clamp. "That sounds like a good idea, but that wasn't the reason for my question. When you call Stan caveman, he knows that you want him to be rough, you want him to fuck you hard. So, when you call Stan's friends cavemen, it can only mean ..."
Helen wasn't able to finish her sentence. "No, no, no."It doesn't mean what you're thinking," Cathy interrupted her. "You're jumping to the wrong conclusion."
The movements of Cathy's upper body to underline how wrong Helen's conclusion was made it difficult for me to grab Cathy's other nipple.
Helen decided to change the subject. "Do you remember the poker evening when you were spanked by Stan's friends?" she asked Cathy.
"How could I possibly forget?" Cathy asked back.
It occurred to me that this conversation about my poker mates might be connected with the fact that they were due for another visit the following day.
"You got spanked four times that evening. How many times did you climax when Stan fucked you afterwards?"
"Four times."
"That's right. Once for each punishment. Or maybe once for each punisher?"
"That doesn't mean anything. The number four is just a coincidence. I never imagined them doing anything other than spank me. I didn't get turned on by _them_, but by the effect of their hands on my bottom."
Helen didn't seem to think that Cathy's protestations were worthy of a reply. She turned towards me. In the meantime, I had managed to fit the second nipple clamp on my own.
"Tell me, Stan. Doesn't it get boring to play cards all night, and all you've got to show for it are a few lousy cents?"
"We all agreed from the beginning that we didn't want to play for significant sums of money. You know the saying about not mixing money and friendship. We don't play because of the money. It's a get-together of a few friends; that's what matters. The few cents we win or lose are just symbolic."
As I talked, Helen got another set of clamps from her collection and fitted two of them to Cathy's pussy lips, one on each side. Then she handed me another pair, indicating that I should do the same with them, a little lower down.
"I wasn't talking about money. Wouldn't it be nice if you could offer your friends a prize that is really memorable."
I had an inkling of what Helen might be getting at but preferred to wait for further details. Besides, I was too busy fitting the clamps to Cathy's pussy.
"I'm not thinking of a competition where the best poker player wins. What I have in mind is more like a prize draw where everybody wins a prize. The only question is who wins which prize."
Helen inspected my work. Then she fitted thin metal bars between each pair of clamps. These bars had the effect of forcing the pussy lips apart. Cathy's pussy was now pried wide open, giving a clear view of her clit and the entrance to her love hole.
"What kind of prize are you thinking of?" Cathy wanted to know.
"I'll give you a hint. It's got something to do with sticking cocks into orifices."
The answer confirmed what I had suspected. But Cathy hadn't been prepared for this outcome of the conversation. "You mean you want me to let them fuck me?" she gasped.
Helen didn't think the question needed an answer. She took another, larger clamp from the drawer and attached it to Cathy's clit.
As Cathy drew in breath in reaction to the sudden pressure on her clit, I asked, "But Cathy has only three orifices. There are four guests. Didn't you say that everyone should win a prize?"
I realized that my intervention was on purely arithmetical grounds. I wanted to point out a flaw in Helen's plan, and thus I talked about Cathy as if she were an object with a specific number of holes. It didn't occur to me that Cathy - or I - might object to Helen's intended use of those holes as prizes in a draw.
"That's where you come in, Stan."
My mouth became temporarily disconnected from my brain. It took me a while to reestablish the connection. After I did, I blubbered, "You're not seriously suggesting ...?"
"You understood very well what I'm proposing. But to make it quite clear: I don't expect you to take a cock into your mouth."
I was in a state of shock. Somehow I knew that I couldn't get out of this. Cathy had agreed, although sometimes reluctantly, to everything Helen and I had come up with. How could I possibly refuse? Everything around me turned into a blur.
Cathy hadn't said anything so far. I had interpreted her silence as a sign of solidarity. Maybe she was just as shocked as I was. I found out how wrong I was when she finally broke her silence.
"One caveman fucking another caveman. That should be fun to watch," was Cathy's only comment.
How could I possibly do this?
I watched through a haze as Helen hooked an empty plastic bottle to the clamp on Cathy's clit. Then she fixed another larger bottle, upside down to the wall and connected it with a thin tube to the bottle between Cathy's legs. The whole contraption reminded me of an intravenous drip.
In spite of my state of shock, I found myself marveling at the vivid imagination of this mysterious woman. How did she manage to come up with so many different ways of causing discomfort and achieving stimulation at the same time?
"This drip will gradually fill the smaller bottle here," Helen explained what I had already figured out. "There's no sudden pain, but as the bottle fills, it gets heavier and the pull on the clamp increases. Your challenge is to make Cathy come before the bottle overflows."
"Make Cathy come? But how? Her pussy was fully taken up by the contraption Helen had installed there, her nipples were caught in Helen's clamps. How could I make Cathy come?"
Once more Helen answered my question before I had pronounced it. "Her ass," she said. "Lick it, rim her hole, stick your tongue inside as far as you can."
I decided to accept the opportunity Helen had offered me to take my mind off my own worries, and with it the challenge to make Cathy come by stimulating her ass with my tongue.
I stood behind the table, in a position where I had easy access to Cathy's behind. I spread her cheeks with my hands and touched her puckered hole with the tip of my tongue.
"That feels wonderful," Cathy moaned. "More, please."
I pushed Cathy's cheeks further apart and trailed my tongue along the crack between them, starting from the small of her back, all the way down getting as close to her pussy as was possible without disturbing Helen's contraption.
Cathy purred like a cat. She didn't seem to feel any discomfort yet from the weight of the slowly filling bottle.
As I stabbed my tongue into Cathy's rear hole, my own worries returned. One of my friends was going to do with his cock to me what I was doing with my tongue to Cathy. I still hadn't come to terms with the idea.
I had to force myself to concentrate on pleasuring Cathy. I moistened her ass hole with my saliva to make penetration easier. I dug my tongue deeper into her behind. I twisted my tongue inside her and ran it around the rim. Cathy reacted to my efforts with shouts of encouragement.
The sounds coming from her grew more urgent as the bottle hanging on her clit clamp was gradually filling up. It didn't seem likely that I would be able to make Cathy come simply from stimulating her with my tongue. I decided to get reinforcement. I stuck first one, than two fingers into her hole - a move which won Cathy's immediate approval.
Cathy's moans grew louder as I pushed my fingers in and out of her hole. "More," she demanded between gasps, "deeper". I wouldn't leave her pleas unanswered. I removed my fingers and spat at her ass to add more lubrication. Then I resumed my finger-fuck, this time inserting three fingers into Cathy's ass, pushing them rhythmically in and out.
I realized that I had lost my battle when the overflowing water from the plastic bottle splashed onto the table. Cathy's moans had been growing increasingly urgent, partly as a result of my efforts, partly because of the increasing weight of the bottle pulling on her clit.
"You've lost the first round, but I'll give you a second chance," Helen declared as she first disconnected the drip feed and then unhooked the small bottle from the clamp. Cathy screamed in a mixture of pain and relief when Helen pulled the clamp from her clit.
But the relief was only temporary. The ropes which had previously held up Cathy's arms were used to lift her legs into the air as Helen made Cathy lie with her back on the table. She strapped Cathy's arms to the table and lowered a small horizontal bar from the ceiling. She attached strings to Cathy's nipple clamps, then pulled the strings over the horizontal bar and attached another bottle, about twice the size of the previous one, to the other end of the strings. It was clear that this time the increasing weight of the bottle would pull on Cathy's nipples.
"Go ahead, finger her," Helen ordered me. "But don't touch her clit. It's too sensitive at the moment. The challenge is the same as before. You've got to make Cathy come before the bottle is full. And you're only allowed to use your hands."
Cathy was desperate for a climax. My stimulation of her ass had brought her close but hadn't quite produced the result she longed for. This time she didn't want to suffer pain without getting a reward. I spread her pussy lips and pushed two fingers inside. Her wetness indicated her state of excitement. I didn't waste any time on subtleties and started to finger-fuck her in earnest from the word go.
Cathy still wasn't satisfied. "Fist me," she ordered. "Stick your whole hand into my cunt."
I was shocked. I had heard about fisting before, but how did Cathy know about this practice? Was this one of the things which Helen did when she conducted her individual session with Cathy? Cathy had never told me that she enjoyed such an extreme form of penetration.
There was no time for hesitation. Cathy urged me on. I squeezed my fingers together to form a duck's bill. Then I pushed my hand into Cathy's cunt. Cathy was strapped to the table and her legs where lifted straight up and pulled apart by the ropes around her ankles. Otherwise, I'm sure, she would have lifted her bottom off the table and pushed forward to make my entry easier.It took considerable time with lots of patient pushing and twisting to get my hand inside her hole. Cathy accompanied my efforts, producing a variety of animalistic sounds.
Those sounds never stopped until Cathy reached an orgasm, which made her entire body shake.
"Christ, you're real pigs," Helen said as she carefully removed the clamps from Cathy's nipples. "It's a good thing you don't have any nearby neighbors, otherwise they might be wondering if anybody's being killed."
I was deaf to Helen's admonition. The last time she had expressed her moral outrage, it had only been with the intention to make us declare that we had no regrets. Besides, if some guy was going to stick his cock into my ass, why couldn't I stick my hand into my wife's cunt?
And that was what my mind would stay on for the rest of the day and most of the next: my virgin ass was going to be fucked by one of my friends. I had given up any hope that I might be able to avoid the inevitable, but I couldn't stop myself thinking about it.
I remembered a series of interviews I had read some time ago, in which people who had been spanked as children and adolescents - and some who were still punished by their partners as adults - had talked about the experience. Many of those people had stated that the worst part was the anticipation. Being told in advance that a punishment was due in the evening or the next day, turned them into a bundle of nerves until the punishment was finally administered.
I wasn't due for any punishment, but my reaction was exactly the same. I wasn't able to think of anything else, at least not for any length of time. My thoughts kept returning to the one subject. The time I spent waiting for the unavoidable to happen was probably worse than when it actually happened.
I wondered who would win me in the prize draw. I had seen their cocks only once: after the last poker evening, when Cathy had given all four of them a blowjob. I remembered that Eddy's cock was bent like a saber and that Bill's cock was short and fat but had a large knobby head. I couldn't remember anything remarkable about the other two.
But I did remember that Bill had confessed to me on his way to the door that this had been his first ever blowjob. "Sue wouldn't dream of touching my cock with her mouth," he had said. Had any of my friends any experience in fucking another man? How would they react? Would the lucky winner accept his prize as an opportunity to experience something new? Or would he consider it a slight on his manliness to suggest that he should fuck another man? | 3 |
111,593 | Triad | Helen insisted on serving us breakfast in bed. "That's what mates are for," she said. But the way she pronounced the word, it sounded more like "maids." She was wearing the French maid's apron and nothing else once again.
This was the day when Cathy and I were scheduled to make our guest appearance at the ALT-conference. We felt tempted to ring the organizers and tell them we wouldn't be able to make it because of 'domestic problems,' but Helen persuaded us to go. She said she was going to sit in the front row and lend moral support.
Luckily, our talk wasn't very early in the morning. We had enough time for some very hot kisses and other demonstrations of the affection we felt for each other. But we refrained from engaging in any full-scale lovemaking.
We got to the hotel with plenty of time to clarify any last-minute questions with the organizers. The room where our talk was going to take place was already half full when we arrived there, and was filling up quickly. We hadn't expected that our topic would generate so much interest.
Helen was wearing a see-through blouse and a micro skirt, and nothing else. That there was no bra covering her beautiful breasts was obvious to anyone who looked at her - and there were many who did. That she wasn't wearing any panties under her tiny skirt, she told us as we were getting onto the podium to conduct our talk.
"Watch out when I cross and uncross my legs," she said. "You might get a look at my pussy." And that's what we did: watch her cross and uncross her long, slender legs, while one of the organizers introduced today's guest speakers.
The first time, I only had a slight suspicion that there might be something different about her pussy. But when she shifted in her seat the second time, I was sure: there was something inserted into her pussy. What could it be?
"A vibrator," Cathy whispered to me, while the organizer said many complimentary things about the dictionary Cathy and I had compiled. I had the impression that Cathy was catching on to this mind-reading business. She could probably see from my face that a question was tormenting me, and it wasn't too difficult to guess what that question was.
A vibrator! Helen had slipped a vibrator into her pussy. And she took something out of her handbag which looked distinctly like a remote control! She was going to stimulate herself while we were giving our talk! I wondered how obvious my hard-on was to the people in the audience.
I could tell from Helen's face that she considered the whole scenario hilarious. So, that was what she called 'lend moral support'! I felt like tanning her bottom there and then, right in front of this highly-respectable assembly of cunning linguists.
I had prepared some notes for the talk without really expecting that I would need them. Figurative language is a subject close to my heart. I can talk about it for hours and - according to Cathy - bore everybody to death.
But now my mind was a complete blank. I didn't know who or where I was. All I knew was that there was a woman sitting in front of me who was stimulating herself with a vibrator in her pussy.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to take her home, shove that vibrator as deep as possible into her pussy and switch it to the maximum speed. Then I would bend her over my knee and spank her naughty bottom until she'd beg me to forgive her. That was crystal clear to me. But I didn't have a clue what all those people in the audience expected from me.
I had to refer to my notes. I read them almost word for word. They talked about the difficulties in translating figurative language. Some metaphors were of a universal nature and didn't present any problems to the translator. But the vast majority only made sense within a certain cultural or geographic context and required a lot of attention and sensitivity.
"The phrase 'You are my sunshine' only makes sense in regions where the sun is a welcome visitor, where there isn't enough sunshine," it said in my notes. "In areas where the red hot sun castigates man and beast, destroys crops, turns the ground into a furnace, the phrase loses its romantic charm. 'You are my rain cloud,' or maybe 'You are my shadow,' might be more appropriate."
I had planned to elaborate on these ideas, cite further examples, talk about expressions containing references to sports which were practiced in some but not in other countries - but I had lost interest.
I didn't care about the red hot sun in faraway places. There was a red hot woman sitting less than twenty yards away, flashing her pussy at me. I wasn't interested in fucking metaphors. I was interested in fucking that devastating woman in the first row.
Cathy was just as distracted by Helen's antics as I was. She didn't seem to be able to string more than three words together. Those members of the audience who formulated carefully worded, elaborate questions only received monosyllabic answers.
Our 'short talk' turned out to be even shorter than had been expected. In other words: it was a disaster. There was polite applause as I removed myself and my erection from the podium. I was sure that they would never invite us back.
In a best-case scenario the organizers might conclude that Cathy and I were quite capable of compiling a useful dictionary in the seclusion of our ivory tower, but weren't articulate enough to talk about it in public. In the worst case they might think we were complete frauds and had published somebody else's work under our names.
As soon as we arrived home, I grabbed Helen and flung her over my knee. I pushed her miniscule skirt up and - this time being grateful that she wasn't wearing any panties - started to spank her brat-bottom. I was going to make her feel what I thought of her behavior. I was going to give her all the disciplining which she had apparently never received as a child.
Helen didn't offer any resistance. She didn't strain against my iron grip or try to wriggle her bottom out of my hand's line of fire. She had probably known for some time what my intention was, that she had a spanking coming her way, but she didn't do anything to avoid it.
I wanted Helen to tell us how sorry she was about her behavior. I wanted her to ask us to forgive her and to promise that she would never again do such a thing, maybe even beg for mercy. But she didn't say a word. She endured her punishment without as much as a whimper.
As her cheeks turned from pink to red, I decided to give Helen another chance for repentance. "Say you're sorry. Say you didn't mean any harm," I encouraged her, but she just shook her head and wiggled her bottom, inciting me to carry on.
Without me wanting it to, this had turned into a standoff between Helen and me. If I stopped without her apologizing, then I would lose all authority. On the other hand, I wasn't mad nor cruel enough to cause her serious pain, just to preserve my ego. I continued spanking her without much conviction.
When Helen's cheeks turned crimson, I stopped. "Okay, you win," I panted, realizing that my arm hurt from the exertion.
Helen raised herself off my knee and hugged me. "Thank you, Stan. That was fantastic," she said with tears in her eyes. "We've got to do this more often."
Then she took a step away from me. "Now you've got to fuck me just as hard as you've slapped my bottom," she said, as she took off her skirt and blouse. When I saw her remove the vibrator from her pussy, I remembered that it had been my intention to switch that device to maximum speed and push it as deep as possible inside her, but I had forgotten my plan in the heat of the moment.
"Don't worry, it was on maximum all the time," Helen said, once more responding to something I had only thought but never said.
'Maybe that's why my punishment had been so ineffective. The vibrator pleasured her pussy while I was thrashing her bottom,' I thought to myself.
Helen was already lying on the carpet with her legs spread invitingly, when I came out of my contemplation. "Come on, caveman," she smiled at me. I flung my clothes in all directions and was on top of her in no time. It was a fast and furious fuck. As I entered her, her pussy offered as little resistance as her bottom had.
It didn't take me long to fill her welcoming hole with my spunk. This wasn't the first time that I wished I had a little more staying power, the ability to control myself a little longer. Helen didn't seem to mind. She kissed me and said, "Thank you, Sir. I promise that I'll be a good girl from now on."
But somehow it didn't sound very convincing. And maybe I didn't really want her to be a good girl.
"Have you ever spanked Cathy?" Helen asked as we were devouring the snack Cathy had prepared for the three of us.
I shook my head, my mouth full of turkey sandwich.
"Did you never feel like spanking her? Don't tell me she's never given you any reason." Helen stayed on the subject.
Of course, I had felt like spanking Cathy. Of course, I thought that she had given me reason to do it. But that reason had been the trigger for many of our past quarrels. And now we were at peace with each other.Our feelings for each other had probably never been as intense as they had become over the last two days. I didn't want to spoil that happiness by opening old wounds. On the other hand, I realized that the thought of giving Cathy a good spanking - with or without reason - attracted me. But not now, not today. My hand still felt sore after the walloping I had given Helen.
"Your hesitation tells me that there is a reason, but you don't want to talk about it. If you want, I can say it for you," Helen offered to read my mind aloud.
That would have been even worse. I could tell the story as something which happened in the past, use a conciliatory tone of voice, imply that it didn't matter anymore. I was convinced that Helen's version would be much more confrontational. And I didn't want any confrontation with Cathy.
I could tell from Cathy's face that she knew exactly what I was thinking of. Should I come out with it?
My deliberations were interrupted by the doorbell. The three workmen from the home gym place had come to deliver and install the equipment for our torture chamber. I felt relief that Helen would now have to dedicate herself to instructing the workmen where to put everything.
Cathy and I watched the laborers carry the equipment into our former storage room, unpack it and install it under Helen's supervision. The only thing I could clearly identify was a large, low table, made of polished wood, which was placed into the center of the room and fixed to the floor. Apart from this, there were iron bars, weights, chains, ropes and a variety of other gadgets I couldn't even begin to describe.
Helen knew exactly what everything was and where she wanted it. Once more I admired the silent cooperation between the three Chinese. They went about their job quietly and efficiently. Although we were curious, Cathy and I watched from a distance in order not to get in the way. The room would have been too small for Helen, the three Chinese, and the two of us as well.
While I watched the transformation of our former storage room into a torture chamber, I had some chance to reflect on the subject we had been talking about - or rather avoided talking about - before we were interrupted.
I felt relieved that the arrival of the Chinese trio had interrupted our conversation. But maybe now was the time to settle this score. It wasn't an old and forgotten story. It was still going on, every time it was my turn to host our weekly poker game. Maybe we could use Helen as the arbiter and let her decide who was right and who was behaving unreasonably. I was sure I knew in whose favor she would decide.
I don't know exactly when it started, but for as long as I can remember I have been getting together once a week with a few friends to play poker. I'm not an obsessive gambler; the stakes we play for are so low, they don't make any difference to our budget, no matter whether I win or lose. It's just a habit - Cathy calls it a ritual. We meet, play a few rounds of poker, have a few drinks, shoot the breeze, tell a few jokes, and then stagger home.
In the beginning we used to meet in a bar. We even had a fixed table that was reserved for us every Wednesday evening. As everybody settled down, got married and had their own home, we found it more comfortable to meet in each other's houses, taking turns in being the host.
At the moment, the group consists of Eddy, Hank, Bill and Timothy - and me, of course. Eddy is the only one who lives on his own; all the others are married. My friends' wives accept, more or less gracefully, that this is something we don't want to give up. And with five people taking turns, it happens less than once a month in each house.
Apart from Cathy, who I'll get to in a moment, Bill's wife, Sue, has shown the strongest opposition. She simply clears out of the house as soon as the first player arrives and spends the evening with Meg, Hank's wife. She only returns after everybody has gone. But even she leaves a whole bunch of sandwiches in the fridge so that we have something to munch when we get hungry.
Lucy, Tim's wife is the most welcoming of the four women. She sits in an armchair near the poker table. She seems to have a sixth sense which tells her when it's okay for her to join our conversation and when it's better to remain quiet. And she knows instinctively when someone needs another beer.
Cathy is dead set against me having my friends over when it's my turn to play the host. She refuses to answer the door when they arrive - even when I'm busy in the kitchen, making sandwiches, because she refuses to prepare anything for us. Needless to say, she also refuses to help me clean up after my friends have left. While they are in the house, she locks herself into one of the rooms upstairs and plays music - classical music - just to let us know what kind of morons she thinks we are.
Now, I'll admit freely that my friends and I don't exactly behave like one would at a vicar's tea party. We use language one wouldn't use in the presence of a ten-year-old girl, and we can get a little noisy when we get excited, particularly after we've had a few drinks. But Cathy's reaction is way over the top.
The morning after, Cathy talks about my infantile need for male bonding. She calls my friends cavemen and says she doesn't want them to set foot in her house ever again. When I'm in a good mood, I let her insults pass without response. I might even mouth some half-hearted apology. But usually I'm not in a good mood. Usually I have a hangover after having drunk more than I should, because I was furious about Cathy's behavior. Usually I don't accept any criticism of me or my friends. I remind Cathy that this is not her house, but ours, that I have as many rights as she has. I don't cede an inch and we have an almighty row.
These fights have become a permanent feature of our relationship. I could almost mark them in advance on the calendar. The day after I host the poker game is the day for an argument. It got to the point that I asked my friends a few times to skip me when it was my turn. I said something about problems with the plumbing and that the house wasn't in a condition to receive visitors. They smiled knowingly; I'm sure they have a very clear idea what the real problem is. Tim once took me aside, put his arm around my shoulders, and said, "I understand, Stan. There's a price to pay for keeping such a classy lady happy."
At this stage I owe them three, maybe four meetings at my house.
I was sure that any reasonable person would agree that I had been treated badly. I was sure that Helen would take my side. But Helen was a woman. Maybe she too had a hang-up about men getting together to play cards and tell dirty jokes?
Cathy watched with great interest as our torture chamber started to take shape. Occasionally she would remark, to no one in particular, "I wonder what this is for," or exclaim, "Gee, that looks frightening." I wondered whether this was purely curiosity, whether she had ambitions to become a torture-master, or whether she was contemplating a first-hand experience of these gadgets.
I, too, was amazed to see the large variety of gizmos we would have available to us. In spite of my sarcastic comment about gyms being like torture chambers, I had my doubts that any normal gym offered so many different ways of causing discomfort.
"Time to start playing," Helen announced as soon as the men from the gym shop had left. She shed the clothes she had put on when the installers arrived and led us into the sparkling new discipline den.
It was an impressive sight. The wall facing the door was covered with all kinds of whips, canes, ropes, chains and other contrivances, each one held in place by its own fixture and readily available for use by whoever was in charge. There were also a few shelves. That wall almost looked like the space over a well-organized mechanic's workbench.
The table in the center of the room looked like a billiards table for midgets, without the green felt cover. It was too low for any normal-sized person to play on it, but I never believed that this was its intended purpose. There were no legs; the top consisted of two large wooden rectangles with a narrow gap in the middle and was supported by a solid wooden base, almost as large as the table top itself.
All around the table, I noticed a large number of heavy-duty straps, obviously intended to hold the person lying on top of the table in the desired position. There were many other gadgets fitted to the remaining walls, some of which were clearly intended to restrain a victim, others without any obvious purpose.
"We've still got to do something about the lighting," Helen declared. "It's much too bright in here. We'll get rid of most of the electric light and use candles instead. That makes it much more romantic."
This was the first time I heard somebody use the adjective 'romantic' in connection with a torture chamber.
"A torture-master," Helen explained while we took off our clothes, following her example, "isn't someone who wants to hurt people, or enjoys watching them suffer. Good torture-masters love their victims. They cause pain because that pain intensifies the pleasure the victim will feel in the end. To cause the maximum pain and achieve the maximum pleasure requires skill and sensitivity.""But this isn't only about physical pain," Helen continued as she pushed me back against the wall.
I had removed all my clothes, and the presence of two stunning naked females had encouraged my cock to raise its head. Helen closed a kind of cuff around my neck, which made it impossible for me to move away from the wall. Cuffs around my biceps, wrists, and ankles clicked as she closed them. I realized that these cuffs had been fixed to the wall to restrain a man of my exact shape and stature.
"A large part of the excitement comes from being so completely vulnerable. Knowing that the master can do whatever he or she wants, and not knowing what will happen next, creates a lot of tension."
Helen had been stroking my cock. Now her hand moved a little lower, and she squeezed my balls until they hurt. All I could do was gasp and roll my eyes in agony.
"This tension is released when the victim is finally allowed to climax, and this is what makes the orgasm much more powerful than would be possible under normal circumstances."
Moving away from me, Helen turned towards Cathy, who had watched my imprisonment with a mixture of horror and envy.
Helen took Cathy's hand and led her to the opposite corner of the room, where she released a catch. A large padded beam swung from its fittings and moved down and away from the wall. It was held by levers on either end. As the beam moved lower, legs appeared, so that the whole contraption ended up looking like a trestle, standing firmly on the floor.
'A caning horse!' my brain signaled to me.
Helen led Cathy closer to the padded bar, until her abdomen almost touched the leather. Then she made her bend over the beam and attached her wrists and ankles to loops which were fitted to the legs of the trestle. Cathy did not utter a word, nor did she offer any resistance.
I shuddered. How could any sensible person in their right mind enter this gym of horrors out of their own free will and submit themselves to the whim of a 'torture-master'? But, didn't I consider myself a sensible person? Hadn't I come in here out of curiosity, without anybody forcing me to? Hadn't I allowed Helen to pin me to the wall, make it impossible for me to move? And wasn't I sporting one of the hardest hard-ons I could remember?
"Another part of the thrill comes from being humiliated, being forced to do things one doesn't want to do, but has no choice. Or being displayed to others who watch the punishment.
"Do you still remember, Cathy, what it felt like when you were called to the front of the class for a caning?"
"I do," Cathy confirmed, barely loud enough for me to hear.
I was amazed. Cathy had never told me that she had been subjected to physical punishment at school. But then, I had never asked specifically about this subject. I had assumed that the practice had been abolished a long time ago. Was it still going on in little hillbilly towns like the one Cathy came from?
"Do you remember how you used to pee yourself out of fear when you were waiting for the cane to come down on your bottom?"
"I do," Cathy repeated, even quieter than the last time.
How did Helen know all this? Within a few days, Helen had found out things which Cathy had never told me about in years of living together!
"I'd better take some precautions before you defile our brand new pleasure palace," Helen said as she placed a rubber mat on the floor between Cathy's legs and put a large bowl on top of it.
The cane made a swishing noise as it moved through the air. But Helen brought it to a dead stop before it touched the tender globes of Cathy's bottom. When the cane made contact, it was a gentle pat. Cathy screamed nonetheless. She had had plenty of time to prepare for the intense pain the cane would cause, and she released all that tension even though the pain didn't materialize. And as she screamed, I could see a stream of liquid flow from between her legs into the bowl beneath.
I realized that this wasn't only about physical pain. It was about torturing the mind as well. It seemed that the mere mention of the fact that she used to wet herself as a child had made Cathy lose control of her bladder.
Helen performed her psycho-terror twice more. The cane whizzed through the air, stopped, and then touched Cathy's bottom ever so lightly. Cathy screamed and released more liquid every time the cane made contact.
As soon as Helen untied her, Cathy's hands went instinctively to her bottom, searching for signs of her caning. Cathy was apparently convinced that her bottom had been punished with great ferocity.
"Get rid of this for me," Helen said as she handed Cathy the half-filled bowl, "and clean yourself before you come back, you despicable girl."
While Cathy was out of the room, Helen busied herself with the preparations for the next act. She got a wide strap which looked like a piece of strong Velcro from one of the shelves on the tool-wall and unhooked a rope which brought two loops down from the ceiling. The loops were hanging down between the end of the table and the tool-wall, each one close to its corresponding lateral wall and at a considerable distance from each other.
When Cathy returned, obviously feeling ashamed about her display of incontinence, Helen told her to release me from my restraints. "I need a strong man for my next trick," she said.
"We didn't only build this place so that I could play with you," Helen started. She interrupted herself when she noticed that Cathy was struggling to open my cuffs.
"There's a little button at the side of each cuff. Press it and the cuff opens," she informed Cathy. My erection poked against Cathy's abdomen as she freed my neck from its restraint.
"The main reason for creating this pleasure palace was that you wanted to hear me scream, you wanted me to lose my composure," Helen resumed her discourse. "This is how we do it: You tie my arms behind my back with this strap. Then you fit my ankles into those two loops and you pull me up until I'm hanging upside down from the ceiling. When you've done that, I'll give you further instructions."
She was serious about this. She was going to satisfy our curiosity by letting us watch her suffer, having us make her suffer.
Helen placed herself face down on the table and put her hands behind her back. She insisted that I bring her arms together at the elbows and then wrap the strap around them several times before fastening it. I imagined that the position this left her in must have been very uncomfortable, her shoulders pulled back and her chest pushed forward.
We had to pull the loops to the center of the room in order to fit them around Helen's ankles. It was clear that, once she was suspended, they would exert a considerable sideways pull, forcing her legs apart. When she was securely fastened to the loops, I pulled on the rope to lift her upwards, and Cathy made sure that she didn't bump against the edge of the table as her body swung in the air. As I had expected, her legs were spread wide.
"Now let me down until my head almost touches the floor," Helen instructed me, and I followed her order. Her beautiful black hair swept the floor as her body swung gently to and fro.
"Cathy, get the cat-o'-nine-tails from the wall, the one in the middle, and whip my sex twenty times. Don't stop before you reach twenty, no matter how much I scream. It's best if you stand behind me and aim right into the center between my legs."
I was horrified. How could anybody do something like this to a woman? How could anyone treat the center of female sensitivity with so much cruelty? How could anyone ask to be whipped like this?
Cathy didn't flinch. She was determined to do her best to make Helen scream, and she didn't have to wait long. Right from the first stroke, Helen's screams reverberated through the house. I pressed my thighs together every time the lashes hit Helen's sex - but my hard-on continued undiminished.
Cathy's face showed one hundred percent concentration. She had been given an assignment and she wanted to complete it to the best of her ability. Was she looking for a pat on the back from Helen? Something like, "Thanks for whipping me like crazy, I've never suffered so much in my life."
Helen screamed in agony whenever the whip punished her exposed pussy. But there was never any suggestion that she didn't want this to happen, that she wanted Cathy to stop. Her screams were simply a reaction to the pain she experienced, and that pain was part of some higher purpose I didn't quite understand.
As soon as Cathy had completed the specified twenty assaults, I untied Helen's arms, lifted her onto the table, and slipped the loops off her ankles. As Helen lay on her back, catching her breath, it seemed that the pain had not affected her usual positive mood and her determination to carry on with this madness.
"There's a drawer in the right side of the table," Helen said to Cathy. "Open it and get the set of clamps with the rings attached."
'Set of clamps? What on earth was she up to now?' my mind wondered.
Cathy found the drawer and opened it. It resembled a jeweler's display cabinet. Inside there was a large number of gadgets, laid out neatly on black velvet like precious jewelry.
Cathy got the specified items and closed the drawer. "These are nipple clamps," she explained to me. As if she were an expert on these things!
"It's a set of three, we'll need all three of them," Helen stated. Cathy opened the drawer again and found the third member of the set.
I didn't have much time to think about what this all meant, because Helen now instructed me to release another rope which was fixed to the opposite wall. When I let the rope go, I saw three thin chains, each one with a little hook at its end, come down from the ceiling. They were running over a wheel, an arrangement which resembled a pulley.
The nipple clamps had padded semi-circular grips which closed firmly around Helen's nipples as Cathy fitted them.There was a small clasp that snapped into place to prevent the clamp from slipping off accidentally. Next, Helen instructed Cathy to slip the rings attached to the nipple clamps over the hooks that were dangling from the ceiling. I shuddered to think what the purpose of these preparations might be. The final step was to attach the third clamp to Helen's clit and hook it to the third chain.
The chains were attached to a small drum that was fitted with a crank. When the crank was turned, the drum would rotate and tighten the chain. The effect of this would be that the chain would pull Helen's nipples upward.
And that was exactly what Helen instructed Cathy to do. As Cathy cranked the drum slowly but steadily, the chain first stretched Helen's nipples, then her entire breasts. Soon Helen had to lift her upper body off the table to reduce the strain on her nipples.
But that didn't seem to be enough discomfort for Helen. She told Cathy to also tighten the chain that was attached to her clit. I could see Helen strain to push her pussy up, to accompany the upward move of the clamp without losing contact with the table completely. There came a point when this mysterious woman was suspended in the air, just held by the three chains attached to her nipples and clit. There was an almighty scream that left no doubt that she had experienced a powerful orgasm. Cathy quickly released the chains and let Helen's body float down onto the table.
I was utterly devastated by what I had witnessed. My mind didn't even want to contemplate what kind of agony a woman must feel being suspended by her nipples and clit. And this agony had resulted in a powerful orgasm for Helen! Was there some truth in this talk of pleasure through pain? Did this kind of suffering condition the body to experience more intense pleasure?
I couldn't help thinking what a sensational and strange woman Helen was. She had basically put herself into our hands, and let us do with her what we wanted. She had offered Cathy and me her magnificent body so that we could realize fantasies we hadn't even allowed ourselves to admit to.
For lack of a better word, she had turned into our slave. Our fantasies had apparently not been outrageous enough to stretch her to the limit. She had taken it upon herself to teach us new ways of abusing her. Yet at the same time the impression that she was really the one who called the shots never left me.
The scene we had witnessed had a stimulating effect on Cathy. But rather than contemplation, she wanted action. "I'm so hot, Stan. You've got to fuck me."
Helen had recovered from her orgasm and joined in. "You deserve something special, Cathy, you were wonderful. You seem to have a hidden talent for this kind of thing. Why don't you let Stan fuck your ass while I lick your juicy cunt?"
This wouldn't be the first time I'd fuck Cathy's ass. I had done it before, but it wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that anal sex in our relationship happened with roughly the same frequency as February 29th. Cathy had made it clear that she didn't 'feel comfortable' with me sticking my cock into her rear and I didn't consider it important enough to make a federal case out of it.
Now, because Helen had suggested it (or maybe because Helen had indicated that she wanted to eat Cathy's pussy?), Cathy didn't think twice. She positioned herself on all fours so that her pussy was in a convenient position for Helen's mouth and her ass was easily accessible to my cock.
My stiff cock had been waving in front of me almost since the moment I stepped into this gym of horrors. Now it was finally going to get something to do. I drove my hard rod deep into Cathy's ass, trying to make my own contribution to the pain/pleasure theme. I took the sounds that came from Cathy's mouth as encouragement rather than disapproval of my violent attack. I saw Helen's face between Cathy's legs, pleasuring Cathy's other hole.
My cock had been ready for action for a long time and was even more impatient than usual - perhaps understandably so. With a few powerful thrusts, I deposited my seed deep in Cathy's ass and rolled onto the floor. If Cathy was disappointed about my speedy departure from her rear, she didn't let on. She was probably too busy enjoying Helen's impressive skills. And Helen made up for any shortfall in excitement that I might have been responsible for. She brought Cathy to a series of increasingly noisy orgasms that were a joy to watch. | 4 |
111,708 | The Heatwave - 3. The Morning After | Helen Chapman awoke slowly, her brain gradually acknowledging her surroundings as consciousness returned. Her bottle green eyes flickered open, and for a moment she stared uncomprehending at the raftered ceiling of the Coach House, which was already thrown into stark relief by the bright morning sunlight. For a brief moment, she was disoriented, not immediately recognizing her surroundings, and then a tide of memories of the previous evening flooded back, and a slow smile spread over her face as she savored the delicious soreness between her legs.
She was lying alone on a rumpled four-poster bed, naked from the waist up, her legs and pelvis covered only with a thin white sheet. Already, she could sense the intensity of the sun beating on the windows, and she felt a bead of sweat run slowly between her exposed breasts. She brought her hand up to brush it away, and was unable to prevent herself from allowing her fingers to drift gently over her stiffening nipples, unconsciously re-creating the touch of her lover the previous night, and the intense pleasure she had both experienced and given. And then suddenly, she remembered the full circumstances of the last twenty-four hours, and the avalanche of doubts and fears returned as the reality of her situation began to fully dawn on her.
"Good morning, gorgeous!" The voice interrupted her chain of thought and brought her rushing back to the present. "I'm glad you've finally returned to the land of the living - I was beginning to think I was going to have to eat breakfast on my own!"
Helen raised her head from the pillow to identify where the voice was coming from, and for not the first time in their relationship found herself marveling at what an astonishingly beautiful woman Suzi Brakespeare was. Five feet two in her bare feet, her angelic features framed with long blonde hair still wet from the shower, even the oversized granddad shirt she wore could not hide the magnificently curvaceous body that lay beneath. As she walked gracefully towards the bed across the bare boards of the Coach House floor, Helen could clearly see the bounce of her breasts beneath the thin material, and she felt a shaft of sexual desire strike her with an intensity that was almost painful. Suzi placed the tray she carried on the bedside table, and bent her head to kiss Helen firmly on the mouth, her tongue sliding gently between her lover's lips while she cradled her head firmly between her hands.
"Mmmmmmm..." Suzi broke off the kiss and drew back to survey Helen's naked torso. "You look good enough to eat."
"You did, remember?" Helen giggled.
"How could I possibly forget?" Suzi sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've brought you breakfast."
She lifted the tray off the table and onto Helen's lap. "Orange juice, toast, and coffee," she said, indicating the items. "There's more in the kitchen if you want it."
"This is great, thanks." Helen sipped the orange juice. "Have you been up long?"
"Half an hour or so. I felt in need of a shower after the exertions of last night." Suzi held her gaze steadily, watching her reaction. Despite herself, Helen felt a blush creeping across her cheeks at this reference to their passionate love-making of the previous evening.
"I'm glad you weren't disappointed," she said quietly.
Suzi continued to hold her gaze unflinchingly. "I had the best fuck of my life," she said. The words seemed to hang in the air for an eternity.
"I really mean that. No man or woman has ever made me feel like you did last night. And not just on a physical level."
She shifted position slightly, reaching behind her absently as she felt something hard dig into her buttock. Groping under the sheet, she fiddled around until her hand encountered a cylindrical object wrapped up in the folds of the bedsheet. With a giggle, she held the vibrator up for inspection.
"I suppose I ought to get some new batteries at some point today," she remarked.
Helen lowered her slice of toast to the plate. "Do you really mean that?"
"Well, I don't have to - I thought you rather enjoyed it..."
"Suzi, please! Not the batteries, for God's sake. Be serious for a moment."
Suzi tossed the vibrator onto the other side of the bed and looked at her curiously, head slightly tilted to one side. Another button had fallen open on her shirt, and her right breast was exposed almost to the nipple, which Helen could see straining against the thin material. She fought down the overwhelming physical urge to pull this alluring and intensely sexual creature towards her.
"Look, I know you think I'm stupid doing all this worrying....but I'm not like you, Suze. I can't just take this as a bit of fun with no consequences. I need more than that - oh God...what I'm trying to say is...that I think I feel more than that."
"And you're afraid that I don't, is that it? Good old slapper Suzi, as long as she gets a good fuck out of it that's all that matters?" The blonde girl's smile took the sting out of the words.
"That wasn't what I meant." Helen looked confused. "It's just me - I need to know there's something more here than just sex, for my own sake if nothing else." She held out her hand towards Suzi. "I've never in my life experienced such a strong sexual desire, and it frightens me. Look at me, I'm shaking for Christ's sake!"
"Oh Baby!" Suzi raised Helen's hand to her lips and gently kissed the knuckles. Almost unconsciously, she took the index finger in her mouth and gently fellated it. Helen watched this explicit display of sexuality with a mixture of despair and a lust so intense she wanted to scream. As if she could read her lover's thoughts, Suzi slowly removed the finger from her mouth, leaving it damp with her own saliva. For a moment, she surveyed her handiwork, then she took the finger and gently rested it at the base of her own throat. Helen held it there for a moment, and then allowed the hand to drift downwards towards the breasts that rose and fell enticingly beneath the thin cotton. The heat in the room suddenly seemed stifling, and Helen could see tiny beads of sweat forming on Suzi's chest as she arched her back to push it closer to her lover's hand. The blonde girl gently removed the plate of half-eaten toast from Helen's lap, and placed her arms either side of her lover's head and took her weight on them. As she did so, she gently swung her legs up behind her onto the bed, lowering them gently between Helen's own, her knees gently forcing the taller girl's legs wide apart. Helen lay prone with her lover above her, savoring the contact between her legs. She slid her hand inside Suzi's shirt, caressing the full breasts, searching for the nipples, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips as Suzi's pubic bone ground into hers, separated only by a layer of thin cotton. Suzi lowered her head to her lover's ear.
"I meant what I said," she whispered. "No one has ever made me feel like this, man or woman."
"Oh Suzi!" Helen's voice was hoarse with desire. "I want you so much it scares me. Not just here, now, like this..." she paused "...but always...."
Her voice tailed off as Suzi's mouth closed over hers, and her hands began frantically searching for the buttons on Suzi's shirt. As soon as she had them loose, she pushed it back over her lover's shoulders, fingers tangled in the mass of blonde hair and tanned skin. She thrust her pelvis up towards the girl above her, raising her knees, trying to find a position where her clitoris could get the attention it so desperately craved. In response, Suzi began gently thrusting with her hips, but then she suddenly seemed to change her mind. Breaking off the kiss, she pushed herself upright, and kneeling between Helen's spread legs, shrugged off the open shirt. With one quick movement, she swept the sheet and shirt onto the floor, leaving the taller girl exposed on the bed. For a few seconds, she just seemed to savor the sight of her nakedness, and then she slid off the bed and rose to her feet, taking Helen's hand as she did so.
"Come on, Baby, I think you need a shower!"
Almost before she could think of a reply, Helen found herself being gently led off the bed and guided towards the door of the bathroom. Halfway across the polished wooden floor, Suzi suddenly stopped and pulled Helen to her. Naked, they stood there kissing for several minutes, each savoring the delight of the other's naked body pressed against theirs. Helen could feel Suzi's breasts crushed against her own, the nipples hard against her skin, and she realized that the shorter girl was standing on tiptoe to bring her mouth to the level of her lover's. Their tongues danced around each other as they both savored the moment. Helen's hands caressed Suzi's back gently, while her own buttocks were being expertly massaged in return. Then without a word, Suzi broke off the kiss and led Helen across the raised threshold into the tiled bathroom.
In fact, it was strictly speaking a shower-room, the restrictions of space meaning there was no bath and no separate shower cubicle.The whole room was tiled, walls and floor, on the "wet room" principle. When the shower was on, it filled all the available space, and the drain was in the middle of the floor. One outstanding feature was the full-length mirror on one wall - a feature Suzi clearly felt no bathroom should be without, Helen had thought with a grin when she had used the shower the previous evening.
Even now, she could see her own reflection, standing naked as Suzi worked the taps on the wall behind her. A jet of warm water spurted from the ceiling and splashed onto her shoulder, cascading over her small firm breasts, causing the nipples to stiffen impressively in response. With the shower running to her satisfaction, Suzi moved to a position beside Helen and studied their reflection in the mirror.
"How good do we look together?" Suzi was almost purring with delight. She ran her hands across Helen's wet breasts, teasing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
"You are just soooo beautiful, my darling." She leaned in close and gently nibbled Helen's neck. "Such beauty deserves to be rewarded," she murmured. "So as a reward, I'm going to make you cum. And just in case you think that's just shallow old sex-crazed Suzi talking, I'm going to make you cum because I think I'm falling in love with you. Amongst other things."
The room spun around Helen. A range of emotions swept through her being: desire, delight, fear in equal measure. She turned her head to seek her lover's kiss, aware that the shower was washing tears from her eyes. But as her lips met Suzi's, and her open eyes surveyed the beautiful face beneath hers, it was lust that rose intensely within her. A burning desire for sexual gratification, as strong as anything she had ever experienced before, burned through her very soul, causing her to moan out loud with desire.
Suzi drew back from the kiss.
"Oh baby, you really want it, don't you?"
Helen nodded dumbly.
"You are one sexy bitch!" Suzi giggled, "Which makes two of us. Come here!"
She pulled Helen back towards the wall opposite the mirror, directly underneath the shower jet. Her back to the wall, she turned Helen so she too faced the mirror, and then slid gently down the tiled wall into a sitting position, slowly guiding Helen down until she too was sat with her back pressed against Suzi's breasts, between her spread legs. She felt Suzi's lips against her ear.
"I do this on my own sometimes," Helen felt soapy liquid squeezed onto her chest over her left shoulder. "I like to admire myself while I sit here and play." Suzi's left hand began to rub the soap across Helen's breasts. Her right began to gently push at the inside of her lover's thighs.
"Spread 'em, Chapman!" she whispered, "I want to see that lovely little pussy."
Helen let out another little moan as she parted her legs and raised her knees. In the mirror, she could clearly see her own reflection, the wanton display of lust and abandonment. Her soapy breasts being expertly massaged by one of Suzi's hands, while the other slid slowly down her thigh towards the exposed pink of her vagina. She tipped her head back to rest on the blonde girl's shoulder, closed her eyes, and gave a little shudder of anticipation.
Suzi began to concentrate on the task she had set herself. She rinsed her hand carefully in the shower jet to make sure there was no soap on it, and gently slid her fingers between Helen's pussy lips, brushing her clit. Helen's body jerked as she did so, and she gave a throaty grunt.
"This isn't going to take long, is it baby?" Suzi whispered in her lover's ear. "I love it when you need me this bad. I bet you could cum just by me talking to you, couldn't you?" She giggled huskily.
"Don't tease me Suzi, please...." Helen was shaking as two fingers circled her clitoris. "Please fuck me!"
"Of course, baby." Suzi slid two fingers into Helen's pussy and began a gentle thrusting.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Helen lifted her buttocks off the tiled floor as she sought to maximize the penetration. "Oh God, yes..."
Suzi slid her fingers out of Helen's pussy and replaced them with her thumb. Helen gave another stifled moan of pleasure. Suzi started thrusting rhythmically with her thumb, her hand pointing downwards between Helen's spread legs. She curled her first two fingers up between the firm buttocks, and lubricated with a mixture of soapy water and her lover's own juices, she slid her middle finger into Helen's anus.
Helen froze. This was an area of love-making about which she had no experience, one she had always been at pains to avoid. Every fibre of her Catholic upbringing screamed at her that this was dirty, unnatural, perverted. And then as the finger and thumb within her began to work their magic, a far more basic instinct took over and she felt a wave of pleasure rise within her; a pleasure so intense that it could not be denied, a pleasure that seemed to build for an age, layer upon layer, wave upon wave of intensity, each one greater than before until it seemed that the dam must burst or be swamped. And yet it held fast until it could finally hold no longer...
"Cum for me, baby!" Suzi gasped in her ear, her wrist a blur, finger and thumb frantically pistoning into Helen's body. Helen went rigid, her buttocks now clean off the floor, her pelvis thrust forwards. The water from the shower glued her dark hair to her head, her eyes were closed, her mouth open and moving soundlessly, as if she was trying to say something.
"Aaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh!" The scream was animal in its intensity. Helen's eyes snapped open as she came, and her pelvis bucked frantically as if she was fighting to escape the intrusion of Suzi's fingers.
"Oh God, yes, yes....oh SHIT!" Suzi was determined not to stop until her lover begged her to. Her right hand continued to work furiously between Helen's legs, while her left rolled and tugged at her nipples. She lowered her head and bit firmly at the base of Helen's neck. Another wave of orgasm powered through the dark-skinned girl's body and caused Suzi to jerk her own head back sharply, fearful for her teeth.
"Oh fuck, Suzi, stop please! I can't take any more!"
Helen's hands struggled to pull Suzi's from between her legs. Shuddering, she pulled her legs together and drew them up to her chest as she fell back into the arms of the young woman who had just given her such intense pleasure. For a while she lay there, fetal, head thrown back, allowing the shower water to splash into her face. Then she slowly raised her head and put her arms around Suzi's neck, looking straight into her bright blue eyes.
"I love you," she said simply, and sobbing, buried her head in the wet blonde curls.
Judi woke suddenly, blinking in the intense sunlight that flooded through the open French windows of her bedroom. God, she must have slept late, she thought. Mind you, it had been the early hours of the morning before she had finally got to sleep. For a moment, she lay there, mulling over the events of the previous day. As if it wasn't enough to discover your daughter having a lesbian relationship (and an extremely sexually gratifying one, to judge from what she had heard) you end up having wonderful cathartic sex with someone you hardly know, who turns up on your doorstep later the same evening. She closed her eyes for a moment and contemplated going back to sleep. No, that would never do, she decided. For one, she needed a shower, she could still feel the sticky wetness between her legs. And secondly, the adventures of the previous night had made her aware of something that she hadn't even realised she was missing - something she should have taken care of a long time ago.
She swung her legs out of bed and pulled on her silk dressing gown as she walked to the French windows. Yet another scorcher of a day, she thought as she squinted out into the baking sunlight. No sign of the heat wave abating as yet. Likewise, no sign of Suzi stirring, either. She stared across the gravelled yard at the Coach House and idly wondered if Helen had stayed the night. "I hope this isn't going to cause a lot of problems," she thought. "I wonder who Helen's parents are? Oh God, I might even know them! How embarrassing could that be?" She wandered back into the bedroom and checked the watch by her bed. Eleven-thirty - even later than she had thought. Time to make that phone call.
She opened the door to her en-suite and began to run a bath. It suited her mood better than a shower, and meant she could relax and chat at the same time. She retrieved the phone from its place by the bed and set it down beside the bath. For a while, she sat thinking about nothing in particular, just watching the bubbles rise to the rim of the tub. She reached over and turned off the taps, before standing up and allowing the dressing gown to swing open. For a moment, she stood, surveying herself in the mirror. "Not at all bad," she reflected for the second time in as many days, as she allowed the gown to drop off her shoulders and gently cupped a breast in each hand, feeling the weight and firmness. It was a long time since those boobs had been her meal-ticket, she thought, but they could still turn a few heads. Her fingertips brushed her nipples, and she felt a stirring of desire between her legs. For a moment, she toyed with the idea of indulging herself with masturbation, and her pulse quickened as she anticipated the delights of orgasm, but then she put the idea to the back of her mind until she had spoken to Kayti.
She pulled down the blind on the frosted window to block out the worst of the glare of the midday sun, and lit several scented candles, before lowering herself sensuously beneath the bubbles, resting her head on the rim as she slowly soaped her body.For a while, she just lay there, listening to the drip of the tap and savoring the vanilla aroma of the candles, feeling the water support and caress her body, the warm gloom of the bathroom making her drowsy and relaxed. With some effort, she roused herself and reached for the phone, flicking through the numbers stored in it until she found the one she was looking for.
Kayti Chamberlain was Judi's oldest and closest friend. Godmother at Suzi's christening, bridesmaid at Judi's wedding, and guide and confidant from the day they had first met on what transpired to be mutually their first topless photoshoot. It was Kayti who had persuaded her that they should both alter their names to more exotic spellings to enhance their allure; thus Katherine Marie Chambers had become Kayti Chamberlain, while Judith Michelle Truscott became Judi Brakespeare. For a brief spell, they had been lovers, sharing a bed in a bachelorette flat in Battersea, but they both quickly came to appreciate that their friendship was worth more to them than a mutual desire for sexual satisfaction, and had moved on, while making sure that the deep affection they felt for each other remained intact. Over the years, their paths had diverged, Kayti was now an incredibly successful businesswoman, while Judi had been happy to lose herself in her relationship with Tommy, a man considerably older than her who had become her lover and ultimately her husband; and the closest thing Suzi had ever had to a father. Since Tommy's death, however, Judi had felt as if her life had been put on hold. As a married couple, they had enjoyed an intensely physical relationship, and Judi felt the loss of her companion and lover keenly. Feeling that any sparks she rekindled might grow to become flames disloyal to her late husband's memory, she had done her best to suppress her natural physicality and play the role of slightly faded country widow. She was only just beginning to realize how little lace and chintz suited her, and her daughter's recent behavior was only serving to emphasize the point.
She pressed the green button on the handset, and heard the ringing tone begin. Once, twice, three times...she wondered if she'd got the right number.
"Judi, darling!" The voice on the other end of the line had a distinctly upper-middle class twang to it, something which always amused Judi when she recalled the Kayti of twenty years ago defiantly singing the praises of her working-class upbringing in rural Shropshire. "How are you, my love? It's been simply ages!"
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. There's been so much to sort out..."
"I understand, sweetheart. You must have had a pretty rough year. Never mind, we're talking now and that's the main thing. How is that gorgeous daughter of yours?"
"Rather too gorgeous for her own good."
"Oh, dear. Just like her mother then." Kayti gave a throaty chuckle. "Man trouble? Or has she realized that if she wants to take her clothes off in the right places, she need never do a legitimate stroke of work again?"
"Not as far as I'm aware. Not yet, anyway."
"Don't worry, she will. She's her mother's daughter after all. So to what do I owe the honor of this call?"
"I...err..was wondering if you were planning any meetings in the near future." There was sudden silence at the other end of the phone.
"Well, I have to say I wasn't expecting you to ask that." Another pause. "As it happens, your timing is, as ever, impeccable. There's one tonight. Can you make it?"
"I don't see why not. I wasn't planning much for today. The usual time?"
"Yes. Don't be late. I have something very special for everyone tonight."
Judi shifted in the bath, watching the water break over her half-submerged breasts. "Sounds fascinating - do tell."
"Not a chance, Truscott, wait and see for yourself."
Just for a moment, Judi heard distant echoes of Katherine Chambers. She laughed. "I can wait."
"Good. What about your lovely daughter? Is she not interested?"
"Kayti, do you mind? I'm her mother, for goodness sake! You don't seriously expect me to discuss things like that with her?"
"Well, I'm presuming she's not taken the veil? I somehow think you would have told me if she'd chosen to spend the rest of her life in a nunnery. So I presume she's a healthy girl in her early twenties with appetites not dissimilar to those of her mother. Is she still seeing the Rugby chap? What's his name...Jason Ridings?"
"Ryder. How did you know about that?"
"Oh yes, Ryder. How appropriate." Judi grinned despite herself as her friend continued talking. "I don't know about you in the sticks, darling, but here in civilization, we have things called newspapers. In case you didn't know, your daughter's beau scored some terribly important last-minute drop goal or something against the New Zealanders and was feted to the skies. Naturally, the girl on his arm caught some of the fallout. Didn't you know about him?"
"I think she brought him home once, but she seems to always have several on the go at any one time. It can be quite difficult to keep up. And she never seems vastly interested in any of them. At least, none of them ever get to stay in the inner temple."
It was Kayti's turn to laugh now. "Oh yes, that wonderful Coach House. Is she still keeping that as sacred ground?"
"Up to a point, I think." Judi tried to put out of her mind the thought of her daughter and Helen lying in each other's arms inside the walls of the Coach House that lay beyond the window of her bathroom.
"Good for her! Fuck them on their turf but keep your own space sacred." Kayti was still laughing. "You taught her well."
"Until you fall in love," said Judi almost without realizing she'd said it.
"Well, I wouldn't know anything about that, as you well know," Kayti sounded like she was walking as she talked, Judi could hear the click of her heels. "I never let anything as unrewarding as sentiment stand in the way of me and cold hard cash. That's something you know a lot more about than me."
Judi was still some way behind. "I didn't teach her anything. Suzi seems to have worked all this out for herself. By the way, did I mention that she changed her name?"
"I can't say I remember if you did. But then she's following a time-honored family tradition, isn't she? What particular combination did you lumber her with?"
"You should know, you were there! Susanne Katherine Rhiannon Breakspeare."
"I know I was, but if I remember correctly, there was a very nice young photographer who kept on pestering me to find him an opening in the glamour business."
"I'm sure you were able to oblige," said Judi, rather more acidly than she had intended.
"Over the course of a physically exhausting weekend stay at a rather nice hotel near Reading, if I remember correctly," said Kayti without rancor. "So what has she opted for?"
"Suzi. S - U - Z- I."
"Very chic, very sexy, and completely in keeping with the precedent established by her mother and Godmother. I don't suppose you could bring her with you? I rather think she and I would get on famously."
"Certainly not. She's...err..staying with a friend at the moment."
"Ah," said Kayti, "Another lover? Good for her. Well, give her my love and tell her I look forward to seeing her. I take it I need to put your name on the gate for tonight?"
"Yes, please."
"Consider it done. I'll see you tonight - you know the dress code?"
"Of course."
"Goodbye then, Judi my love. I look forward to seeing you this evening."
"'Bye Kayti - I'll see you tonight."
Judi dropped the handset outside the tub in a shower of bubbles and subsided into the water. What was it Kayti had called the Coach House, sacred ground? God, she was right! As far as Judi knew, none of Suzi's lovers had ever spent the night there - until now, that was. She felt an odd, hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach, and tried to remember how it had been during the brief few weeks that she and Kayti had been lovers. She recalled how appalled she had initially been at the strength of her attraction to her own sex, her own worries and doubts, but mostly she recalled one particular November weekend, when the rain fell unceasingly on the skylight above their bed in the attic flat they shared; as they made love time and time again. They had not dressed once from Friday night to Monday morning, glorying in each other's magnificent bodies, orgasm blurring into orgasm in a way Judi had never experienced before or since. Kayti had taught her so much, she thought.
The water in the bath rippled as her belly rose and fell with her breathing. Her breasts were clear of the water now, and she was suddenly aware that she was gently fondling them. Her pussy ached for the attention of her fingers, but she fought the urge to let her hand slide between her legs. "Wait," she scolded herself, "the anticipation is half the pleasure." With a bubble-covered hand, she groped around by the taps, searching for the large chrome button located there. Her fingers found it, pressed, and the pump beneath the bath rumbled gently as the Jacuzzi jets burst into life. Judi felt the power of the water on her thigh, and a wave of anticipation swept through her as she anticipated the effect of that jet on the sensitive tissue between her legs. Elegantly, she swung both of her legs over the side of the bath and, leaning back, directed the side jet of the bath directly at her pussy. She arched her pelvis slightly to ensure the jet was hitting her clitoris as intensely as possible, and then laid her head back against the side of the bath, waiting for her orgasm to build slowly within her. It took nearly ten minutes for the power of the water to finally bring her to climax, and when it did, it was long, slow, deep, and intense.As she came, Judi made no noise, but her white knuckles gripping the side of the bath were silent testimony to the intensity of the shuddering climax she experienced.
Suzi and Helen lay on the floor of the shower, dripping wet, naked in each other's arms. Both of them crying, their mouths were crushed together in a seemingly never-ending kiss, their limbs intertwined as if they were trying to become one. Helen broke off the kiss and held Suzi's face between her hands.
"I love you, Suzi. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Suzi gazed back into the green eyes. For a moment, she chewed her lower lip, and then she said quietly, "I love you too, Helen. No ifs, no buts, no doubts. I feel about you like I've never felt about anyone else, ever. I want to be with you every single moment of the day. I've known it since the moment I saw you at that party on Saturday night."
For a moment, the emotional intensity of the moment overwhelmed them both, and they broke down in each other's arms, tears flowing freely. It was Helen who recovered first.
"Look at the pair of us!" she giggled through her tears, "What a pair of emotional cows we are! Hormones a-go-go!"
Suzi found her own tears dissolving into laughter.
"There's gratitude, Miss Chapman. I show you sexual nirvana, and you start crying on me!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize when I set out on this casual lesbian fling that I'd end up falling completely in love with you!"
"But you have, haven't you?" said Suzi gently. "And I have with you. So I guess we're just going to have to live with it, aren't we?"
Helen nuzzled into her neck. "I can if you can," she said.
Suzi sat upright and leaned her back against the tiled wall of the shower. "I've just had a great idea," she said. "Do you ride?"
"What, horses?"
"Yes, of course. All the other obvious jokes I already have an intimate knowledge of!" Suzi gave a wicked grin.
"I did, until a couple of years ago. I suppose I still can - it's like riding a bike, isn't it? You never forget how."
"Brilliant! Come on!" Suzi struggled to her feet and helped Helen up after her. "Ooh, I've just had an awful thought. You don't have to work or anything sordid like that, do you?"
Helen burst out laughing. "How nicely put! No, I was doing some work for my Dad earlier on in the summer, but that's all over now." She spread her arms. "I'm all yours."
Suzi looked at her suddenly with unexpected seriousness. "I know," she said quietly.
Judi lay in the bath, eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. For some time, she hovered in a delicious state of post-orgasmic bliss somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, while the water grew cool around her. She idly wondered what the time was and how long she had before she would need to leave if she were to reach Kayti's home in Surrey at the appointed time. Casually, she stretched out her foot and turned the large chrome knob by the taps that opened the plug. As the water drained away, she began to make a mental note of things she needed to do to get herself fully prepared. Sod it, she thought to herself, someone else could pamper her for a change. She climbed out of the bath and sat naked and dripping on the edge while she retrieved the phone from where she had dropped it. She dialed a familiar number.
"Hi, Marianne? Oh good, I'm glad I caught you. Look, I've had a bit of a last-minute invitation to a rather swish do...could you possibly fit me in this afternoon? Oh, wonderful! You're a darling. Err...manicure, pedicure, facial...and a wax. Is that ok? Fantastic! I'll see you in an hour."
She switched the phone off and walked naked back into the bedroom. God, I didn't realize it was that late, she thought as she looked at the clock by the bed. Never mind, she would take her clothes with her and change at Marianne's - it was pretty much on the way, anyway. She pulled open the door of the wardrobe and began the complex process of deciding on her outfit.
Helen put the final touches to her lipstick and surveyed herself in the bathroom mirror. Not too bad, she thought, as she blotted her lips and returned the tube to the bag she had borrowed from Suzi. Actually, no, be honest with yourself, Chapman, you look damn good - positively glowing, in fact. She struck a catwalk pose and looked approvingly at her reflection. She unfastened the bath towel she wore wrapped around her and held it wide open, her eyes running approvingly over the curves of her naked body.
"Yes, Babe, you look fantastic!" Suzi's voice came from the doorway of the bathroom. "Freshly fucked, and totally loved up."
"That would be because I am. In both cases." Helen turned and caught sight of Suzi in the mirror. "Holy shit, Suze, you look like a Hooray Henry's sexual fantasy!"
"Why, thank you, Miss Chapman. As long as I'm your sexual fantasy too."
Suzi did indeed look fantastic. Fawn jodhpurs that fitted like a second skin were tucked into black leather riding boots, and the whole ensemble was topped off with a short-sleeved white blouse through which her bra was clearly visible. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders as she twisted around in an attempt to ensure that she looked as good from behind as in front.
"Do you really go riding like that?" Helen could not take her eyes off Suzi's gloriously displayed backside. God, the girl was so lovely.
"Yes, why not? It is the accepted dress for it, you know."
"I hope you don't go anywhere near a road. You could cause a major accident." She wrapped the towel around herself. "Just out of interest, what am I supposed to wear?"
"We'll sort you something out at the stables. Jo will have some kit you can borrow. In the meantime, I think these should fit you ok," Suzi handed her a lacy white thong. "I'm afraid there's no chance of my having a bra that might fit you, but I rather like watching your lovely little boobies bounce."
Helen grinned. She let the towel drop and stepped into the thong. The thin material looked very white against her sun-tanned skin. Suzi stepped closer to her as she straightened up and slowly ran her fingertips across her lover's pert breasts. Helen pulled back from her touch.
"You start that, and we won't get anywhere," she said, a little breathlessly. "I think I'd better get dressed quickly before we lose the whole day."
Suzi sighed. "You're right," she murmured, "But it does seem a shame to cover that gorgeous body up."
Helen grinned. "Don't worry, you can have the pleasure of uncovering it again later." She kissed Suzi gently on the lips. "Now what am I wearing?"
Suzi was suddenly practical. "Your stuff is still in the machine, I forgot to take it out last night... I can't imagine why. Anyway, I think these will fit. I'll put your stuff in the dryer, and it will be done by the time we get back."
Helen inspected the proffered clothes, which consisted of a sarong-style wrap-around skirt of deep azure blue and a white crop-top. She dressed quickly and surveyed the result in the mirror. The sarong hung low on her hips, and combined with the top, revealed rather more midriff than she was accustomed to showing, but she thought the overall effect looked quite good. Certainly, Suzi looked approving.
"Very tropical," she said, as Helen twirled at her request. "Appropriate for this weather. Ready?"
Helen slid her feet into her sandals. "Ready," she said.
Suzi opened the door that led out onto the steps and immediately winced at the glare of the midday sun. The day was proving to be another scorcher, with no respite from the relentless heat, and the air shimmered under a cloudless blue sky. As she locked up the door behind them, she glanced across to the other side of the gravel yard. Several windows had been thrown open to admit what little breeze there was, but beyond that, the house sat silent, as if stupefied by the unaccustomed heat. She suddenly remembered something.
"Hey, Helen."
"Yes?" They were walking around the outside of the Coach House, heading for the lane that ran alongside.
"Did you hear a car in the night?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
"I thought I did - just before I fell asleep. It sounded like someone coming up to the house."
"Is that so strange? Isn't your mum allowed to have visitors? Perhaps you're not the only one with a new lover."
Suzi grinned as she opened the gate to the lane. "She'd tell me if she had," she said. "She doesn't keep any secrets from me."
Judi watched the two girls disappear through the gate and onto the lane. That was handy, she thought, it would save her a lot of explanations about where she was going and why. Her daughter was so wrapped up in her new relationship that with any luck, she wouldn't even notice her absence. She checked that the last of the house windows was shut and made her way to the hallway, where her overnight bag waited at the foot of the stairs. She raised the handle and towed it behind her down the passage to the side door which led out onto the gravel yard. Locking the door behind her, she walked swiftly to the rear of the house and unlocked the door to the old stables. She thought it was highly unlikely that Suzi would be back for several hours, but there seemed no point in taking any chances, and she was cutting it pretty fine anyway if she was going to fit in a solid afternoon's pampering and still get to Kayti's on time. Despite the brightness of the light outside, the interior of the stable was dark, and Judi flicked on the light before she closed the door behind her.The stable had been converted into an immaculately clean and very well-equipped workshop; walls, floor, and ceiling all painted white with racks of gleaming tools and pristine work benches along each wall. Standing in the centre of the space, gleaming in the glare of the strip lights, was a dark blue Bentley Mulsanne Turbo Convertible. It had been one of Tommy's few extravagances, which he had justified by telling her it was an appreciating classic, but the truth was that it was a boy's toy - a ridiculously fast, luxurious, and impractical car which he wanted for no other reason than that he loved it and could afford it. And as Judi loved him too, she had seen no reason to begrudge him his indulgence. After his death, Judi had retained the maintenance contract which Tommy had established with a local specialist, and once a month a man came to start it up, inspect it, and undertake any work required. Judi had intended for some time to ask him to arrange for it to be sold, but somehow, whenever she thought about it, she felt disloyal to her husband's memory.
Well, she thought, it was sitting there with a full tank, just asking to be used. And there couldn't ever be better weather for a convertible. She took the keys off the hook, pressed the button that unlocked and opened the boot, and lowered her overnight bag into the cavernous recess. Opening the driver's door, she slid into the seat, and felt a slight tingle of excitement run through her as her skirt rode up and the backs of her bare thighs made contact with the cold leather. She adjusted the mirror, turned the key, and the big V8 roared into life. Another button on the dashboard, and the big up-and-over door of the stable rose silently, as she slipped the car into gear and allowed it to roll smoothly forward. The gravel of the yard crunched beneath the tyres as Judi braked to a halt, watching the stable door shut automatically behind her as the electric hood rose and stowed itself neatly away with only the faintest clicks and whirs. She removed her sunglasses from the top of her head and lowered them over her eyes. She could feel the heat of the sun on her body, and a tingling excitement rising within her as the big car started forward and she sensed the power available beneath her right foot. With a growl from its twin exhausts, the big car swung out of the yard and down the gravel drive.
Suzi and Helen walked slowly up the lane that ran beside the Coach House. The heat of the sun was tempered by the arch of foliage that hung above them, and they walked in a dappled green world heavy with the scent of flowers and the hum of insects. Suzi could not honestly remember when she had last been so happy; she felt so gloriously alive, so in love, so sexually satisfied, every sense heightened to extreme as if the colours really were brighter, the smells stronger, and the sense of touch more extreme. She continually shot quick glances at her lover walking beside her, drinking in the way she looked and moved, savouring the thought that Helen's glorious body was pledged to her, to possess and devour, explore and delight. Almost unconsciously, Suzi reached out and took her hand.
Helen felt the hand slide into hers and was surprised to find she savoured the sensation of physical contact with her lover, instead of instinctively worrying about such a public display of intimacy. She squeezed Suzi's hand and was rewarded with a radiant smile of delight. "So we're holding hands - it's no big deal," she thought with a grin. She remembered the foreign students who she encountered in her home town every summer: French, Italian, and Spanish. The girls often held hands, sometimes even walked arm in arm. "This must be my repressed English side coming out," she thought with a grin.
"What are you grinning about?" Suzi enquired.
"Just happy," she replied truthfully.
"Oh, Baby - so am I," Suzi stopped in her tracks and turned to face Helen, pulling the taller girl towards her as she did so. Her face tilted upwards, and their lips met as their arms wrapped around each other's bodies, moist lips parting and tongues dancing. There was a real passion in their embrace, a repression of sexual desire in the strength with which they held each other, a suppression of the primeval urge to give in their mutual lust. Unseen in the idyllic setting of the middle of a leafy lane, the two girls exchanged a kiss in which both of them lost all sense of time and place. For all the naked moments of wanton desire they had experienced in the previous twenty-four hours, none compared to that eternal moment of mutual understanding and love. When it ended, they stared into each other's eyes with the intensity of unfulfilled desire. Then, without a word, they continued to walk, still hand in hand.
Neither of them spoke - they had no need to. Both of them were aware that the Rubicon had just been crossed, that from here on they could never return to their previous existence and expect things to be just the same. | 4 |
111,928 | CHEATING: SAVING YOURSELF THE HEARTACHE | Hi there, welcome back. I offer personal sympathy if you've ever lost a love to straying. What I'm about to give is advice on how to maintain a healthy relationship, which is the best safeguard aside from having solid knowledge that you've selected someone who will always be true. So what I won't tell you is how to cheat nor how to catch your special someone in the act. When I mention straying, it doesn't always mean outright cheating; it can also mean loss of affection or a shifting of loyalties. If they're not investing that affection and attention in you, then it means it's going to waste or else going to someone else. So straying is the mildest form of cheating and is often the first danger sign.
As for myself, I'm always faithful to the woman who chooses me, that's just my nature. However, I've still been on the receiving end of this brand of heartache, as well as seen other cheating incidents, so I have experience in that way. I'm also going to try to give you some insights on why lovers stray. Still, I'm no expert and have never opened a psychology book, so take anything you read as friendly advice, not as an absolute answer. Besides, everyone's situation is different, so these guidelines might not even apply to you. But if they do apply, then I'm pretty sure I can help you.
In all of my advice, be prepared for a backfire, but be happy when the results work out successfully. You're your own best judge for your own situation.
The first thing that you need to realize is that it isn't always because of you...specifically the way you are, the things you're doing, and the things you're not doing. Sometimes the root of the problem is actually within the person you're with. Who you are attracted to is not something easily controlled...if at all...so sometimes you'll be attracted to someone who thinks monogamy is a hardwood used to make sturdy doors. Just as my nature is to be faithful, there are opposites who don't have that in them or else they have a history of straying and they're sincerely trying for your sake to be true to you but falling back into old patterns. So I'll also give you some tips about danger signs when you're selecting a match.
Being There. Something that you can do to protect yourself from a straying mate though is to keep the relationship healthy. This means open communication and sensitivity along with the necessary affection and kindness. This relates to the well-known "Mars & Venus" line of thinking. The number one cause of a lover wandering into someone else's arms is that you don't care enough or "aren't there for them" when they need you. This involves more than muting the TV when they've had a rough day. Guys, I don't care if your team is playing the last 15 minutes of the SuperBowl and you have money riding on it, you'd better pop a tape in your VCR or else all she's going to remember is you putting her problems on hold for an hour instead of all the attention you gave her after the game was done. And ladies, I know that even the little details can be important with anything you're doing, but when your man comes to you all frustrated, you should put what you're doing on hold even for five minutes to listen because it's the shoulder he leans on that he's going to emotionally invest himself in. So this is one of the main insights, that people develop feelings for the people who are there for them in the hard times much like they feel close to the people that make them feel happy during the good times. I know it sounds so basic, but a lot of people either forget that truth or else haven't heard it before. Let me run it by you in a scenario just in case you learn from example better than from theory...
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Fucking. There, that caught your attention. This is something else you can do to maintain a healthy relationship if you're already sexually active with your special someone. If you're not sexually active (either with them yet or if you're still a virgin even) then this section isn't for you just yet. The advice still holds true though. Recognize that people have varying sexual needs and wants, so another big reason why lovers stray is because they want something different than what they already have or are getting. I deal in fantasies, but even the smallest and most common things still interest me a great deal, so this advice isn't about reaching into your closet for the kinkiest bag of tricks you can find. That works for some people to start spicing up their sex life with new things, but it's not for everyone, especially if your lover is conservative in the bedroom. Also, even in an open relationship, you'll want to avoid adding new partners to the mix since it invites eye-opening comparisons even if you both enjoy a swinging lifestyle it's still playing with fire. The true advice for this section is that you need to see that if having sex is the average on the scale, lovemaking and fucking are on the opposite sides of it. This is where varying sexual needs/wants come into the picture. Sometimes a person just wants to get fucked. Hard, fast-moving, passionate, don't-stop-til-you-get-enough, lust-filled fucking. Don't be ashamed of it, that desire is there even just for rare moments. Lovemaking is also another answer.Romantic, slow, tender, intense, kissing, teasing, appreciative lovemaking. By comparison to those two extremes, sex is a more casual "oh look it's Friday night again, let's enjoy each other and then sleep in tomorrow"...it's not actually boring or that routine, but it may feel that way to either you or your partner. So mix it up a bit, surprise them with the candles and bubble bath, or pounce them when they walk in the door and with a passionate kiss pull their clothes off right there on the floor and ride them hard while telling them how you've been getting worked up all day thinking about them. However, try not to use the "fucking" end of the scale too often or it may swing your relationship in that direction and make them feel like all they are to you is meat or just a quick fuck. Also, try to find out what things they are interested in sexually, which can be difficult if there's a problem with the interests not being shared or even if you have trouble talking about the subject since a lot of people are shy about their interests in sex, almost ashamed. What you need to let them know is that if they open up to you, you're not going to push them away or make fun of them, you have to be approachable to them. If you have problems with trying new things, then by all means start small. But recognize that the happier they are at home with what's going on in the bedroom (or wherever you like to share your moments), the less inclined they'll be to seek their sexual needs elsewhere. Another idea is that when they share a sexual interest with you, feel free to share one of your own with them...this proves to them that you think about sex as well and have your own fantasies, since they might think that perhaps you're the more conservative one out of the two of you. Discovering more layers about each other will always bring you closer together, but realize that there's really no good way of relating some of the most kinky fantasies that are banned by the United Nations, so feel your partner out before unloading the deep dark fantasies if you have them...everyone's scale for what kinky is can be quite different.
Dang, I could talk about sex and give you good tips on it for hours and STILL feel like I hadn't covered the topic well enough. But we'll just move on for the time being...
Appreciation. For some, this involves making yourself vulnerable since it's about telling your special someone just how much they mean to you. However, the third reason for a straying lover is lack of appreciation, not feeling enough that you care about them. The most effective way is to sit them down face to face and look into their eyes as you tell them slowly what your favorite things are about them, what they mean to you, and just how much you care for them. Don't say it if you don't mean it, though...there's no excuse for tarnishing an "I love you", if you say it make sure you mean it. Sometimes the appreciation is as simple as an "I love you" said at the right time. Often a good hug or even a brief kiss, unless your love has issues with intimacy where it makes them uncomfortable. Perhaps you could be more subtle by writing them a short one-line note that you slip into their pocket or ball it up and stuff it in their shoes. They'll stumble across it during the day while you're not together and when they read it, they'll know that you spent time thinking this surprise up as well as the sentiments of whatever you wrote to them. If you don't think the idea too corny, maybe make up a coupon book for your lover...things like "I owe you 2 big kisses", "This card entitles you to five minutes of sucking & licking", or "backrub, party of one". Little things can bring you closer together even if they seem cheesy. You're trying to let them know that you do think about them when they're not right in the same room with you and that they do mean more to you than just a surface, "we're together for now because we each don't want to be alone"...tiny efforts can make a big impact. However, watch out for the pitfall of "too little, too late" where the small efforts might not be enough to save a fading relationship, instead needing bigger steps to secure a happier future together. Another thing to watch out for is the mid-day calls. Notes aren't immediate but being on the phone to talk to them directly can come off feeling like you're checking up on them, especially if you're doing it out of the blue. Also, stopping by to invite them to lunch out of the blue might also not be appreciated, so if they turn you down because they're too busy or don't like bringing their personal life to work, then the stop-over can open up a can of worms. Also, too much during-the-day contact can make them feel smothered instead of feeling genuinely appreciated, so that's another thing to keep in mind. Just like chocolate, appreciation is really good but don't overdo it...you'll know the limits for your own relationship.
Roles. I have to be careful with this one since people can get rubbed the wrong way really easily. I personally don't have any preconceptions, but when I suggest to you that sometimes you might need to give an inch, some people don't take kindly to that. If you have a driving need to be right, no matter the argument, you'll find yourself to be a winner...you'll be sleeping alone but you'll have the knowledge that you didn't back down...which makes it a hollow victory. Maybe the other person is in the same boat with always needing to feel like they're the one who is right. Sometimes you need to back down a bit in order to keep the peace, since you need to always be the winner means that you're making them always be the loser. Also, stalemate arguments can be deadly to a relationship's health. Anyways, when I mentioned roles, I meant that sometimes you each have notions of what you want the other person to be. Maybe you're the one who makes sure things get done but they'd prefer that your role was the one who is always available. Perhaps they're going to school but you'd prefer to see them earning money at work. Or perhaps the roles are smaller, like you'd prefer to change who's on top during sex or who goes out and grabs the snacks & movies or who cooks dinner more often. These may seem petty things or huge things, but a difference of opinion between you and your partner can lead them to seek out someone who will better fit that role in their life. These roles can also mean the difference between dating, starting to have sex with each other, living together, getting engaged, getting married, having kids, the choice between renting an apartment or buying a house. These things all fall under roles since they involve the role of your relationship. If you're just coming out of a messy divorce from the asshole of the century and just want a casual relationship at best but your new lover is looking to settle down...then there's going to be a relationship role problem that will cause one or both of you to look elsewhere. That situation is surprisingly common. I'm the type of guy that enjoys committing myself to someone special, but many of the ladies I see online are in the boat of either being recently divorced or unhappily married...so I back down from my own dreams of a serious relationship in order to keep the peace. Hmmmm, okay so I'm one of the exceptions to the rule, but in some relationships roles can be either no problem no matter what the difference, or roles can be "make-or-break" obstacles to them.
Okay, those were the four major areas for things you can do. So now we're going to focus more on what causes straying and those possible dangers when selecting a new lover that I mentioned in the beginning.
You are with (or your next love will be) someone that you're attracted to. You don't necessarily have a "type" that you look for, and contrary to what friends may say you're not looking for a partner like your father/mother and you're not drawn to losers. Oops...back that up a second...sometimes you are attracted to the very people that are worst for you. I'm not an advocate of one-night-stands, but that "player" down at the club is best suited for you in that one night role. If you're drawn to players, the guys/ladies that like to flirt heavily with everyone around them but never have a steady, sole partner...then that should tell you right there that they make lousy relationship material. You might be their favorite lover, you might be the person they feel they can "finally settle down with and stop clubbing", but you're inviting your own heartache by choosing them. I'm not judging you, I'm just saying that it's not a stable beginning to a good relationship. Another unstable beginning...other people's lovers. You need to remember that the biggest rule of selecting who to be with is that the way you gain them can also be the exact same way that you lose them. So that married guy stuck in a dying marriage to a wife who is not at all right for him, well he's not right for you either until the dust settles. By being with them, you're admitting that you know you're a better match and that you're okay with them choosing happiness over commitment. I'm not saying don't be with them at all, I'm saying that you don't want them to be cheating on someone to be with you, as well make sure that you are ALWAYS their best match so that they don't find someone else who is an even better combination for them than you are. This is part of that Pandora's box of threesomes and inviting comparisons...since they might decide they can do better than what they have, even if your relationship is happy and good, you still risk them looking to see if they finally have met their ultimate true love. Besides, they might be conning you with the age-old "I'll tell her about us next week really...then we can be together like we both want so much."Sometimes next week never comes, and there are always more excuses, which just makes you tear yourself apart emotionally.
Right, cross those players and married people off your list right now. Tell the player where they can find you when they're done playing and clubbing or when they're ready to get serious with just you in the picture. And tell that married person to look you up when they have their own place and have their divorce filed (or better yet, settled) because you don't want to look back and see that you were the reason they split up with their ex. This might seem silly or stupid to you, but even this little bit of honor in the beginning will make you trust them a lot more when you do get together so that you won't be worrying about them leaving you the same way or cheating on you. I think this section might ruffle a whole lot of feathers with my faithful readers...sorry about that.
Attraction can also bite you in the ass if you're attracted to the dangerous types. If they look like they're abusive and have a short temper, then listen to those warning sirens now in the early stages before you get stuck with someone who will either treat you like you're nothing or much worse. While we're crossing people off, strippers can make for lousy boyfriends/girlfriends. I'm not saying that they're going to cheat on you at work or that they aren't people worthy of being with and loving. You could have a very rewarding relationship with someone in the sex industry for all I know. Anything is possible. I'm saying that it will raise insecurities in you as to what happens if the passion they're faking becomes a genuine desire in them. Besides having a couple of hundred guys lusting after your lady will either be a big turn-on for you since you're the only one she actually sleeps with and cares for, or else it's going to start making you feel like a face in the crowd to her and fortunate indeed to have even a moment's attention from her. And what if, after a night of dancing, they're feeling all numb or sexed-out and the last thing they want to see when they get home is you all frisky and ready to play? Or a hundred other common problems. I'm not saying "avoid entirely", I'm just asking you to be careful. You'll find your heart or your hormones draw you to certain people, but it takes more than just that attraction to secure a happy relationship together.
Comparison. The reason why this is bad is because it opens up a can of worms. I have a love-hate relationship with the "Temptation Island" series. The premise of the show rubs me the wrong way because I'm so against cheating, but still I find myself drawn to watch. I've enjoyed the non-American versions the most, and right now the Australian one is airing and looks like it will heat up. But the shocker was during one of the American series where, at the end, both of the people in the relationship had remained faithful while on the island, however they split up because one of them decided that they could do better and had no idea that they could be so successful with members of the opposite sex. So too much exposure to people your lover might be attracted to is a bad idea, which you already knew. So here's what you do about it...
Together alone. Not only is that a saying, sometimes said as "alone together", but it's also a choice. Every relationship differs in how much time you spend doing things together actively, sometimes just being in the same room or both being home is enough and you and your love feel content with this. If so, that's great. However, if you or your special someone are more active, either socially or physically, then it's time to find a common ground for doing things together. The more active either of you are in your activities, the more important the need to be involved. Calmer relationships filled with quiet evenings are low maintenance relationships, very fulfilling and happy since the requirements are lower and you don't need to bend over backwards to be happy together. More active relationships mean that you have more energy to spend and it's more about the thrills and highs, so you always need to be pursuing those things together...be it rock climbing, clubbing, working out, sports, things like that. If you make the interests at least somewhat mutual, then it means you're showing them that the things they enjoy do matter to you as well. At the same time, you're limiting the risk of them bumping into someone there who shares that particular interest in that activity since sometimes that's all it takes to turn someone's head and make them start thinking about being with someone else.
Clubbing. This one is going to rub some people the wrong way. OK, boil down the reason to go out to a bar or dance club (strip clubs are too obvious). The most innocent reason is that you go clubbing to unwind and have a good time. We all have our ways to unwind and enjoy ourselves, so no problem there. But the cheater's paradise comes in because it's about people coming out to a popular spot, dressing as sexy as possible even if the true reason behind that is feeling good about the way they look (self-esteem). Now you add in the loud music, no problem, but the music's good, so you've gotta dance even just a little sway while you're standing there in line. Just add alcohol...even if your lover can drink responsibly and doesn't get hammered drunk, you've no way of knowing how drunk the other people in the place are getting and then hitting on your lover. So after a drink or two, maybe they start dancing more and someone offers to join them. Even if it ends there after a simple dance, your special someone suddenly finds themselves wishing you were there with them. So guys, I don't care if it's western line dancing, you'd better buy yourself some cowboy boots and join those lessons. And ladies, don't worry if you don't have shoes that you think will look killer on the dance floor if you don't have them in your closet, just dress up as sexy as possible and start joining them for a night out. However, if your special someone starts to resist this new change, suggesting you'd be better off just staying at home instead because it's not that big a deal or that exciting, then you might have cause to start worrying. At the very least the resistance means that they act differently when you're not around and having you there is going to "waste their flavour" as it were.
Night out. This is another topic that is difficult to handle. Let's start with going out with the guys/girls. Male bonding time and women talking together, that's natural and good, but not everyone really does it. Ladies, if you start to raise questions about the night out with the guys, you're going to meet heavy resistance, and he certainly won't want you going along with him for that. Guys hanging out together always act differently than they would at any other time, so before you start inquiring about what they do together, take a look at his friends. If more than one or two of his friends are trouble out of the group, then there might be some reasons for concern since peer pressure is there even when you're a senior citizen. Case in point, watch an episode of the series The Mind of the Married Man which is an HBO production. If the guy in your life is soft-spoken, you have much less to worry about than if he's a major socializer, but it takes more than that to invite trouble. Just like you wouldn't want him asking a lot of questions about when you're out with the girls, there's not much you can do about it. And guys, the same applies where you can't exert influence on limiting what she's doing since that social time apart can be important, and a whole lot of venting about the relationship happens while you're apart...that's natural. Also, it's hard to tell your love who they should and shouldn't be friends with since things can get very complicated either because they resist or else because breaking off the friendship gets messy. So all you can really do for sure is to consider what sort of friends they're hanging out with and what they're doing together while you're apart.
Friends. OK, I've never strayed, but I've been the guy who has had a woman stray from me this way as well as being the friend they've strayed to, so ouch and sorry both apply. Introducing your loved one to a friend of yours is natural and not a problem, but the mental process behind it is that they're thinking your friend must be a nice person since they're your friend. So the essential difference is that they're not meeting a stranger here, they're meeting someone who is vouched for as not being all bad, much like a resume with references and a letter of recommendation. On the scale of things, you need to now trust them both, since the situation is better with them seeing their ex but worse than just bumping into a stranger. The real cause for concern is if they're spending time together when you're not there, even things as small as having your friend meet you at home but you're running late. The largest common ground is that they both know you, so that's what they will most probably be talking about, specifically the things they think are good about you but soon that drifts into their frustrations about the way you act or the things you do. That forms a bond doing that, which can be the beginning of trouble, especially if your friend is nodding to what your lover is saying and them telling them "I'm not like that at all" or else "I'd never treat you like that" or even complimenting them when they voice a frustration about you. This can drive a bit of a wedge between you two and bring the other two closer where they feel like telling them "I feel I can really talk to you". This can be good therapy for them, but it could also be the catalyst to have them stray. There's also the risk of your lover finding they prefer your friend or have more in common with them.I'm not telling you to keep your friends and lovers separate like Church & State, I'm just asking you to be watchful and aware of your decisions and what they might be thinking or feeling. The friends principle can also extend to family; watch a few episodes of Judy Judy and you'll notice the word "cousin" comes up a lot when they mention who their ex left them for. So just consider if your lover is spending a great deal of time with someone else you trust, because your trust makes each of those people more appealing in general. In movies and on TV, over and over again you can see that having a friend who is down on their luck come stay with you and your lover until they get back on their feet can be a bad idea. Again, I'm not telling you not to, I'm just suggesting you keep close tabs since the potential for straying is there.
Overtime. This is a slippery slope. It ties in with roles and being there. Your partner wants you to be successful, and they know that you need the money as well as they enjoy the support of the added money in the relationship. However, the other side of the coin is that they start feeling like they don't see you as much as they'd like, that they miss you, and if all you do is come home exhausted and want to relax or sleep, then they feel like they're getting the money from your job but they're losing you in the bargain. They'll feel like you're not there enough, or that all you think about is work and have no idea what's really going on with them, or maybe they just feel left out. So the very least you can do is try not to go home exhausted all the time or else make it up to your lover by doing special things together. Do not make the mistake of trying to make it up to them by buying them gifts since this relates to the money your job is bringing in and it's you and your attention and time that they're craving more than money and gifts. A gift can tell them you care enough to consider them and get them something, but the time together is much more vital to the relationship. Also, if you or they start calling to say you're working late, that doesn't necessarily translate to mean someone is cheating instead of working. However, coming home showered can be as suspicious as coming home smelling like someone else. Overtime directly relates to...
Excuses. Running into a whole lot of "ummmm, don't come over tonight, I have something else to do and don't feel like getting together" should throw up red flags that your relationship needs improving. It doesn't mean they're cheating on you, it just means that the relationship isn't everything that it should be at the moment. Similarly, when you make excuses to them about missing out on doing things together, you send the message that things aren't great even if your reason behind the excuse is that you're legitimately obligated. So if you have to miss an opportunity to get together or break plans, then it's an excellent idea to make concrete plans at the same time, and sound excited about the new plans which means more than focusing on how disappointed you are about the missed plans. Again, sometimes a gift can be nice, but it's apples-to-oranges compared to spending time with you and they might feel like you're trying to buy them off or buy their affection after having had to disappoint them. So ordering a "candygram" with a note in it saying that you can't make it tonight is going to be really disappointing. What you should be doing is saying things like, "sorry I can't make the movie tonight, I'd been so looking forward to it, but how about Friday I take you out for the whole evening, just you and I all night, and we can watch a movie then, too. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again." I'll also tell you this again, if you say it then mean it. And remember that the only trade-off for time with you is to replace it with special time with you, no substitutes although you can feel free to add a gift either when you see them again or after they've spent that make-up time with you, but no gifts before the time or else you're sending the message that "just in case I have to break my new promise, here's this to hang on to". This principle of excuses and time-for-time also applies to friends, family, and if you've got kids, toys are great but it's time with you that is going to be really important to them especially once they've grown up and appreciate that you were really there for them.
Dang, this simple set of tips is starting to get pretty big, so even though there's so much more advice I could give you, I'm going to wrap it up here. I might write more of these though, I'm enjoying giving advice, maybe my next one will be bedroom tips...something to look forward to. Thanks for listening to what I had to say, even if you think it's all crap. I hope to write something even more meaningful next time. And I sincerely hope that I'm able to help you improve your relationships with my advice. | 4 |
111,929 | Tips For Writing Better Erotica | Hello there. I've always meant to type even a quick little guide of pointers about how to write about your own fantasies. The reason for this project is that over the years I've bumped into people in email or chatting who enjoy my stories, and when I ask them if they write, the average response is that they'd like to but are afraid that it wouldn't be any good. These tips aren't just for writing stories that you want to share publicly online, but also tips for writing steamy, personal fantasies in email...since the two styles are completely different. Even if you don't plan on writing anything, reading this will give you some insights as to why I write the way I do. But I'm only in my twenties still, so I'm hardly an authority on writing.
These tips come in no particular order of importance and they also won't be for everyone either. I'm not telling you what to do, just giving you some outlines since my own writing is far from perfect either. But I am very glad that you've enjoyed my stories so far. So thanks for your support.
Actually, I'm going to start with the most important tip. Passion. The fantasy you write about absolutely needs to be about something that drives you wild and excites you. If the fantasy it's all based on doesn't make you tingle, then you'll find writing it is more like work than play. If it's an uphill struggle to write it and you have no fun, then there's not much point to it, unless of course it's a fantasy you're writing to please someone, in which case their enjoyment is the big payoff. The other reason that passion is vital to an exciting story is that if you're writing about some fetish or other sexual act that you don't enjoy in real life, then it will look clumsy in your story. And if it doesn't look clumsy, then it might appear undetailed or will reflect your personal distaste by the tone you write about it.
Goals. I suppose every writer has a goal for why they're writing in the first place. My own goals are that I want to be liked, even a very small audience of friends who look forward to my next story and the one after that. The other goal I have is to see if I can write a story so well that the reader is compelled to touch themselves, even briefly if not all the way to the point of orgasm. I'm all about the pleasure, which is why I'm not in any position to earn any awards. That is the goal of some though, to be respected by other writers and to win some kind of writing award or to even get published. None of those are bad goals, however I have to warn you that trying for those three things will change the flavor of your final story as well as put a greater amount of pressure on you to be successful. I suppose that's why I'm more of a hobby writer, since I write when the mood takes me or when a fantasy occurs to me. So at least think about the reason you want to write.
Time. This is linked to your goals. If you're looking for an award, you're going to need to spend a lot of time on the keys. For some people it's going to be several days of typing and revising. Others will spend weeks. Personally, I just catch a wave and ride it out, wandering and stumbling my way through the story without even known myself what's going to happen in the next paragraph. All of my own stories are unpolished rough drafts, I punch headlong into writing it without looking back up and only spend between two to four hours. Not many people will be able to write that way though but my advice for both people writing fantasy emails and also beginner authors is to make a "one sitting" rule. Meaning that you should try to write as much as you can in one session and if you find that you have to quit for the night but aren't finished yet, then maybe try to wrap things up as the end of a chapter. The reason for this rule as well as my suggestion to make continuations a new chapter is because when you sit down again to write more you'll find you've lost the momentum or mood of what you were writing so the story will sound awkward until you get back into the groove. The reader will often pick up on these contrasts since your mood will be different and that will affect the words you choose and the amount of your personal passion you put into it.
Subject. The best way I've found is to write my true self into my stories, that gives me a connection to the fantasy that unlocks extra passion. However, some people prefer the distance of using characters because they don't want to be associated with having the fantasy in question or else they feel uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. These might be the sort of people to say things like, "I have this ummm friend...yeah a friend...and they told me a story about how they..." There's no preferred method for point of view but if you really want it to be personal you're going to have to take a big gulp and throw yourself into the mix, even for just one story so you can see the difference in your own writing. Your subject will also tend to be something you've fantasized about but haven't done, or something you have done that you want to base a story on, or maybe your story is about something exactly detail-for-detail about something that happened to you. Again, try them all if you'd like, find your own preference. Personally, I don't write about real encounters because for myself I feel it's a "kiss and tell", but perhaps you're looking to share something so juicy that you just can't keep it to yourself. It's all good.
Grammar. One warning I'll address because I've actually seen this posted before, but don't write something that looks like this: "Then she come to me, say Babee be good 2 me or i go 4 some1 else" There's a lot of problems with what I just wrote there, but the capitalization isn't actually one of them...some people don't use capital letters or don't capitalize "I", so don't worry about it if you don't feel like it. However using numbers to represent words makes the reader feel like they're decoding a pager message and hardly sets the proper mood for them. If it's your grammar that isn't very good then don't beat yourself up over it...ideally you'll want to try to improve it to the level you see in movies or on TV, you're aiming for common grammar more so than college-level here. And if English isn't your strongest language, don't worry about that either. You could write it in your strongest language and either post it that way or else have someone translate it for you, and hey if you write a really hot story in broken English, nobody is going to care how you wrote the sentences. If the reader is sufficiently excited they won't remember the correct use of "it's and its" or "you're and your" anyways, so don't get trapped by rules if you're uncomfortable with them. Spelling you should try for though, which includes typing the wrong letters. The sentence, "I wanna fuck you bad!" sounds completely different if you mistype the last word with a D instead of a B making the last word reads as "dad" so that's why spelling can be important. But if you need to sit with a dictionary open the whole time you're typing then that's no fun for you either. If you want to write a fantasy using "no big words" then go for it, knock their socks off with passion instead of your words. There's no right way of doing it.
Lingo. Vocabulary is very important. It involves thinking about who your audience is going to be, or who you're writing the fantasy to in email. Everyone has their own personal tastes. I'll show you what I mean in this experiment. You don't have to say these words out loud, but each one evokes a different feel and you'll probably prefer at least one, hate a couple, or maybe have others that I didn't type. Here we go, words for the penis: Penis, cock, rod, manhood, throbbing love muscle, dick, organ, prick, member, love rocket, throbber, boner, python, meat... Dang there's hundreds but you see what I mean, word choice makes you feel different things and some rub you the wrong way. I've even had a couple of women who were totally excited by the word "cunt" but I never use that word in my posted stories since it rubs most women the wrong way. So think about your audience when you're writing, but don't feel you have to limit yourself. If you're like me, then the thought of who all might be reading this will drive you nuts. So what I do to counteract that is to imagine I'm writing this to just a single person or even that I'm writing the story to the dreamlover I've created in it...which is very close to writing to your diary. Hey, on that note if you feel you'll be most comfortable writing your fantasy as a diary entry, go for it, what makes you feel the best will also work wonders for a reader.
Confidence. This one is so hard to gauge. Overconfidence comes off as bragging. And being too self-conscious changes the texture of your writing, too, though isn't a bad thing. So don't worry about confidence in your own writing abilities too much. You'll always get better the more you write, so even a small paragraph intended to excite someone is a good start. Be flirty. Be funny. Be quirky. Be awkward and clumsy. Hey, it doesn't matter so long as you look back and say to yourself afterwards, "Wow...I really wrote that!" So get your creative juices flowing and everything will come in time.
Point of View. There's no real right and wrong in this area and don't be afraid to switch your point of view as long as you don't mix them in a single paragraph if you can help it. The major ones are first person, third person narrative, and omniscient. First person means you're telling the story from your own eyes using your own senses and thoughts. First person doesn't mix in what other people are thinking or what's happening in the next room where they can't see. Simple enough.Third-person narrative means you're telling the story as a witness. It may have your own opinions, but doesn't tell what other people think or feel. Third-person also means that the story isn't written from the viewpoint of anyone involved in the action. To write the fantasy from the perspective of your lover's eyes is still using first-person. Now with omniscient, anything goes. Omniscient is almost always from the view of someone who isn't involved in the story and tells the thoughts and feelings of everyone in the story. If you blur the point of view boundaries, no one will severely complain about it. However, if you shift point of view too much, it disorients the reader who is often trying to put themselves into the shoes of one of the characters. So try not to "harsh their buzz," and you'll get some really good positive feedback.
Sensuality. To make a real impact, try to cover as many of the senses as possible. Make it real. Try to imagine how the breeze feels coming in the window, what the air smells like in the room where the lovers are, how bright the lighting is, what texture they are feeling with their tongues and fingers, how things taste, whether they are hot or cold, and what things sound like in your fantasies. It makes a huge difference as to whether you say "I rub oil on you" then go into the specifics like this: "I rub the slippery oil between my slick fingers, warming it with my hands before I touch you. The softly flickering candlelight works magic with the subtle aroma of the coconut-scented oil. I lick my lips as my fingers slide across the sweet bumps of your nipple as I trace your other areola with my tongue and sample their sweet flavor." See what I mean? Adding in the senses makes your story sensual, which enhances the pleasurable effect it will have.
Plot. Let's face it, do you really need one? I'm just kidding, but if you take a look at porno movies, you see the ones where you just want to lean on the fast-forward button and get to the juicy stuff. If you've ever watched classics like "The Masseuse" or some of the late-night movies on cable, then you know what I mean. Those stories aren't winning any awards, but they feel the need to add a whole lot of filler between the sex scenes when no one really cares. This isn't to say that plot is useless, I'm just saying that you don't need a Stephen King 100-page teaser before the good part. Also, if your erotica is more plot than action, you'll attract a different crowd. There's no right and wrong here, I'm just telling you my personal preference. Some of my stories are also designed around the idea that the reader is already feeling frisky when they click on the story to open it. However, it's usually the case that they want to be seduced deeper into the story before they start thrilling to the action. I mean, when they start reading, they know they're seeking sexual excitement, but that doesn't actually mean they're fully ready to pounce when you begin. However, if you're writing for us guys, then usually we're ready to rock by the second sentence. Just kidding...I think...
Sexuality. Women and men write completely differently. This is tied to the way that each gender (in general) thinks about sex and what flashes through their mind during orgasm. Most guys have standard visualizations during orgasm and sex...they're fantasies about sex and body parts mostly. If they veer from that, then it's to think about fantasies or an emotion. However, from what I've sexual knowledge I've been fortunate enough to glean from women, during orgasm their visual mind flashes on many non-sexual things as well as abstracts...like falling leaves, the color pink, a broad smile...things like that or even more extreme. Or have I just been meeting the exceptions to the rule? My point was that the sexual mindsets are different, which also makes the tones of their sexual landscapes different. You also need to think a little bit like your desired audience to give the story greater impact...but that ability will come in time. The sexual landscapes seem to meet between the two genders when it comes to pure, all-consuming lust, so the lustiest part of your story will literally be its climax. A lady writing to a guy should try not to make it as "flowery" unless the two share an emotional relationship, in which case it will add to the depth of meaning in the words. And a guy writing to a lady should avoid jumping straight to the sex if possible. I know I've been guilty in some of my stories of starting them off with a bang and working it up from there, but in general, a guy needs to warm a lady up first. So again, keep in mind who your reader will be. And yes, I realize that guys writing guys and ladies writing ladies totally change the rules and give you more freedom to write the way you naturally would like to, and write something you yourself would enjoy reading. Even if you're a virgin or inexperienced with sexuality, the way you write a fantasy will be completely yours...just like a fingerprint, unique even though almost everyone has fingerprints.
Descriptions. Never underestimate the power of adjectives and adverbs. If you write "he stuck his cock in her," then we all visualize it a bit, but don't feel it. Also, that doesn't even suggest where he put it either. So try adding in some descriptive words to make the same statement look like this: "he slowly slipped his hot, throbbing cock inch-by-inch into her already-dripping pussy until he felt it clutching up and down his length and started a deep pumping." OK, show of hands...who got excited reading that second example? Don't worry about knowing where hyphens and commas go and letting that make you leave out good descriptions. So just relax and visualize the scene a little bit or else focus closely on some details to make your writing better. For instance, was that dripping pussy barely wetting the shaft or was it juicy enough to be dripping down his balls? Or was that cock ridged in a way that delighted her with each bump and ridge entering her? Or smooth in a way that made her suck in a single long breath from the constant sensation of it sliding into her without the little variations the ridges make in those sensations? They seem like such small details, but don't you find that you're really starting to consider things like that about the scene now? And that was just a single sentence, so imagine how much better your story will be if you flavor it all the way through with descriptions! Also, you have adverbs to describe the actions. Was the pumping slow and intense? Hard and deep? Fast and shallow? Those can all be used as good adverbs that give a different feel to the one-line scene in the example. So suddenly a single sentence has become a whole story because of the way it was written. Things like that can be used to spice up an email when you don't have a lot of time to sit down and write them a full story. Which brings me to...
Emails. Writing someone in email can be a lot different from the way you'd write a story for a public audience, or maybe even differ from the way you'd write a story to that same person you're emailing. You don't always have a lot of time to type out a story, but you want to get them turned on and excited or tell them how excited you're feeling even with a lack of free time. I do backflips for even something in my email as simple as "I'm feeling horny for you," so imagine my delight to open my email to find a fantasy or mini-story inside. If you're pressed for time, you can write a one-line story like we did above or else you can sum up your excitement with something that looks like this:
"I'm sitting here typing to you tonight, but wishing you were sitting on top of me, leaning back against my chest with your silky lips locked around my twitching shaft, while I thumb your nipples and softly whisper all of these things into your ear instead of typing them to you."
I've never actually written that in an email before, but there's a special lady I feel that way about every time I write to her. Whew! So imagine how great it would be to open your email and read something as hot as that. Now tap into that excitement and put something juicy into your email when you feel excited and sexy. You'll find that you might even unlock some vital part of story-writing by doing this. Every time that I intend on doing a little light teasing in my email, I find myself launching into a full screen (or several screens) of hot, steamy fantasy. So maybe you won't write unless it's specifically to someone in email. Or perhaps your first breakthrough to writing will be when you try your hand at writing a spicy hot email to someone.
I feel like I've barely scratched the surface with each of these areas, but I've kept you sitting there long enough. Perhaps I'll make another writing guide sometime in the future. I'd like to.
I'm really curious about whether this little guide will help you to start writing or to write better fantasies. I'd like to think that I've helped though. Thank you for your time, and hopefully, you'll soon be delighting someone out there somewhere soon. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in the mood for writing a story that's really sexy... Take care. | 4 |
112,005 | A Tale of Love, Lust, and Luck Part 2 | Having hurried back downstairs to avoid being caught, I was a little flushed when Mindy returned to the table in her new outfit of shorts and a T-shirt. She looked at me and asked why I was so red.
"Oh, I have a headache," I said with the first answer that popped into my head.
She gave me an odd look, but appeared to buy it. We worked on her math for an hour, and then I made sure she would be okay alone until her mom got home. She said she'd be fine, and so I left and headed home to have dinner with my "beloved family." I walked in the door and saw my mother sitting at the table reading her fashion magazine.
"Well, hello my busy little bee, how was work?" she asked me. "It was good," I responded, suppressing a grin over my little peek at Mindy. "Well, I am glad to hear that. Your father and I are very proud of you showing extra responsibility." "Where is Dad?" I asked, not really caring, but trying to keep the peace tonight. "He's working late," she answered, and I noted a little bitterness in her voice. "So, Alex..." she started, "What exactly is this new job, and how much is it paying?" "It pays nothing. I am tutoring a student with trouble in math," I said, realizing, of course, that my plan for peace was about to be obliterated. "Alex, charity work is a great thing. It gives the family a good image. Maybe you take after your father and me after all," she said with a big smile. "It isn't charity, Mom. It's a good deed for a friend of mine," I said, a little annoyed. "I didn't do it to `boost my image' or whatever." "Oh, well, it doesn't matter. Who is the friend?" she said, obviously more curious now. "Ms. Johnson's daughter, Mindy," I said, wishing I had phrased it better to avoid the now inevitable bullshit rant of my mother. "Alex, you know your father and I don't like that woman. Why were you speaking to her?" "She looked upset, and I was around, so I asked her what was wrong." "Of course she's upset. She's poor and disreputable. Now she's tricked my innocent son into doing work for free." "Mom, what the hell? I offered, and she refused the first time. It's my life and my decisions. I'm not a god-damned suburban clone like you and Dad. Why can't you understand that?" "Oh, Alex, I'm so disappointed in you. Where did we go wrong?" "Oh my god, I'll be in my room."
I went up to my room and started blasting "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous" to spite my mother. She hates the song so much. I then turned on the TV and spaced out on a news program. I then looked up when I saw that it was my town on the news. I muted the radio and tuned in to the report. "Hello, Diane, here we are in a small suburban town on the outskirts of Boston." "And why are we here today, Tom?" asked the corny news anchor. "Well, another child has been kidnapped from the community. A ransom note has also been confirmed to have been received." "What an awful tragedy, Tom. We'll keep you posted as we find out, America. Here's Oliver with the weather."
I looked up and realized I knew the girl. Her father worked with my father. As did the other girl's father. I wondered if that meant anything. I also chuckled at the fake concern that Diane and Tom had for the sake of image. I had never realized how much people disgusted me until today. I wandered back downstairs and grabbed my dinner. I heated it up and ate. I then hopped on my bike and headed around the corner to Mrs. J's. I knocked on the door, and Mindy opened it.
"Did you forget something, Alex?" "No, Mindy, is your mom here?" "She's on the back patio. Did you want to talk to her?" "Yeah, thanks."
I entered into the home and headed out back.
"Hello, Alex, what are you doing here?" "I got in a fight with my mom, and didn't feel like being around the house." "Is everything okay?" "It will be tomorrow when she pretends nothing happened." "Lizzy, can I ask you a question?" "Of course, Alex. That's what friends are for." "I have some cash I've saved up for my family vacation. Can I use it for a special day with Mindy?" "Why, Alex, that's so thoughtful of you. Certainly. Why do you want to do that if I may ask?" "I just feel bad that she can't have vacations and do things I do. It isn't fair." "I know, Alex, but whoever said life was fair?" "Okay, I'll take her out on Saturday, then." "Okay, see you later, Alex." "Bye, Ms. Er, Lizzy." "You're learning, if slowly," she giggled.
I left, excited for my mock date with my little crush. I tutored her every day after school, and on Friday, I went home to plan tomorrow's festivities. I turned on the TV and noticed that an update on the missing girl was on. She had been returned alive, but with a gruesome story of kidnap and rape by a masked man. This was the same story the first girl had told as well. I wanted to find the guy and kick him in the balls and see how he liked being fucked with. Those poor girls.
I walked over to Mindy's and got her the next day. She was completely surprised, as her mom and I had decided if it was a secret, it would be extra special. I asked what she would like to do. She said go for a walk in the park and then have lunch at Pizza Hut, her favorite, to be concluded by an afternoon double feature and dinner at Olive Garden, my favorite. She may have been only 8 years old, but Mindy was very smart and liked things outside the range of normal 8-year-olds. We left and arrived in the park twenty minutes later. I bought her a balloon, and then we went and sat by the lake.
"Alex, I've been wondering if I wanted to say anything, but I decided I will." "Um, okay, about what?" "You watched me play with myself last Monday, and you did it yourself too."
My mind froze. Fuck, what did I say to that.
"I did, are you mad at me?" "No, I'm excited. I like you a lot, and would like you to be my boyfriend." "I'm a little old for you, don't you think, Mindy?" "It will be our secret. I won't tell anyone."
As she said this, she grabbed my semi-hard dick and played with it through my pants until I was rock hard. She grabbed my hand and took me behind a bunch of trees. She pulled my jeans down and started to suck on my dick. I was so confused. Where had this girl learned this? I zoned out and just enjoyed the feel of her warm, tight mouth on my dick. She took it all the way back, clearly a cocksucking pro. She reached up under her skirt and started fingering herself as she continued to throatfuck my dick.
"Mindy, I'm going to cum soon," "I know, I want to swallow it. I'm your girlfriend now, right?" "Yes, but..." "I know what cum is. It makes babies, but not if you put it in your mouth. It tastes salty and is really creamy." "Okay, if you're sure."
With that, she whipped her tongue over the vein underneath and shoved it all the way back into her throat. I shot seven sprays of cum, the most I'd ever done. She swallowed it and then orgasmed from fingering her pussy. She stood up and pulled my pants back up for me. She kissed the head of my dick as she pulled the pants up. Then she reached up on tiptoe and kissed my lips. I tasted my own salty cum and pushed my tongue into her mouth. We stood there kissing for a minute, but it felt like days to me. Then we headed out to get lunch.
End Part Two
Where did Mindy learn about sex, and will there be further news of the kidnapping masked man?
Check part 3 to find out.
Let me know what you think, and what you'd like in the next one. You can request other stories, and I will write them. I will write about anything.
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e-mail: changerous13@gmail.com | 3 |
112,316 | Every Day at Four: Erotic Confessions | He closed the door of his office, his cock already hardening in anticipation.
3:56 p.m. Only a few more minutes.
His secretary was instructed to hold all calls for the next hour; over the last several weeks, this had been his time to work on a big IT spending project, so it wasn't a strange request for him to make. Settling into the comfortable black leather executive chair behind the gleaming mahogany expanse of his desk, he swiftly worked to remove his belt and loosen his trousers. A moment later, his cock emerged into the artificially cooled office air, the head slightly moist with the first seepings of pre-cum. He pulled on the headset and got out some hand lotion and a handkerchief, placing them conveniently close at hand on the desk.
The first time he tried this, he blew a load all over the bottom of the desk and the carpet. He spent twenty embarrassed minutes removing all traces so the cleaning staff wouldn't notice the stains. Thus, the handkerchief.
4:00 p.m. His cock kicked with a sudden pulse of blood.
Through the headset, he heard a door open and two women giggling and talking quietly. The door shut behind them.
"...couldn't believe it when the phone rang and he insisted I answer! Mark was just getting ready to go down on me. Well, I didn't realize it at the time, but the whole thing was planned. Somehow, he and Gerry found out I was seeing both of them and decided to teach me a lesson!"
"No! What happened? All the details, please!" A crackling noise. "Do you want my other pop-tart? It's raspberry."
"Yum, my favorite!"
He waited impatiently through the sounds of rustling wrappers and soda cans being opened.
"Ahh, that tastes good!" she drank thirstily. He'd christened her Strawberry. He didn't know her real name, this woman whose voice made him cum like a randy teenager every afternoon at four. But he knew that she liked wild sex, Diet Coke, junk food and (now filing it away for future reference) raspberry pop-tarts.
The sound from the hidden mike was clear enough to pick up the brushing sound of the two women's hose-clad legs crossing and uncrossing as his sexual goddess recounted every hot detail of her evenings. The microphone/CD-R set-up was thanks to an electrical engineering and information technology double major. The mike was connected to his laptop; it recorded every naughty word for "anytime playback" on a CD-R. He already had four CDs of heart-thumping material.
This masturbatory fantasy-meets-reality life had begun when he overheard a conversation as he passed by the partially open door of the break room last week. An unknown woman was recounting how her date had shown up with an offering of strawberries and whipped cream, and ended up nibbling the berries out of her every orifice. Intrigued by the husky, sexy sound of her low voice, and horny as hell from the overheard details, he retreated to his office around the corner to let his hard-on subside. Wouldn't do to let anyone see the Corporate Information Officer sporting a woody in the hallways!
As he sat breathing deeply, calmingly behind his desk, he became aware of a very faint murmur of voices through the wall. A burst of realization hit - his office shared a wall (and a ventilation duct) with the break room!
Hoping that this conversation hadn't been a one-time event, he borrowed a stethoscope from a doctor friend, and over the next two days he listened anytime he heard voices from next door. At 4:00 p.m. every day, the two women got together for an afternoon break. One of the women described her sexual encounters. The other woman added comments and exclamations.
Overhearing those women talk had made him hornier in two minutes than all the corporate-climber propositions and bar-side come-ons of the last few years combined. He had to hear more!
For the first time in his life, he masturbated at work. Listening to their conversations, he stroked himself one-handed as he leaned up against the wall. The position was much too uncomfortable, though. He needed to sit in order to use both hands to get the best cum, and these orgasms left his knees weak as water. So he devised a plan.
He was a pretty good engineer, although it had been a few years since he wired anything together. Over the weekend, he put together a tiny mike assembly and installed it Sunday evening, when no one was around to care about the strange construction-noises coming from that part of the office. The connecting wire on his side of the wall was detachable, so he stored it in his locked desk drawer when not in use.
His erection went up a notch when Strawberry again began to speak.
"Anyway, like I said Mark told me to answer the phone. I was, like, 'Now? No way!' but he picked up the phone and handed it to me. I got a shock when I heard Gerry on the other end! He was calling from his cell phone.
"'Hey honey, it's me! What are you up to?' he asked, *just* when Mark bit my *fucking* clitoris so hard I saw stars. Well, you know how hard it is for me to be quiet during sex?"
She waited for an "um-hm" from her friend, "I KNOW I yelped a little, but Gerry didn't say anything about it. So I told him I was watching a movie. Now, Mark is sucking and licking me and I'm sooo wet my pussy is making slippery noises, and I was really worried Gerry might hear something. I mean, he's pretty adventurous and all, but the one time I asked if he fantasized about threesomes he was like, 'two women gettin' it on, far out!' He didn't mention anything about two men and a woman, you know? And I don't think he'd be real happy to know I'm seeing someone else, even though we haven't said that we're exclusive."
A pause while she drank some soda.
The listener applied a squirt of lotion and started to stroke slowly up the shaft of his now completely hard cock, lingering on the sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft, breathing deeply and slowly to control the build-up of his arousal. He hated to cum when she was still in the middle of the story, because then he couldn't really enjoy the rest of it until his batteries were recharged.
"Then Mark starts getting all phone-sex on me. 'Mmm, wish I was there with you. I could be licking you all over while you try to concentrate on the movie. You know how you like it when I lick behind your knees? Well, picture this - you'd be leaning back on the couch, bare-ass naked under your short skirt. I'd kneel in front of you, lift your legs up onto my shoulders, and lick slowly up your left leg, nibbling first on your toes, then moving from ankle to knee. I'd spend about ten minutes driving you crazy sucking on the crease on the back of your knee, before licking up further...towards your upper thighs... and then...'
"I'm panting by now, but Gerry knows that I turn into super-slut when a man strokes the backs of my legs, so he wouldn't be surprised if I made some noise while he's talking about it. He even made me cum one time, when we were watching a porn movie and he kept stroking all over my legs, then he got that feather out, you remember?"
Her friend made vague, agreeing noises, not wanting to distract Strawberry from her current recollection, and the listener spared a moment to regret that he'd missed the details of that day's confession.
"I didn't even stop to think why *Mark* wasn't acting suspicious about this phone call. He's licking and sucking me, plus now he's got two fingers kinda rolling around down there, he's holding my pussy open with his other hand, and I can feel a big one coming. I mean, it feels to me like *two* guys are making love to me, instead of just one, you know? And Gerry keeps going on about how he'd lick up the other leg, and then finally he'd get to my pussy, only he'd just tease me for a little while first. He says, 'Then I'd stop everything, I'd just blow air on your little clit and shaved pussy. You're so wet, your juices are puddling underneath you.'
"I'm all, 'oh my God, oh my God, stop teasing me. I can't take it. Lick me!' It was crazy, I was talking to both of them...because Mark, almost like he could hear what Gerry was saying, had stopped everything too. He was just blowing on my pussy and holding me open, not licking or fingering me anymore. He held me down on the bed so I couldn't move, but my hips kept trying to push up against him for some clitty contact.
"The bastards! Both of them know I hate being teased. I mean, if you can have multiple orgasms, why deny yourself? The next one's only a couple minutes away, for Christ's sake.And here I am, not suspecting a thing, moaning about how 'I've got to cum, please let me cum'. Mark was watching my face and grinning, and he's not even acting curious about this strange phone call. I should have known, I'm telling you, but I wasn't really thinking straight by then.
"Mark and Gerry stayed still for about two minutes. Finally, Mark starts up again, pushing what feels like three fingers up me. I'm stuffed full, he starts pistoning them in and out like he does with his cock when he's getting ready to cum, then he pinches the hell out of my clit and I scream, 'Aahhh, fuck, yes!' I completely lose it. Did you ever cum so hard your whole body goes into a spasm and your mind goes blank?
"Only problem now is that Gerry, at the other end of the phone, hears me scream and goes all quiet for a second. Then he starts growling, 'You've got someone there with you, don't you? You slut, you've got another man with you! Who is it? I'll kill him! I'm coming over. I'm gonna beat your ass for cheatin' on me, by God.'
"Then he hangs up, and the damn doorbell rings! I about pissed the bed, it scared me so bad. Mark is laying there, not saying anything, just grinning like an idiot. When the doorbell rings all he says is, 'Aren't you going to get that?' Like nothing's happened!"
Another pause, while she chugs the last of the soda, burps and excuses herself. Her friend giggles breathlessly and drinks from her own can of soda.
"Now, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer when I've just had a mind-boggling orgasm, but I was *finally* starting to catch on. Mark bounces off the bed, his cock still rock-hard, and grabs my hand, pulling me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the front door. I'm too stunned to do anything but follow. He throws open the door, both of us naked as the day we were born, and there's Gerry, his shirt untucked, pants unzipped, hard-on tenting his shirt, holding his cell phone and grinning like an idiot!
"I finally figured out it was a set-up. I was pissed at both of them, but since Gerry was the one that scared the shit out of me on the phone I took it out on him, beating on his chest with my fists and yelling, 'You asshole, I can't believe you did that!'
"Mark grabs me from behind and pulls me up against his front. He holds my arms still, and says, 'Now, why are you acting like the one who's been wronged, when you've been two-timing *us*, Little Miss Slut?'
"Gerry's nodding his head the whole time, while he steps inside and shuts the door. 'Mmm-hmmm, you're the one whose been fucking us both. No wonder you didn't want me to come over last night or tonight. You had fuck-dates with Mark! If I hadn't decided to drop by last night and "persuade" you to take pity on a poor horny accountant, I'd never have run into Mark on his way out the front door. We realized what was going on, and went for a couple of beers down at the bar to plan how to teach you a lesson. Lucky for you, we were so turned on at the thought of fucking you together, we kind of got over being mad. You must have hinted at a threesome at least a dozen times. Be careful what you wish for, isn't that what they say?'
"I was still kind of pissed at the joke they played, even though I was relieved that they weren't mad. On the other hand, both of them were obviously hot for me, which was a big turn on. So I thought, what the hell? You only live once, right? Mark still has me pressed up against him, but he's let go of my hands. I reach around behind me and grab his cock and I take Gerry's hand, and lead them down the hall to the bedroom.
"Oohh, girl! You have *not* been fucked 'til you've been doublefucked. Those boys were all over me, and I loved it. They'd been hard for at least an hour, so I took pity..." Her friend snorted, doubtful that pity was involved. Strawberry ignored the interruption, "...and got started right away. I got a condom out of the drawer, one of the ribbed ones, you know? Slid it onto Mark, Gerry's watching and stroking himself the whole time, then I got on top and slid all the way down his cock. Mmm, fabulous feeling to take it all in one go. It's a little unexpected for the body, you know, so it's this almost...forced...feeling. He gave this sexy caveman groan and started bucking up against me right away.
"Gerry watched us for a minute, then got behind me and started rubbing up against my ass. I expected that, that boy takes any excuse possible to go through the back door. I looked over my shoulder at him, then nodded towards the bottle of Astroglide and the condoms on the bedside table. He sheathed himself, lubed up his cock, then slid a couple of fingers into me, wriggling them around to spread the lube inside my ass. When those fingers came out, I took a deep breath and pushed out, and his cock slid home.
I felt like they'd meet in the middle; at first it stung, Gerry's cock didn't have a lot of room to push into my ass because of Mark's cock in the front. But Gerry reached around and started rubbing my clitty, and everything started feeling really good. Didn't take long for the boys to lose it, maybe five minutes, because we were moaning and groaning and thrashing around all over the bed after about thirty seconds. I came twice in a row, right away. Mark kept thrusting up against me, groaning and grunting about how tight it was in my pussy, then he started hammering away in these short little thrusts that means he's about to cum. But Gerry beat him to it. He said that it was an unbelievable feeling in my tight ass, having Mark's cock rubbing up against his through my body. He yells out like Tarzan or something and then grabs my hips, pushing in as deep as he can. I feel his cock get hotter and the head swells up inside me; he's coming into the condom. Then Mark's cock is pulsing too.
"I'm caught between the two of them, really enjoying myself, but I can't quite get the rhythm I need to go again before they're done. I was thrashing around trying to make it over the hill one last time when Gerry's cock slid out of my ass."
She paused reflectively, "I don't know why, but...that feeling of being suddenly empty and crampy from the churning around up there, plus this weird feeling that you've got to go the bathroom right then...just tipped me right over. I started jerking and hollering. Gerry held me 'til I calmed down, then rolled me over. Both guys were hugging me and telling me how great it was."They wanted all the details - what was allowed, what wasn't. I told them if you don't know what turns me on yet, then you haven't been paying attention.
"Mark goes, 'Well, obviously you like vaginal, anal, and oral, and we know you like sandwiches, but are there any limits? How about some wild stuff, like vibrators or beads, or veggies, and so on? And what about whipping you - oh, not hard enough to leave marks or anything, just a little light nipple-whipping and so forth?' I was pretty surprised, because these guys never even acted like they'd heard of that kind of stuff. I guess I shouldn't buy into stereotypes so much. I mean, stockbrokers and accountants go through the horny teenager stage, too, right? They probably thought up the same perverted shit I did along the way."
The listener's mind boggled at what *she* might find perverted.
"They wanted more details about the fantasy. Mark is starting to rub his hands all the way around from my shoulders, down to my shoulder blades, then around my sides and to the front, resting his hands over my boobs and kinda rubbing them in these little circles. Feels really good, relaxing, you know? I lean back against him, which is his signal that he can concentrate on the front side and forget my back. So his hands start wandering downwards. Gerry asks for more details about the fantasy. I'm getting kind of hot, because it really turns me on having these two hot guys taking care of me so good, being all tender, while I tell them about this fantasy I've had for, like five years.
"I tell them, 'I fantasize that my boyfriend has decided to give me a threesome for my birthday, so his best friend comes over and they feed me a gourmet meal, good wine, nice soft music and candlelight. Then we all get in the spa. The water's all bubbly, I'm laying back against the wall with one of the whirlpool jets centered *right* on my pussy, a guy on each side of me, just nibbling on my neck and sucking my fingers and stuff.
"After about three orgasms from riding the spa jet, they help me out, dry me with towels and lead me to the bedroom.
"They tie me face down on the bed first, and then they work me over, until I'm *begging* them to stop, only they don't, they keep going.'"
The eavesdropper's cock was so hard he didn't know how much longer he could hold back. Jesus, this was hot. It was pretty close to his own hottest fantasy, too, which was to tie up his partner and give her multiple orgasms. He usually pictured himself as the only man in his fantasy, but this scenario sounded pretty good. He took several deep breaths, trying to hold out as long as he could.
"At this point, Mark has two fingers rubbing on either side of my clitty and his other hand is real lightly pinching my nipples, back and forth, breast to breast. Gerry's sitting with my feet in his lap. He's pushing one of my feet into his erection, kind of rubbing it around and around, and he's massaging the other foot, rubbing in between my toes. I never realized how erotic that could feel until last night, you know? I mean, the feeling of his fingers going in between each toe was kinda ticklish and sensual at the same time. My foot kept twitching all over the place.
"I'm about to cum, Mark's got me all creamy from his massage, and he decides it's a good time to slide a couple fingers right in there. Gerry's been watching everything, and I feel his cock jumping around under my foot when Mark starts fingering me. Gerry reaches down and unfastens his pants and out it pops, happy as hell to see me. Mark starts sliding his fingers in and out. I'm thrashing around from the good feelings and rubbing my foot up and down on Gerry's cock. I swear he came in about 30 seconds. Well, it was too much for me. Gerry's warm, wet come spurting all in between my toes, Mark pushing his fingers right in there, then pulling them out to rub over my clitty, and back in, going really fast...I started moaning and groaning and had a nice big orgasm, it was lovely and relaxing."
At this point, the eavesdropper could no longer hold back and pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into the handkerchief. He relaxed, feeling his heartbeat return to normal, as she finished up the story.
"Mark's the only one who hasn't cum yet, but my poor pussy just could *not* handle a cock last night, I was sore from the night before. So I turned around and pulled out his cock and sucked him off. He came record-time, guess he liked the fantasy a lot. I let his jizz splatter all over my face - he *loves* that. Gerry's kind of laying back, recovering from the quick orgasm. I've got my robe-covered ass in his face, so he can't really see anything, he's still back there rubbing my foot, which feels lovely. Kind of soothing since I was too tired to cum again."
In an abrupt change of topic, she suddenly asked, "What *are* toes called, anyway? I mean, the big toe is called your big toe, but what about the others? Our fingers have names - index, pinky and so on - why not our toes?" Her friend just hummed a noncommittal response. Her breathing was slightly choppy, one of the first times he could recall hearing her react to Strawberry's stories.
She swallowed some soda, took a bite of candy bar and slowly chewed. Then, slightly muffled as she finished swallowing, "Anyway, we decided to do it, go through with my fantasy I mean, this weekend. When we've got plenty of time and don't have to get up early for work. The guys are coming over on Saturday afternoon. Can't wait! We decided not to have sex tonight to make the next time even hotter. Plus, I still haven't heard their fantasies, we were all too tired to talk about it anymore last night."
Her chair scraped back and she walked across the room to throw away the trash. Her friend followed after a last swallow from her drink. | 4 |
112,320 | Once On Halloween | Heavy feet crashed up the wooden steps and shattered the calm of the kitchen. The door flew open, and Lynn and her mother stared as a Dachshund, its tiny legs struggling to keep its belly above ground, wiggled in panic into the kitchen.
"Oh, Spooky!" Lynn said as she swept him into her arms. "Where have you been?"
"Hiding. Under a bush by the back fence." Jay stepped into the kitchen, and the screen door slammed shut.
"Hiding?" she asked.
"From the neighbor's cat."
"Oh, he was not!" Lynn answered vehemently. "Oh, big old 'Pooky, you aren't scared of wittle kitties, are you?" She made baby noises at Spooky for a while before looking back up at Jay.
"You're always making stuff up," she said.
He looked quickly over at his mother. Lynn sounded innocent enough, but she still made him nervous.
"You two are a pair," he said, trying to make her feel stupid. He leaned his spare frame against the wall and frowned at Lynn. She might be as slim and lean as he was, but they were two different people. She was such a mouse. He shook his head, no, she couldn't know anything, not much anyway. She's just being annoying in that whiny way of hers. He'd fix that, sooner or later.
His mother slid the last of the clean dishes into the cupboard and turned towards Jay. She waited. He watched Lynn and the dog for a moment, fiddled with his hair, looked around the room. Finally, he met his mother's eyes.
"Hi, mom," he said. He looked at the single plate that remained on the dinner table. "Smells good in here. Chicken?" His mother tilted her head to the side but remained silent. "Sorry I'm late, but I don't have any time for eating. Gotta get ready for tonight."
His mother turned back to her dishes. Jay pushed himself off the wall. He paused before leaving the kitchen and looked back at Lynn. "Hey, what's the mouse up to tonight. Another night sitting around, I suppose?"
Lynn frowned at the name but kept her head down and watched Spooky wiggle in her lap. "No, I'll be alright," she answered in a soft voice.
"Yeah, right," Jay said. "Tell you what, you can come with me. It's an open party, not everyone will have a costume. Only you've got to hurry. I'm running late already."
"I'm going to a party," Lynn said shyly.
"What?"
"I'm going to a party of my own," Lynn said louder. She dropped her eyes away from Jay and dipped her head to kiss Spooky. Dark, blonde hair spilled over and hid her face from Jay.
"I don't believe it. Got a costume?"
"Yeah." Lynn's answer sounded like a question.
"Cool," Jay said as he turned to leave the kitchen. "Put it on. I want to see it before I leave."
"Jay!" His mother stopped him before he left the kitchen. "I saved your supper."
"I don't have time," Jay complained.
"Eat it or not. I don't care. But get rid of it and then wash and dry your dishes. The rest are already finished."
Jay glowered at his mother from beneath his eyebrows but walked back into the kitchen.
"What's your costume?" Lynn asked.
Her voice made Jay think of a mouse again, and he answered roughly, "Model yours for me, and I'll tell you."
Lynn frowned but stayed silent. She picked Spooky up and started to leave the kitchen but stopped. She looked at Jay for a few seconds, but her eyes showed nothing of what she was thinking. "What were you doing back by the fence?" she asked.
Jay automatically felt for the cigarettes stashed in his back pocket as she turned and left. Somehow, she managed to know more than was good for her, and he wondered how much she shared with their mother. He glanced at his mother's back, but she hadn't seemed to notice.
"Don't be so hard on your sister," she said instead.
"She's such a little mouse. She does it to herself. It's not my fault."Underneath the pulsing beat, he began to recognize individual laughs, shouts, and squeals.
The taste of beer rolled across his tongue. "First things first," he thought, giving the main room a single glance as he headed towards the kitchen.
A wolf dressed in prison stripes appeared in front of him. "Hey, buddy, glad you could make it."
Jay jumped, then cursed himself. He was going to have to be careful with his mask. He was a traffic disaster in the making with blind spots everywhere. He looked at Derek a little disappointed that he had been recognized so easily.
"And who might you be?" Derek asked him.
"Jay son, Jason," he answered, catching himself just before he gave himself away. Derek didn't know! "Jason Anderson. I'm from Reedsville. I was told to check you guys out."
"No problem. Hey, I'm Derek. You need anything, just get a hold of me." Jay was grinning like a crazy from behind his mask. Derek, his best buddy, had no clue who he was talking to. "We got a cover charge though. Five bucks." He held a coffee can out, and Jay dropped money into it. "Enjoy yourself, that covers everything." He started to leave, then turned his head back. "Unless we run out of the good stuff and need to run a collection, don't worry, we'll find you," he added with a cackle.
The kitchen was another success. Two more buddies who didn't have a clue who he was, brownies stuffed with weed, and, of course, the beer. He was feeling fine. He wandered towards the front room. "No sense to push his luck," he would spend as much of the night as possible moving around, never letting anybody get too long of a chance to figure him out, stick to the plan.
Jay surveyed the front room from the hallway. He felt dizzy for a moment and looked at his cup. Nearly empty. He had guzzled that one way too fast and was feeling light-headed. And the brownies hadn't even kicked in yet. "Slow down," he thought, "just a bit."
He leaned against the doorjamb and took inventory of the current population. He recognized most of the girls and ruled them out, at least for now.
"Excuse, hey?"
He was plugging the entrance. As he moved farther into the room, his eye latched upon the back of a lone girl with a nice pair of legs. Long legs that molded into slim hips and a round little bottom. He walked around the edge of the room, and the rear view of the girl slowly turned into a profile. Safe behind his mask, he made no effort to hide his grin of approval as a tight little bosom came into view.
He tensed. He felt her watching him.
His eyes automatically flashed to the side. "What the hell," he thought, "let her know she was being inspected, wasn't that the point?" He looked back and finished the inspection. He studied her slowly and deliberately. She ought to be the one feeling uncomfortable. He slowly let his eyes drift upwards, legs to hips to boobs to face.
And looked straight into the eyes of Cat Women.
He shut his mouth, glad that nobody could see him standing like an empty-headed fool. He drained his beer, then shrugged. "Might as well have a little fun with the mouse," he thought, as he turned and headed back to the kitchen.
He returned quickly with a beer in each hand. He found Cat Women standing in the same corner and began a long circle around the room until he could approach her from the rear. His eyes stayed glued to her ass.
Tingling zipped through his body as he moved closer behind his sister. "It's just the beer," he thought, "maybe he shouldn't have chugged that second beer in the kitchen."
The panty-lines formed hard little ridges around her ass, and he wondered how she managed to pack herself into there without hurting herself. He glanced around guiltily. Remembering that the subject was his sister brought him back to Earth. He buried that type of thinking somewhere close to the wasteland of his subconscious. "He was just going to be messing with the mouse. It wasn't like he was trying to hit on his own sister."
As he came up upon her shoulder, he looked down at her boobs - no lines there. Braless. "Little Lynn?" He was learning a lot.
She turned, and her eyes studied his mask.
This was it. He swallowed, tried to think of something to say. He forced his voice steady and tried to disguise it with a lower, raspy flavor. "Hey, kitten, are you the kind that purrs or the kind with claws?"
"Is that supposed to be a pickup line?" She giggled, "It could be the worst ever?"
The familiar laugh coming out of that costume took his breath away. "What kind of answer is that? Purr or claws?" he asked.
She shrugged, hesitated, glanced around. "I'm not sure. Yet. I guess it depends."
"I'm hoping for the purr," Jason said, then added, "I could deal with the claws, though."
Lynn glanced quickly up, and Jason realized she was nervous as hell. Cat Women or not, she was still little fraidy-cat Lynn.
He offered her one of his beers and was surprised when Cat Women accepted. Her lips, just barely visible underneath the mask, tested the beer. Kissable lips, really kissable, and he felt that nagging guilt bother him again. He stared at her lips. With the rest of her face hidden, he looked at them as if for the first time. He wouldn't have noticed before, she being a sister and all, but then he'd hardly expected her body to look like this either. But, no doubt about it, this was Lynn.
The thought of sneaking a kiss crossed his mind, and he immediately dropped it. Still, it gave him an idea, and he let his arm brush against hers. She disappointed him by not jumping away. He got better results when he paraded in front of her in his underwear.
They talked nonsense, the little things that he immediately forgot, couldn't remember a minute later. His beer was gone. He pointed at her half-full glass. "Finish it, I'll be right back."
He came back, and her glass was empty. He traded the full one for her empty. Standing next to her, he let his arm brush against the side of her breast. She froze, then pressed back. Then she did one of those female things where she dragged her breast across his arm while acting as if her attention was elsewhere.
Jay sipped his beer slowly, keeping pace with Lynn. Their arms and shoulders remained pressed lightly together as they talked. Their hips and legs touched lightly together at times, and Jay stopped being surprised at the twinge in his groin. At some time, perhaps during the last beer, his guilt had given up its futile nagging.
He brought back yet another pair of beers, and they talked some more. Her face was flushed red beneath the mask, and at times, she seemed unsteady against him. "Was she being coy or just drunk," he wondered. "Probably both."
He draped an arm over her shoulder and let his hand lay against the outer edge of a breast. It felt soft and naked. She made no move to stop him. He leaned against her, cupped the side of her breast, and felt her hip press firmly against him.
She seemed to stumble as she leaned back to drain the last of her beer. Her hip knocked against his groin, and his cock jumped like a cobra. He thought again about this being his sister but decided he might as well enjoy it.
"Want another beer," he asked.
"I think so. Sure. But I've got to pee first," she giggled. "Okay?"
"No problem. That way," he pointed.
She took his hand. "Follow me. I don't want to lose you."
He leaned against the wall as she went into the bathroom. She stopped, leaned back into the hallway. "What about you? Don't guys ever have to pee?"
"Sure. So don't waste too much time, okay?"
She smiled, then latched onto his hand. "Come in. We girls are used to sharing." The door shut behind him before he had time to think.
"Turn around, please," she said.
He faced the door, heard some rustling, then the tinkling of pee. Facing her again, he found the Cat Women peering his way. Her one-piece leotard was bunched around her knees. His eyes worked upward, traveling up bare thighs, to the dark pubic hair that disappeared between tightly closed legs. Her pee gave a little spurt, then continued harder before weakening again. Her arms were crossed above a bare belly, hiding her breasts.
"I didn't think you were trustworthy," she said.
"Hell. Sorry," Jay mumbled and started to turn away.
"Oh, lighten up," she said, then giggled. "Damage is done, anyway." She hugged her tits tighter.
Jay smiled sheepishly, looked around, not wanting to stare yet needing to catch a glimpse of her boobs. He didn't have much time, he figured. In seconds, he would be ordered to turn around again while she wiped and put herself together. And then she'd be hidden under that leotard again. His heart did a leap - she didn't expect to watch him, did she? He liked the idea, but damn, he'd need a few more beers before he tried that.
She raised a finger and beckoned him over. He stared stupidly and remained stationary.
"Come here," she said like she was talking to Spooky when he wouldn't behave.
Numb, he forced a foot forward, then another. "What was she up to?" He kept moving forward.
He stopped in front of her knees. Her pee still dribbled into the toilet. He felt too close.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, sounding scared.
"I'd like to sit on your lap and kiss your tits," Jay said, trying to shock her.
He felt a moment's satisfaction as she stiffened with surprise. Then a smile showed at the bottom of her mask as she spoke. "Take your mask off and go at it." Jay continued to stare at her tits, then shook his head, no.
Lynn was holding her hands in front of her like a schoolgirl waiting for first communion.Slowly, her hands still together, she reached forward and slid fingertips inside the folds of Jay's cape. Her hands slowly spread and the cape separated.
He felt naked as her eyes focused upon his crotch. He felt it pulse against his jeans, and there was nothing he could do about it. He wondered if anything showed down there. Did he care?
He wished she hadn't been so delicate, wished her fingers had brushed his crotch, his cock. He tried to bury that thought.
"Are you going to pee?" Her whisper, although soft, was harsh and forced.
"What do you mean? That's why I'm here, isn't it?"
"I'll get you ready."
Jay flinched as she reached forward, then stared as she fumbled with the tab of his zipper. She began to pull on the tab, and he bent away from her. Her eyebrows raised, and he forced himself to hold still. She took the zipper again and continued to pull it the rest of the way down.
"Oops," she said. "I think I touched something there."
"I noticed." His voice was hoarse, barely audible. He wanted to touch himself, to know exactly what she had felt.
Her head cocked to one side. "Hear anything?"
"No." His voice sounded stronger.
"I'm all done peeing." A single drip sounded loud in the room. "Whoops! Now, I'm all done." She wiggled her hips on the toilet. "I think."
He felt like he had been standing in front of her forever, but he kept waiting, waiting for something. He watched the tip of her tongue wiggle from side to side across her upper lip. He was distracting himself. He didn't know what to do next.
"Your shampoo smells good," he said, trying to fill the silence.
"It's my brother's." She smiled and shrugged. "I forgot mine and was in a rush." She sniffed. "Smell anything else?"
"No."
"How about pee?" She spoke softly but quickly, her eyes unfocused, not looking at Jay. "Oh. Well, not really. I guess. Maybe, a little."
"Gross you out?"
"No. I," he answered quickly before he stopped himself. Musty and sharp, he had been going to say, but he didn't know how she would take that.
"What? What were you going to add?"
"I was just going to say it was new. I've never been this close, like this."
She tilted her head sideways, and her eyes flicked upward towards his head, then back to his crotch. She reached inside the fly, and he couldn't stop his hips from buckling backwards as her fingers brushed against his underwear.
"There it is," she said. "The little guy is trapped in there." Jay grit his teeth as she talked about his cock like Spooky was trapped in there instead.
She pulled the fly of his underwear apart. His cock jumped, and her hands flinched back.
"Did you do that?" she asked.
He shook his head. "It just reacts." Then he added, lamely, "Your fingers are cold." He was afraid he was going to do something stupid like whine or whimper some awful sound. He held his breath, then slowly released it, trying to keep it quiet and unnoticed.
"I got inside, didn't I?" She seemed to find that funny.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock. She tugged. She was having trouble getting him out. He was already getting hard, and she couldn't get him to poke out of the underwear. He felt unable to do anything. He couldn't help, he should be stopping her, but instead he bent at the waist and tried to make more room.
A finger looped around the head and pulled it out of the fly. He popped out, and she jumped, her hands snapping back underneath her chin.
The release from pressure was a relief, yet he missed the touch of her fingers. He looked down at his rod hanging in space. He felt on display and ridiculous but didn't have any solution.
She didn't seem to know what to do now that she had him out. Her hands were lightly curled, held slightly raised, like a praying mantis still waiting for her prey. Her tongue had stopped wiggling, and her eyes were locked onto his cock. Against any desire, it started to rise.
"Look at it bob," she giggled, then looked up. "Are you doing that?"
"Not on purpose."
"It's huge."
"It really isn't." Despite the surge of pride she had sent his way, he said, "Don't go thinking I'm some kind of miracle."
"Well, it is to me. Why is it bobbing like that?"
His cock was sticking straight out now, horizontal, and as they watched, it started to curl upwards. Jay's guts were twisting inside him. God, he wanted to grab it; it wasn't made to hang there on its own.
"It wants to be touched," he gasped.
"Go ahead," she answered.
"No!"
"Oh, shy, are we?"
She reached a hand forward, pointed a finger. She touched the head of his cock, and it jumped. She jumped. And giggled. Jay was afraid that forever more, every time he heard her giggle, he would have the picture of her finger and his cock flash in front of him.
She became braver and pushed it around, then rubbed her fingers across it.
"Look, it's reaching for the sky," she said, sounding thrilled with her new toy.
She slid her hand beneath it, brushed lightly across the skin.
He groaned, a strangled sound of pain.
"Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?"
"It's fine, it's fine. It's just like a bad itch. Or a tickle. Be firm."
She apologized, her hands held back nearly underneath her chin. "I'm new at this," she said, sounding like she was ready to cry.
"Just hold me."
She took him in her fingers, just the tips of her fingers. The pressure was too light, agonizingly light.
"Hold it," he said. He grabbed her and stuffed his cock into her palm and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her fingers felt dead, then slowly tightened. "Oh yes, oh yes." He started to pant, his breathing was short and rough. He released her hand and slid his fingers across the back of her hand. His sister's hand. She reached for him with her free hand, and their fingers intertwined, tightened and toyed with each other, exploring, but he slipped his hand away.
She was holding him tighter, even moving her hand tentatively up and down the shaft, but still just exploring.
"It's cute," she said.
"What?"
"It's not scary. Close up, it's not scary, not like I thought."
She held it, her face close. Not moving her head, she very softly asked, "Can I kiss it?"
She spoke softly, and Jay couldn't hear her clearly. He simply murmured, "good girl," several times.
She leaned forward and gave him a delicate peck right on the end of his pee hole. It jumped. She held it, then let her tongue tickle the end. Jay couldn't hold back his sigh. His total satisfaction was impossible for Lynn to miss.
She held him firmly and painted the end with her tongue, then kissed him again. A firmer kiss, not the little, momentary peck. Again, and than again. Her lips widened, and a fraction of the head passed her lips. She held it there, pressed her lips against the tip, pressed harder, and the tip slipped just inside her lips.
"Does it feel good?"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah."
She kissed him again, then drew a little more into her mouth. Jay stopped trying to control the sounds coming from his throat. Lynn looked up with a smile while she let the head slide in and locked her lips around the ridge.
It popped out. "I'm not very good at this, am I?"
"You rock," Jay said as he tried to catch his breath.
Lynn brought his cock close to her mouth again, then pulled her head back. "Don't come in me. That scares me. I'm not in the movies."
"Hell, no, 'course not," Jay said, but it scared him, too. "Don't worry. But when it goes, it goes. If I say I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
"What will happen?"
"Don't you worry about it. Just stop what you're doing and let me grab it."
Good Lord, Jay thought. He felt ridiculous talking about his cock. Personal stuff, cumming, grabbing his own cock. He shook his head; it was comical worried about talking about his cock while his own sister was giving him head. Was he nuts?
He reached for her mask and started to lift, but she snapped her head back.
"Don't do that!"
"Calm down. Christ," Jay said, frustrated by her resistance.
She looked away from him, past him, towards a corner of the room. "Please?" Her voice was very soft. "Just leave things as they are. Humor me? I couldn't do this if you were looking. Okay?"
"Okay, don't fall apart on me," he said scornfully. His voice was rude and rough. All of her body English was saying 'Mouse' again.
"Okay M--." He stopped himself in shock. His heart thumped. He had almost called her 'Mouse.' Almost given himself away. He tried to speak gently. "No problem."
He tangled his fingers in her hair and gently kneaded it. He swayed his hips sideways and pressed the shaft of his cock against a cheek. A tentative, shy smile appeared on her face. She turned her face and let the head of his cock tickle across her lips. She kissed him, and his cock jumped away from her lips. He took her hands and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
"Tighter, tighter," he said as he clamped roughly down upon her fingers. "Ahh, yeah. That's the way."
More of his cock slid into her mouth. He let go of her hands, and she began to use his juices, her juices to make his cock slick as she slid her hand up and down his shaft.
Almost immediately, Jay jerked his body in panic.
"I'm cumming!"
She jerked back as he grabbed at his cock. It started to buck in his hand, and he covered the end with his hands. She reached and gripped his shaft, her hand pressed tight against his pubic hair.
"Oh, oh, oh." He tried desperately to control his voice as he started to spurt cum into his cupped hands.
His cock jumped forever but finally slowed to a slow throb. Sperm seeped between his fingers."Damn, I should have squirted in the toilet," he said. He felt a terrible weariness.
"Just a sec." Lynn turned and reached for the roll of toilet paper. She pulled a wad off and gave it to Jay. She pulled more for herself. Jay watched her legs spread, her hand wipe across her secret place.
She stood up and moved aside. A red ring from the toilet seat was painted across her bottom. Jay leaned over the toilet and let his cum drip like wet taffy into the bowl. Next to him, Lynn was pulling her leotard ever higher, watching him. Her dark triangle disappeared, her belly, then her beautiful tits were back inside.
Jay leaned over the toilet forever. He struggled and was finally able to pee. It was a slow process. Someone banged on the door, and Jay hollered back that he'd be out in a minute. Finally, it seemed like forever, he milked the last drops out and stuck himself back into his jeans.
"Peeing with a hard-on is not recommended," he said to a watching Lynn. He washed his hands, and they left the bathroom. A Norse god of some sort, holding a big hammer, gave them a long look as they left the bathroom.
They each had another beer, but Jay could hardly swallow. He told himself it was just the aftereffect of cumming, but he couldn't stop his shakes, stop his fear that he had already hung around Lynn too long. It was all going to come apart. He made an excuse and left the party, left Lynn sitting on a couch looking like she was going to puke.
He stepped out the front door, but a voice called, "Hey, leaving so early?"
He stopped and turned. Derek was standing in the hallway.
"Gotta catch a ride," Jay said.
"No problem. Catch you later, Jay."
Jay froze. He was sure he had fooled Derek. Everything depended on him being a mystery. He nervously looked back at the house as he trotted down the steps. Well, maybe, he thought, Derek was just shortening the name of Jason. That had to be it.
He continued to walk, but his good mood had vanished.
He crossed the field, tricky in the dark, crossed the Wal-Mart parking lot, and headed towards the bus stop. The hard, cold lights gave everything a flat, hard look. Cold. The autumn nights were getting cooler, and he shivered as the breeze tickled the sweat on his neck.
"Get a load of that guy," a voice said from somewhere behind him.
"All kinds of crazy stuff going on tonight," a second voice answered.
He looked at the mask in his hand. He felt stupid, dressed like a moron. He climbed onto the bus and buried himself in the corner of his seat.
He stared at the mask in his lap and realized he had to dump the evidence. No way he could dare leaving it around the house. He couldn't ever wear it again, anyway, not while Lynn was still living.
He got off of the bus a stop early, hurried behind a gas station, and dropped his mask into a dumpster. It landed with a hollow, metallic thump. His cape followed. He took one look over the edge, then headed back down the street.
The memory of his costume, rumpled and sad, at the bottom of the dumpster flashed in front of his eyes. It had looked so sad in the dumpster.
His costume. On the floor next to his bed.
The bottom dropped out of his stomach. He forced himself to keep walking. He had to think this through.
How had his costume looked from the bedroom door? A black mound at the foot of his bed. Was that how he had dropped it? Had it been moved? How could he know?
Could Lynn have seen it while he was in the shower?
His cock prickled. How could he ever know?
He shook his head. She had to be clueless, she couldn't have any idea of who Lucifer really was. But what if she had known? Or, worse, what if she had known that he knew who she was?
He felt tired. Walking was a chore. He wondered what he would see in Lynn's eyes the next time he met her. He couldn't talk to her. He would never know what he was seeing. He would never know what she knew. He would never know what she was thinking behind those eyes. | 4 |
112,335 | August Moone - Timing Is Everything | He had been on some bad trips before, but this was ridiculous! Nothing much of it he could remember, only that it was ten times as bad as the previous Time Trip. Again, he had seen mathematical equations, algebra numbers, and formulas way beyond August's concept. More shapes, math shapes, some he recognized, but most others were beyond him.
Again, as before, he floundered helplessly in an upset, raging, thick green sea. Again, a huge wave pummeled him and sent him crashing onto a black "sand-like" shore. He rested after his tumultuous experience, waited until his eyes adjusted to the scenery, which wasn't much. Seaward, there was just an inky blackness, and he could only see so far. Left and right were pretty much the same.
Up along the shore, left and right, was something of a tropical island, much like his previous incident. There, too, much like the previous, were palm trees and shrubs right up to the edge of the small shore. The shore was black sand-like, but not like any sand August knew of. The trees all were black in bark and surface, but with all those math shapes and numbers emblazoned on them.
He waited for a bit, felt no wind, no pain, no sensations at all. "Ahem! Hello?" he said, just because. He noticed quickly that there was something definitely amiss - his voice didn't sound quite right. It was his voice, sure, but it seemed to lack substance.
Slowly, he came up to the edge of the "jungle". Nothing stirred, he smelled nothing, felt nothing. This wasn't like before; before, there had been that sudden "rip", the bright light streaming through a hole. He fondled his chin, realized that he was NAKED, and wondered where exactly he was going to end up. The Device in his hand seemed to be off-line, there were no readings at all.
1800. He couldn't believe it. He assumed (he assumed) that he had punched in the wrong number in his foolish haste. 1800. He sighed, "Shit," then, "Shit--shit--shit--shit--shit!"
Copping a squat on the "sand," he crossed his legs - he wasn't going anywhere unless he absolutely had to. Running his fingers through the coarse black "sand," he found that it was indeed very much like the sand he knew, but it was a tad bit different, in that it was almost plastic-like. Something akin to silicon or something.
Curiously, he wondered if TIME passed at all within--within--within wherever the hell he was. He had to assume some sort of Transition. His thoughts returned to Charlie, the transitional time he had been in at the military-government installation, the tunnels, the pirate ship. That episode in his life had been quite the little adventure. Now, years later, he was enduring yet another.
He heard a warbling from a distance. It was the only sound and worth investigating. He held his ground, though, for a while. Not certain if it meant anything or what, but he slowly arose and began trudging through the heavy, dense overgrowth of "foliage" to the sound.
As he drew closer, the sound increased. He saw nothing, though. All around him was jungle, the color scheme being the "air" was black, inky black sky, ground, and out some 500 yards or so. The trees and shrubs and even the boulders were black & green, with mathematical equations written into them, shapes and such as the like like that there.
There was no path per se, so he made his own, narrowing in on the only sound there was; he at length came to a great pond being filled with flowing water--that made absolutely no sound at all. The water was black, the waterfall feeding it was green with numbers seen in the spray. The "warble" sound was from behind the fall; he could only assume now that there was a cave of some sort behind.
The water beheld no substance, there was nothing, he ran his hand through it and then waded out into it. It felt odd to him, a little tingling sensation but nothing more. He swam out to where the fall crashed into the lifeless pond and then climbed about the boulders until he found, as he assumed, a cave.
It was much darker inside the cave, but he found what he thought was something of a torch. Being naked and all, he had no means in which to create a fire. So he sat just inside the entrance of the cave, brooding. The warble sound was from down deep inside the cave.
As he sat with his back against the wall, eyes staring at the perfectly drawn numbers on the wall, small thoughts began to occur to him. He chalked it up to watching too damn many science fiction movies. But then again, what could it hurt?
First, he muttered aloud, "Two plus Two--equals Four!"
It was worth a shot.
Nothing happened, though. As expected. But what were the mathematical equations and such doing on the walls, the trees, and boulders? There seemed to be no logical order to it, just random selections of prime numbers, binary numbers, algebra equations, exponents, and then all the shapes.
"Ahem!" he said, clearing his throat, "A prime number is a positive integer that has exactly two positive integer factors." End quote. He chortled to himself--his math teachers WERE right, you'll never know when you'll need higher math functions!
When nothing happened, he leaned forward and read the numbers off the wall. After spouting off a random series of exponent-numbered equations, suddenly there came a flame from the torch.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
He was taken and shaken and confused--and delighted.
But confused, still, just the same.
With torch in hand, he hugged the wall and made his way along. The cave was not like other caves (or tunnels) he had ever explored--this cave was smooth and virtually straight. He could stand up and move along without mishap.
The warbling sound drew him closer and closer.
After several yards, the cave opened up to a large room. He no longer needed the "torch" as in the center was great light already. The room depressed in a slant downward with what looked to be steps in one big circle, like an amphitheater. Centralized was a great fountain, whereas in the middle, instead of water, there was what August had seen in the early "adventure", a rip opening.
As it grew larger and larger, the warbling sound increased.
Slowly, he advanced down the steps to the flat area. The light was great, as was the sound, he had to poke his fingers in his ears as well as shun the increasing bright light. As before, he assumed that he had to step through the opening.
He lay still for a long time, unable to move for one, too frightened to move for two. Every fiber of his being was on fire. He couldn't get his breath, he couldn't hear, see, smell, anything. He felt numb (and on fire) at the same time. He hoped that this would pass. It was like something of giving birth he reckoned--the figurative sense, not literally, gals.
Slowly, his senses began to return to him, and his body settled. There was a lingering "whine" in his ears, he tasted salt in his mouth, and his vision was a bit blurry. These things, too, decreased to allow him to look around at his new surroundings.
There were trees. Normal trees. Oaks he took them to be. It was hot, he was sweating, and the sun was blazing. There were grasses, though not green. He saw boulders and a squirrel, lizards crossed his path, a bird screeched high o'er head and landed in one of the nearby trees.
With extreme strength, he sat up. He seemed to be on a hill, a dry, grassy hill, and that was all. Many moments were going to be needed before he got his senses about.
The first thing he needed to do was to find some water, he was parched! After standing on wobbly legs and tumbled and rolled and rolled and tumbled some more before rolling down the hill he had been on. That hurt. His shoulder and shins and hands and knees. Scrambling back to a standing position, he looked wildly about to make sure he hadn't been "pushed" or anyone had seen him fall.
No worries there, there was no one about.
Doggedly, he stumbled along, seeking shelter under the great oaks, for their shade. He was hungry and thirsty, those two items held precedence and nothing else.
Not a breeze one did he feel, even under the shade of the trees didn't help much. There were few acorns, and the ones that he did manage to grab, he got bitched out at by the squirrels. He stumbled along, coming up to another down hill. It looked down into a long, wide valley. He could see clearly enough, a distant horizon beheld some huge snow-capped mountains.
Where he was, he had no fucking idea. He sighed and copped a squat on the lip of the hill, trying his best and noshing on the acorns. A slight breeze DID stir up, bringing a little coolness. He found that he had long hair, shoulder-length. Had it always been this way? His mind was frapped and unable to make much processing thoughts of who he was, where, when, how, etc. Something began stirring in his noggin, though.
In the distance, down in the valley, in among the trees, he caught the sound of something he wasn't sure of. It was difficult to make out; he strained and listened and couldn't make sense of it anyways. He saw what looked like dust stirred up.
He waited. And waited. And waited some more. A red-tailed hawk settled in the oak beside him, it screeched, pranced on the branch, and dropped a load of poo. August took this as a sign to get moving.
It was a long way down the dry grass hill, right out in the open, and down in the valley wasn't going to be much better. Rugged hills, boulders, hot, blazing dirt (no sand he noticed), and dry-dry grass. The oak trees and other assorted trees gave very little aid in his distress.
A creek, though, DID give aid. He smelt the water long before he heard it. He had to pause and prance in place before striking out into the direction of life-giving, soothing H2O.
It wasn't a big creek, but it would do. He wasn't complaining. It was refreshing, and he drank his fill while residing in the cool waters.He felt a few fish nip him and swim by. If he had the means of a campfire, he would have caught some, but he didn't, so he moved on.
Through the trees, now, there were lots and lots and lots (and lots?) of trees about, mostly oak. The land was flat with rolling hills all about. A deer scurried off to one side, something slithered off in another. A breeze wafted in and among the trees, the sun baked him, and at length, he came to another hill rolling down into another valley.
By now, the sun was beginning to set. The air was turning just a tad bit cooler than the day had been. He was hungry, damn hungry, a lot confused, and naked. He could only recall his name, August. Nothing more. Right now, nothing more mattered. He settled under a great oak and waited.
Night creatures can be such a pain in the ass. Coyotes and other assorted critters strove to make his first night in a new world miserable. As he rested, watching the sun disappear beyond the vacant horizon and the moon begin its long rise to the sky, slowly he began to retrieve bits and pieces of August Moone, adventurer extraordinaire!
By morning's light, there were still "gaps," but he felt assured that he soon would recall all he needed to know. He basically had conceived the notion that he was a Time Traveler. Just how and why and wherefrom he lacked knowing. (uh-oh)
Down the new hill he went, catching something odd wafting on the breezes. His stomach hurt, and he was getting a headache from the lack of nourishment. He got a spooky feeling and began entering into Stealthmode as he traipsed, coming out to a clearing where he saw a dirt road.
The road had huge ruts in it. To the left, following the road, it went meandering up into some craggy rocky hills. To the right, it meandered out through a flat empty valley. The heat was already turning high, and August could just see something down the road. There was a fire!
He paused a moment and could indeed smell the smoke in his nostrils, but there was something else there, too. As his confounding curiosity drew him in, the "smell" in his nostrils began to repulse him. As he drew nearer, he saw that there were what appeared to be old wagons, covered wagons. There was a dead horse in the road, and then he saw some bodies.
"Shit."
At the tragic scene, there were at least half a dozen male bodies strewn about the landscape. Four big canvas-covered wagons were on fire, two others had been toppled, and another had run off the road and up into the trees, possibly to try and get away. Five big horses were among the dead. The smell of the dead was horrid.
August scrambled to try and make sense of it. Had there been a head-on collision? He couldn't think straight. No, that was silly. Befuddled, he came upon a woman, naked, tied to a wagon wheel, bloodied all over her body, especially between her legs. Her throat had been slit, too.
A young teenage girl he found nextly, then a young boy no more than ten who had been scalped. Three men in their early twenties, the same manner, out in the trees.
August then spied the arrows, flaming arrows, pierced here and there, into the wagons, into the bodies of the settlers. He was repulsed by the brutality of the massacre. It didn't sit with him well. So, when he came to the end of the massacre site, his rage seethed within him; on the ground, helpless, was a young girl about twelve--being raped by a Savage. The Indian was big and naked and relentless in his doings.
Tied to an upturned wagon was a woman--possibly the young girl's mother, and two other girls plus a young boy. Another Indian stood by, rummaging through a toppled trunk. Two horses out in the woods were theirs. No one else seemed to be about.
When the big Indian got his nut finally in the young girl, he pulled out and wrenched the child about, placing her into a doggie-style, whereupon he began seriously spanking her, finger gouging her asshole before slamming his big Indian dick up into her--then running his blade across her throat!
He pumped madly as her life ebbed away, stood up and licked the bloody blade and leered at the remaining captives. The woman sobbed quietly, mouth open, mind gone. The big Indian with cum drizzling from his uncut schlong stepped up to the woman, sneered at her, and ripped her dress open. With her breasts bare to him, he groped them, sucked on them, and continued shredding her dress.
August held his pose where he was, hidden behind one of the other wagons. Beside him, the lifeless nude body of a fifteen-year-old girl, raped and with her throat slit. A boy no more than eight lay crumbled nearby, he was nude as well, sodomized, throat slit, testicles and penis missing, as well as being scalped.
The other Indian, not so big, continued rummaging through all the spilled belongings. Surely these two couldn't be responsible for the melee, August assumed that they weren't, they were just the laggers.
Suddenly, August spotted something of use--but it was out of reach--he would have to cross out into the open to the wagon partially blazing. But there was a Winchester rifle laying there.
The big Indian left the distraught, mindless woman and stood before one of the two girls tied to the wagon. She was about sixteen. Pretty she was, blond hair in curls, a pretty dress. She had ribbons in her hair as well as blood. Big Indian began shredding her dress with his still bloody blade, not caring that he was slicing into the delicate skin of the girl.
Once mostly naked, he began roughly fingering her poon, sucking on her breasts, and groping her ass. His cock, however, was not in the mood. He slapped it against her body, then began kissing her, forcing his tongue inside her young mouth before grabbing her legs and putting them about his waist.
Rummaging Indian came up with trinkets, something of a jewelry case. He also found a Derringer. Toying with it, he blew his brains out. Literally. The sound of the report startled Big Indian, and as he whirled about and stared at his stupid companion, August dashed across the road to the burning wagon, grabbed the rifle, and slinked down among the dead.
He held his breath for a long while, cautiously peering about to see if the Big Indian had seen him. There was nothing. He couldn't hear all that well as the wagon he hid behind was burning. Slowly he crept out, the rifle cocked and rarin' to go.
Peeking around the corner, he saw the nude body of the sixteen-year-old still tied to the wagon with blood gushing down her chest. Big Indian had now wrenched the other girl, thirteen or so, off of the wagon and had her in a doggie-style, spanking her and doing his best to sodomize her.
August summoned his courage, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.
The report forced August backwards, tumbling over the dead and burning wreckage. Scrambling to recover, he rolled into the roadside ditch and then came up to where the Indians had been doing their thing. Big Indian lay on top of the damaged girl who was miraculously still alive. Big Indian had brain matter splatter all over the place.
He stepped up and pushed the Big Fuck over, and from out of the corner of his eyes, he saw movement. He reacted too late--the Rummaging Indian fired the Derringer and struck August. He knew no more for a long while.Seconds later, the door whisked open, and the doctor came in, followed by two other men. One was bald and resembled a storekeeper of some sort, and the other wore an old, faded hat, long dark curly hair, and a rugged, broad-shouldered appearance; a farmer, no doubt.
"Sorry," August managed to blurt out.
"Don't worry about it," smiled the doctor as he quickly cleaned up the mess. Catching the eye of the other two men, August managed a bleak smile.
"Hello," spoke the farmer, "I'm Charles Ingalls," he stuck out his hand and smiled big, and introduced the other man as Nels Olsen.
The handshake from August was weak. He then caught the delightful scent of something wondrous. His mind frantically sought to bring to mind what that wondrous smell was. Nothing came to mind, but he didn't care--it was FOOD!
And food it was. There were voices from the outer room, and the men made way as a tall woman in a full dress outfit came ushering in. She carried a rustic, antique picnic basket and set it down. From within the blue checkered cloth concealing the contents came fresh, homemade chicken.
August's mouth drooled, and he scarcely could pay attention to the conversation that was taking place between him and the newcomer, who happened to be the farmer's wife, Ms. Caroline Ingalls.
The conversation seemed to be about the doctor's concern for the "patient's" ability to eat just yet after his harrowing experience. To which Caroline replied, "Nonsense." The chicken, freshly baked, was placed on some small cloths, a glass of lemonade was poured, there were fresh, hot baked cornbread muffins, and a piece of hot apple pie for dessert!
August smiled and devoured every morsel. He didn't care where he was or WHO--this place was great!
There was a "washroom" with a sink and a pitcher of water. But that was about it. No toilet, no shower. After everyone had finally left, and he had stuffed himself well, the time came that he was in another "need." There was a backdoor--that had a small path leading out to a small structure. 'Oh no.' The sudden realization of where he was, in what time period, really began to sink in. Outdoor plumbing, an outhouse.
He made his way and did his thing, collecting his thoughts and sighing deeply, stinking up the place. When "done," he emerged to make his way back. He still wasn't too up to par, as he had been shot! His head was wrapped, and he was dressed in a so-so smock gown covering.
On his way back, he was chanced upon by a sweet young girl. She was possibly ten, maybe. A short dress, black stockings, long brown hair, and a dirty face. She smiled at him, and August paused momentarily--then he began to think about her more sternly with more interest.
Upon blinking his eyes, his mind reverted, and he suddenly realized--'Oh shit!' the Device! Where was it? He began to panic.
"Hello," chirped the little girl.
August knelt down, peeved at himself that he was now REALLY stuck in whatever time period he was in now, and smiled at the little girl. She came up close to him, trusting thing wasn't she? She held his hands, he held hers, his cock rose to attention, and he drank her in.
'Boy, I'd like to see you naked,' he chimed to himself.
The little girl continued to smile and look charming, despite her dirty face and appearance. Then, she let go of his hands and stood back, growing a little serious, and she began pulling off her dress!
August gulped, stared at her, blinked his eyes excessively, and tried to make sense of this new nuance. He was more confused than ever…
Not much on the underwear department, long white legging briefs, bloomers just to mid-thigh. The dress she promptly pulled over her head and then casually dropped. She did pause and put on the persona of confusion herself. August blinked his eyes again and tried to think clearly--if not quickly.
Taking a look around--this was NOT the best place to be up to any shenanigans. They were out in the open. They were behind the buildings of the town, but the town's buildings were not set up in straight lines.
Quickly, he took the girl's hand, picked up her dress, and whisked her--into the shitter. It was close at hand and most private. It was a little roomy in there, stinky, and private. The little girl seemed to have no problem with it, but August did.
As soon as he was within the small, wooden, stinky outbuilding, he saw a flash of something in his eyes. As he took note of this, it was determined not to be so much as IN his eyes as it was in his vision. Blinking hard and concentrating just as hard, he took note that seemingly on the back wall of the shit house, there appeared to be a multi-colored green box with horizontal lines, numbers, and calculations on one line, while on another was a long, wavy line.
Another line had what appeared to be a statement: 'I'd like to see you naked.'
He gulped again. What the fuck?
Blinking his eyes, shaking his head, closing his eyes hard, then reopening, he looked again--the vision had cleared. It was then that he became acutely aware that holding his hand was the little girl--who was showing all the signs of freaking out.
'Uh-oh.' Now he was in trouble. Panic began to settle in him as he quickly tried to figure a way out of this one. The little girl began to wail and stamp her feet. "Oh, I wish you'd be quiet!" he bellowed.
Seconds later, she was.
August so noted that the "green display" was once more occupying his vision.
Her skin was smooth, soft, supple. She smelled a bit, but that was alright--it mingled nicely with the wafting funk emitting upwards from the poop hole. The wooden lid was down, covering the hole, lest she should misstep and fall in. That would be bad. Her undergarments had been removed, and the little girl herself placed up on the wooden box seat of the crapper. August fondled her ass, kissed her, and diddled his fingers to her non-virginal cunny.
Tessie was soon laid out on the toilet seat box, legs up, shoulders down. August brought his aching (aching to fuck) cock to the child's quim and began a steady bout of grinding against it. Who had she been having sex with? August asked the question, saw it in the green HeadsUpDisplay box, and the answer was: "Daddy!"
August slowly entered his own cock, emptying his frapped mind and enjoying himself, sweating profusely, straining, still trying to make sense of what had happened and how and why and how and why…
Once safely back in his "room," he rested his eyes and began working on how it had happened. Was it "wishful" thinking or what? After fucking the little girl, fondling and finger fucking her asshole, "I want you to forget about meeting me," he told her. "Do you understand?" to which Tessie smiled and nodded her pretty little head that she would.
He remained in the shit house and watched her as she scooted merrily along her way without so much as a wave goodbye. (She DID dig at her butt and crotch…)
Closing his eyes tight, then reopening them, did not bring up the HUD. Excessive blinking, though, did. Five blinks in rapid succession brought up the HUD. The Device in a new form, in his head!
Seriously, he did not know if this was a bad thing. It was more convenient, sure, but what were the repercussions? It was a fantastic trip, regardless.
He grew tired (and bored) of waiting for Doc Baker to return. He meandered out into the waiting room and office, then opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. He wasn't dressed for waltzing about the town, so he remained where he was.
A girl, approximately 16 years old, came walking by, with long, curly blond hair and a long dress--a Plain Jane, but pretty enough. As she moved on by without a glance to him, August blinked five times and brought up the HeadsUpDisplay. He was beginning to realize the scope and depth (and trouble) that he was in. Recalling just who he was, his past--er, future, was slowly filling his common thoughts.
Taking a big risk, he called for the girl, via the HUD, had her meet him around the back of the doctor's building, and nixed going back into the shit house--that stunk. He instead whisked her into the doctor's house itself, the back room where there were some storage stuff. He didn't bother with getting the girl's name--he was horny.
Under the dress, there was something of an underdress, a complicated layer of clothing serving as underwear--full body length. The girl he positioned over a canvas-covered pile of equipment & supplies, got her underclothes down, cheeks spread, and began plowing away steadily at her very tight, virginal backdoor.
The sensation was tremendous. It was wondrous. It was orgasmic!
As the doctor was due to return any time soon without warning, the place where he did his business was not overly secure, so he let the girl go, just creaming her asshole. A hickey he placed on each cheek, fondled her titties and had her stroke his schlong, thrust his tongue into her sweet young mouth, and finger fucked her virgin pussy before letting her return along her way.
Ten minutes later, and the doctor DID return.
The year was 1875, August. The Universal Postal Union had been established in July. Jesse James was the biggest news, robbing a train in Otterville, Missouri; and the world's first roller skating rink opened in London. Civil war hero Ulysses S. Grant was the US president.
August Moone was in 1875, eighty-six years before he was born!
The place was a small homestead-town called Walnut Grove. He didn't think he was in Arizona anymore, he assumed that his little trek through the "jungle" and then the cave had moved his destination. That was alright, he doubted that he would be able to get back home, especially with the Device Item 0110 now seemingly a part of him.
The town didn't have a sheriff or a marshal. There was no mayor, but a governing body called a town committee. They had a post office, school, church, hotel, general store, livery stable, and possibly a hundred or so people lived in Walnut Grove.It was quaint, and August thought he could do well for himself here, in this time period. He wasn't sure, but it remained to be seen.
He knew to play his cards cool, be aware and sharp. This was not the place to get caught doing something - they hung people back in the Old West, and did it damn quick, too!
That evening, Caroline Ingalls was back with more chicken, buttermilk-basted chicken, more apple pie, and refreshing lemonade. August was pleased and casually wondered (to himself) what she looked like in the nude. She was in her thirties, but that was okay.
Her husband, Charles, and some of the other townspeople had come, despite Doc Baker's decree that the patient needed rest. But they wouldn't wait - August was being hailed as a hero!
Him!?
He gulped and brought up the HUD, just in case this turned badly after all. But he needn't worry, as he WAS being hailed as a hero. Many of the prime townspeople were elated, delighted, and grateful for his actions at the wagon train massacre. Although many (most) had perished and had been brutalized by the rogue savages, there were three survivors: the mother and her two daughters and son.
They gave details on August's heroics, and August blushed and became embarrassed. The woman and her surviving children were in a nearby town, Mankato. It wasn't determined factually if August was a member of the doomed wagon train, but it was so assumed, and August didn't say one way or another - he feigned some amnesia, and no one was the wiser.
He DID need some rest, though - he admitted that to himself, as he HAD been shot! He tried to downplay the heroism of his actions, and his modesty only prevailed, and he was hailed even more. Doc Baker finally had his say and scooted the hero worshippers out. August settled down and noshed on the fine offering from Ms. Ingalls; there, too, was an offer of a few dollars' worth of goods from the general stores in town, clothes and needed things like that.
From the local restaurant, he was offered his meals free! Mr. Hansen, who ran the mill, offered him a job (should he need one). And naturally, good-hearted Charles Ingalls offered August to come out to the farm and work there. It was a lot to chew on, but August felt that the new time period wouldn't be so bad. | 3 |
112,509 | August Moone: Timing Is Everything | Hearing the whine of the highway, August knew that the left front tire was about to go. It was blazing hot, and the truck had only that 2/60 air conditioning. His young mind was still filled with terror and confusion. Only half of it he understood, the rest was lost in a field of forever confusion. Slowly, he eased the heavy wrecker off the highway and onto the gravelly shoulder. Once stopped, he sighed, then chuckled to himself. It was ironic - the truck was designed to help other motorists with blown tires, and yet, here he was with one himself, and no spare!
Checking the tire, the tread was peeling for sure. The heat was sweltering, and August felt utterly exhausted. The things that had happened to him, he continued to push down, deep down and away. He didn't want to think about them, not just yet, anyway.
He was on a long stretch of road between Kayenta and Tuba City. Black Mesa loomed behind him, Three Mesas off to the southeast a ways. Not a cloud in the sky, just the continuously boiling, broiling sun.
There was nothing to do but lean against the truck and sulk. Those things that had happened tried vehemently to reach the surface of his mind, just as vehemently he drove them back. He assumed that they would return in his dreams...
Presently, a Western Express truck rumbled by and came to a stop. August was thankful, very thankful, and the driver took August into Yuba City. After a bit of lunch, he got a lift (with a new tire) back out to his wrecker from a fellow tow truck operator. August used Mr. Peter's credit card for the emergency and wondered how the old fart was going to take it - Yuba City was about the limit of August's range, anything beyond that, and old man Peter's had conniptions.
Oh well. Fuck him. August fumed at his dilemma and changed the tire in the still increasing temperatures, then made his run back to the yard where he belonged.
Thankfully, along the way, a stranded motorist flagged Auggie down, not one but TWO flat tires and something amiss with the engine. It was too damn hot to fuck with it (the engine) now, August hooked the stranded car up and returned to the yard - where a slightly annoyed Mr. Peter's stood waiting.
But with the customer in distress and all, the angry wrecking man cooled his heels and went to work gouging. August snuck off and took a LONG shower. He lay flopped out on his bed, butt bare assed naked, and off to slumberland.
Rudely (and thankfully) interrupted by Mr. Peter's yelling at him to go fetch another stranded motorist in distress. Thankfully, as the tom-toms and horse's hooves had just begun.
He was working the everlasting grease out from under his broken nails when suddenly, "SHIT!" he bellowed out loud. Quickly, he dashed out of his cruddy, crappy trailer and out to the service truck, the wrecker. Stashed behind the seat was his "booty" bag. He had forgotten about it all day long.
Back inside the trailer, shutting the door, the contents of the bag were laid out on the bed. The evaporative cooler he turned down so as not to cause such a disturbance. Four computers, laptop computers. An assortment of odds and ends "acquired" from the government installation and a couple handfuls of old gold coins.
The coins he set aside, wrapping them up in some of the sailcloth from the pirate ship. It was a trying thing to keep the memories of that adventure at bay - every waking moment (and sleeping one) was filled with constant memories of Charlie, the tunnel creatures, and the Indians.
The first laptop seemed to be well locked and difficult to open. He let it be. Another opened, and it looked it over, it was in perfect condition. He fretted, though, over the government tags nailed in place. If he was going to hock the computers, he would have to remove their ID.
The third computer wasn't quite like the others, it was smaller and designed differently. Opening the lid, he found it was not quite like the other computers at all - it was laid out differently with multi mini-LCD screens with the single main LCD screen on the "lid" stretching out eight inches lengthwise with four inches width.
There was no governmental tag IDs on it, either. August didn't know what to make of it. (If he knew then--) But he didn't. It wasn't very heavy, not like the others. It was a little darker gray than the others, too. August didn't know what to make of it, he just didn't. He stared at it for a long while, then tucked it under his bed. It was a keeper.
Come the morning, he hurriedly struck out for the city's pawn shop area. He knew of a place specializing in Hard-to-Get-Rid Of but Needed to Items. No questions asked and that sort of thing. August had a sort of relationship with the owner/operator, they both had their eyes on the young fare that wandered the downtown area, dabbled in child pornography and once had taken advantage of a lost teenage girl down from the bus station.
The laptops, minus the special one, August's friend liked and had a special way to remove the GI tags without anyone knowing. The other various IDs could be removed easily and replaced with new ones easily.
$1,500 each for the laptops. August was cool with that. He departed and made his way to the other side of town where he entered a small established catering to old and new coins.
The owner here, August had observed his secretary (all the while his WIFE was outside in the Lexus.) Good things to know...
The coins garnered him a total of $7,000!
August was more than pleased.August went down on the child, latching onto her delicate flower wholly with his mouth, blowing hot breath into her sex followed by his delving tongue.
The child wriggled about, clutching at the bare mattress and whimpering just slightly. August began digging his finger up into her rear further, sending the child into oblivion.
Standing Bear massaged his penis and seized up young Amy, feasting his eyes on young Jason. He brought Amy down onto the bed and rolled her over onto her stomach, then positioned brother Joshua up at Amy's head and forced the four-year-old to suck her brother.
Carlie began bucking as the sensations of August's tongue tantalized her. She spread her legs wider and held onto the bed as August continued his deed. Standing Bear worked Amy's head up and down six-year-old brother Jason's penis while he himself worked his penis up and down Amy's rear.
"You got any more videos?" Standing Bear asked as he released Amy's head and had her suck her brother on her own.
August pulled up from Carlie's vagina and brought his penis up against her, gouging her pussy and preparing to enter into once more. He nodded, "Yeah, one recently from a dude ranch, pretty good stuff."
"Anything with these ones?"
"Yep, them too." August gushed and slipped his penis into Carlie's vagina. The girl winced, tightened up, mouth opened, gulping for air, eyes as wide as possible feeling every horrible inch of August's penis sliding into her.
"Just relax," August cooed. He kept his voice calm while he did his deed. Standing Bear brought young Amy's rear up to him and he began a steady bout of prodding her still virginal backdoor.
*****
"Dancing Elk still around?"
"When he's sober."
The night air was cool, August puffed on a "loaded" peace pipe offered by Standing Bear. A million stars twinkled in the clear night, there was a partial moon illuminating the dreadful desert-scape, a coyote howled and bats could be heard zoning in on their prey.
"You wanna see him?"
"Yeah."
Another puff followed by a sip, August hadn't said "how" he had acquired his wounds, it was a thing between them--no questions asked. None were needed, anyhow; both dabbled in bizarre and illicit things, both helped provide assistance and "cover" and besides, Standing Bear wasn't a stupid man--Arlene Flowers was in deputy clothes.
"He still run that sweat lodge?"
"Uh-huh." then, "You want him to set it up?"
"Uh-huh." August needed a soul cleansing, or something. Every so often when the weight of the world got to be too much August made a trip to see his Indian friend and make use of a general use Indian ceremony; The Sweat lodge.August blinked his eyes and stared at her. James Gappers roared by on his Harley, but the girl still didn't move.
"Uh, you alright?" August had to ask. There was no response. This was spooky.
He scratched his head, then tapped her on the shoulder. Nada.
He pulled on her shirt. Nope.
He clicked his fingers, whistled, tapped her head, pulled her nose... Nothing. So he stood in front of her, waggling his wienie.
That didn't do it, either. August was flummoxed.
Leaning against the counter, he tried to figure this one out, staring at the floor, back to the girl, going over in his mind--suddenly wondering if he was in a "transition" world again, he checked outside--no, there was Sparky hooked up with Ladybird, Darla and Jackie were smoking out behind their parents' trailer, and James throttled his noisy Harley.
August returned to leaning against the counter--this didn't make sense.
Not until his eyes fell onto the Device Item 0110.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed.
Paying more attention now, he noted in the larger 8x4 screen a waving line with some other lines. He didn't know exactly what they meant, but Fate had handed him a new beginning, a new destiny. | 3 |
112,589 | August Moone Sagas Book 6 Journeying Chapter 23 Buggering | How to bugger your friends in three easy lessons
Minotaurs!
Five of the burly behemoth beasty bull-humanoid creatures moved slowly through the rough, clad only in metal chainlink lion clothes, ankle and elbow guards. They were massive beasts, seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and a pale to dark blue skin. The minotaurs had remarkably tough leathery skin--they resembled a great deal like a body builder, just one hundred times beefier.
Two of the five carried large steel nets, like for fishing.
Two others wielded extremely large battle axes.
The fifth carried a large pack. He lingered in the back, cocking his head now and then, sniffing the air. From out of the pack there was an arm sticking out, a bloody mess of an arm, and human, too.
That was not good.
At length, towards the end of the long warm day, the minotaur group encountered another group of their kind, plus four of another kind, ratkins. The rats were dressed in pirate garb. They weren't as tall or beefy as the minotaurs, but carried blades and were swifter in their movements. They were more agile, wily, and doubly sneaky in their tactics.
But they were not enemies.
The ratkins had with them a small group of humankind, three young adult males, two teen males, one adult female, three teen females with the youngest barely a teenager. All were nude with one of the teen males missing an arm, one of the adult males was missing his ears, one of his eyes, nose, and a bone was sticking out of his arm. All were disheveled and not in good condition.
The minotaur carrying the large pack slung it off of his shoulders and began emptying the contents. A mix mash mess of human body parts. There, too, was a large cast iron pot.
Before it got too ugly, Morton wisely slipped away. It would be a wise-wise thing to give the minotaurs and ratkins a wide-wide birth. Very wide. It would be wise, too, to find and secure weapons, better than what he had.
Two days later while the Goliath's water tanks needed a refill. While doing so, assorted nasty shenanigans went (as usual.) Bo struck off to seek out ponds in the creek where fish might linger. He returned moments later reporting "Minotaurs!"
Not three, not four, not six, not even eight minotaurs but ELEVEN!
Eleven!
They moved slowly, spread out. They carried large steel nets, battle axes, spears, and attitudes. One lingering in the back of the group sniffed the air. His steely gray eyes panned the area all about, head cocked he stared into the rough where Morton and Bo lay as still as death. The distance between merely fifty feet.
A burly more brusque minotaur, possibly a leader type, growled and waved a huge massive arm. "Come on!" it seemed to say. The lingering minotaur grumbled something then moved on to catch up.
Morton and Bo remained laying still for a long-long time.
A few days later and not a minotaur sighting it was, but a group of humans, traveling alone--sort of. In the midst of the humans walked a tall, gray cloaked creature. A Creep! An Ancient!
There didn't seem to be any problems, no one was shackled. The Ancient didn't seem to be of any great concern, he "glided" along the surface of the ground and was mostly concealed by the gray cloak that completed covered him (it).
There were assorted humans in the group, four adults! Then there were some teens, preteens, and a couple under ten. A nice looking group, Morton wondered about them.
His doubts were laid to rest when…
Stains, the Second Cumming
The group (the new one) carried backpacks, the males all carried rifles and shotguns with one equipped with a bow & arrow set. They made a camp by a small creek. With large boulders and shrubbery concealing them they were good.
Just at evening type time one of the teen girls got up and slowly made herself scarce. The one male adult followed moments later. Just a few yards from the camp did the lone adult male find the teen girl. She stood up pulling up her pants and underwear, as the man encroached upon her private space, she turned and smiled to him, she didn't fasten her light blue jeans with wide bottoms, she turned to him and they hugged. The man slipped his hands down the girl's backside, rubbing her at the small of her back before slipping inside her pulled up panties…
The girl was about fourteen. The man, three times that. A little graying around the temples, he looked hard, possibly was a drinker, a stern featured fellow, hard worker, and had a big dick.
The "big dick" was out, it was hard, throbbing, and sliding in had out of the girl's hand. The teen girl had lovely thick semi-style red hair. Flaming red. She was incredibly sweet looking, nice hips, ass, as well as a lovely set of breasts.
After a bit of hand jobbing to the man, whom was guessed to be her father, the teen girl dropped to her knees and began licking the head of the man's dick. It seemed to have grown even longer. She licked, lapped, diddled her tongue to the piss slit and then engulfed the whole schlong.
The man ran his hands through her hair, lightly rocking back and forth. He looked down onto the cocksucking girl with some glee. He was smiling and pumped the girl until he creamed.
The cum exploded into her mouth and then trickled out of the corners of her mouth. The girl rubbed the cum squirter all over her face, continuing to jack the dong to get every drop of love cream. She sucked on the head some more, squeezed the dick at the base and engulfed it once more before it went soft.
Elsewhere…
A very lovely young adult woman escorted a handsome young tweeny (ten year old) to behind some bushes opposite of where the previous two had gone. Once there, the young boy whipped out his dick and began to pee. The woman caressed the boy's ass and eased his pants down. Her hands caressed the boy's bare ass, fondled his balls and got him hard.
The boy checked the woman, who was his mother. Her blouse was a button garment and she undone it, revealing a pair of lovely breasts. Lovely. Perky nipples, soft supple skin, 28Bs.
The boy's young hands caressed the mommy mounds and the owner of such gently pressed the boy to them. As the boy began to suck, the mommy began undoing her own jeans.
She was a lovely creature, shoulder length kinky extra curly light brown hair. She had a charming appeal about her, dazzling blue eyes, kinda extra slender, but not ultra skinny. She was twenty-eight year young and fuckable.
And that's what her ten year old son did, fuck.
The woman, Samantha, eased down her jeans and panties, opened her legs and positioned her young (and only) son onto her. The boy expertly placed his cock against her gash and then eased it into her.
Samantha gripped her son's ass and they fucked.
In the campsite itself nasty business was going on;
Three teen boys there were and they were heavily engaged in shenanigans: The oldest was "engaged" with the other adult female. The other two teen boys were double teaming a pre-teen girl. Two other teen girls were double teaming each other (69ing!)
Oh what fun!
Corabeth Dodbey was a woman of many things; a recovering alcoholic, a small town entrepreneur, a prude, tall, mountain woman refined in the arts just the same, and cock crazy.
And it didn't matter the age of the cock, just so long as it was hard and would fuck her brains out. The three Waller boys who lived not far from her in their Virginia mountain home provided her with her desire. Johnny-boy had been the first to gift her cock hungry cunt, he had been a mere lad of ten at the time--after catching him pilfering from her store, she disciplined him. It was the thing in the mountains of Virginia AND was allowed. The boy had been disciplined before, by his Pa who had the boy drop his pants and underwear thereby making the point of the discipline well and good.
Corabeth had done same, using a long ruler to strike the boy's bare ass and then her hand. When she felt moistness 'twixt her legs, she easily coerced the boy to do her. After the initial "doing her", they did it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And…you get the point.
When Johnny-boy's brothers came along, and they reached the prime age of ten, eleven, Johnny-boy introduced them to Corabeth and her amazing fuckable pussy.
Johnny-boy was screwing his brother's, too; all three were pros at circle jerking, they drank corn whiskey and fucked the family cow, too. They got their ass beat when found drunk, naked, or molesting each other OR themselves. They usually sought solace with Corabeth and all was better.
Corabeth's thin material slacks and full brief underwear were at her ankles, legs open wide while Johnny-boy plowed her. Those around them engaged in sex or not watched. Corabeth loved dick, she loved being pounded, she loved the naughtiness of it, she loved Johnny-boy.
Johnny-boy's brothers, Jason, Ben, and James-Robert did their own thing with Corabeth's adopted daughter, Amy. She was twelve and like Corabeth, loved cock. She had been caught fingering herself when she was merely ten, Corabeth quickly set the Waller boys onto her, the youngest Waller boy, James-Robert did her first to break her in, then Ben and Jason nailed her until finally Johnny-boy boffed her into oblivion.
Jason and Ben. And Amy. Amy was slightly different in the joys of getting nailed than her mother in that she liked being stuffed from behind. She liked bobbing on the nob, being peed on, spanked, and taking on as many Waller cocks as possible.
Jason stuffed the young girl's pussy while Ben took her from behind. All three were nude and were deep into their sex act. James-Robert sat quietly with his pants and underwear down masturbating, watching as friends of the family, Mary Ellen and Elizabeth, 69ed.
They were sisters, Mary Ellen and Elizabeth.Mary Ellen was a cock-hungry girl and took cock whenever it was available. She also liked noshing on cunt. Mary Ellen was the oldest at just eighteen.
At one point, while Mary Ellen wriggled and giggled as she licked out her sister's furry cunt, James-Robert (Jim-bob) could hold off no longer and scooted to the teen's wriggling ass. Elizabeth underneath parted her sister's cheeks, and Jim-bob worked his cock into Mary Ellen's asshole. He had been there before, many times.
Another group was at the campsite, a middle-aged woman, professional to some degree, with short red hair, an air of one who was a demanding person or one who held a prominent position in the job world. She looked good just the same. And like Corabeth, she was cock-hungry.
With her shirt open, her young ten-year-old son partook of lovely 38-year-old titties. Hungrily the boy sucked on one nipple and then devoured the other. The woman, Keri, undid her son's clothing as well as hastily fingered herself. Adopted children Janna and Zena watched, not in awe--it wasn't the first time they had seen such goings-on--but still...
Keri eased herself down, a little embarrassed with the whole group about, but continued on just the same. Her clothes came off of her legs, and her nude son got between her legs, and they, like Samantha and her son, fucked.
In the woods just outside of the camp, lone male adult and Daddy to Mary Ellen, Erin, and Elizabeth, deftly stuffed Erin's pussy. He usually stuffed her asshole--of which was a part of his disciplining of the girls. When they messed up or were otherwise deserving of an ass whooping, he took them to the woodshed, to their bed, or in the bathroom to brace against the toilet. Then, their asses were barred nakedly to him, and he lashed them with a belt, a switch, bare hand, and then his cock.
The girls were good girls, and being mountain folk, they clung to old traditional ways--which meant mostly they were Christian and wore dresses. Occasionally they wore pants or slacks. After the spanking to their tender ass, John Notlaw forced his way (his cock) into Mary Ellen, Erin, or Elizabeth's ass(hole.) often.
Sometimes a reason wasn't needed; John just went off on the girl and made something up. He was a single parent, the girls' mother tragically dying of some mysterious unknown mountain disease.
Erin had a boyfriend. They were really "just friends", but she cared for him. At one point, the boy had been Mary Ellen's beau. The boy had been a family friend for years. He was two years older than Erin, but after Mary Ellen went on to another boy, GW (Gary Wayne) sought Erin's solace.
She ultimately gave herself to him, a little lovemaking in the woods near their home, then in a field of the boy's family farm. They didn't fuck often, or even a lot, just occasionally--about five times.
Sadly, the boy was killed in a traffic accident. It hurt Erin; she never fully committed herself to GW, just sexually. She never told him that she loved him--although she did. She just deemed that at her tender age, she was not yet ready to make that lifelong decision.
There was to be a funeral. On that particular day, Erin received a letter, deeding her a plot of land from GW's family. The girl was heartbroken and couldn't go to the funeral--she bolted and ran. Her daddy, John, chased after her and consoled her.
When she was better, they began to walk back to their own house. Along the way, the Call of Nature came to be, and Erin stepped off to one side of the path to pee. She could see her daddy on the trail gouging himself. It had been a long-long while since last SHE had been spanked--or fucked up the ass. She couldn't remember the last time young Elizabeth had gotten her ass blistered (or fucked.)
When Erin stood up, pulling up her panties, she made a yelp--which brought her Daddy to her quick.
Erin had brushed up against a bushy twig, lightly-slightly scratching her tender lily-white ass cheek. Sorta-kinda she presented herself, bending over slightly, hiking up her navy blue with white trim dress up over her hips. She then inched down to her knees, her basic white panties.
Her Daddy smoothed his hand over her lovely ass, as far as asses go--Erin had the best one. The "scratch" was miniscule and hardly worth the bother, Erin bent over more and seemingly "parted" her cheeks. John took the invite and began trolling his fingers up and down the girl's crack, probing her hole before...
Erin heard her Daddy's pants being undone, his belt. For a moment, she worried that he might use his belt on her. But on the sly, peeking through her hair, she saw his pants (and belt) at his ankles. She then felt his probing daddy-dong poking at her brown eye...
Once the initial willingness had begun, it never stopped. When John caught Erin and Mary Ellen naked together sucking cunt, he spanked them sure--but then fucked them, but not as hard as he had when simply disciplining them.
He eventually caught his youngest pleasing herself--he made her please him, too.
Soon all three girls were pleasing their daddy; he thoroughly enjoyed blowjobs and soon was pumping off between their legs, breasts, and generally all over their bodies.
In the woods just outside of their encampment, he stuffed Erin's cunt.
That was the group, a nice addition to any other sordid group. Morton was pleased; the group would easily mingle with his.
Samantha Taggert and her son, Alex. Samantha was a nurse.
Keri Weever and her son, Arnold, came along next. Keri was a full-fledged doctor, but had advanced to the more auspicious level of administration. She had two adopted children, Janna and Zena.
Keri and Samantha were--not overly GAY per se, but they were warm for the other's form. They loved pounding against the other's pussy. They loved sucking titty and deep-throating. They loved spanking the other's ass and shoving dildos into one another. They also loved the other's children.
Samantha loved getting dicked by Keri's son, Arnold. She also sought favor with Keri's adopted kids, Zena who was eleven and Janna who was merely eight. Samantha had come over one evening to babysit for the kids while their mother worked a late shift. Zena and Janna were not expecting Samantha; Sam had gotten the key to the apartment from Keri at their workplace they shared. She walked right in on Zena and Janna naked and happily eating each other out. Arnold was at a baseball practice and not home yet. Samantha soon discovered that the Weever family was a naughty family.
She joined in, she left young hairless pussy...
Soon and very soon, Samantha and her son and Keri and her kids were "mingling" together, romping in one or the other's apartment. Good naked clean wholesome fucking romping.
And of course, not forgetting the lone member of their party, the Ancient. He was a member of the First Ones, the creatures who were First in the Parallel World of Earth, an Ancient. A Creep!
But, this Creep was a little different. And in essence, in truth, a representation of ALL the Creeps, his fellow brethren, so to speak. A couple of things were found out about the Ancient, important information that Morton and then Forrest who would find the info very interesting, if not useful.
Keri Weever, was born with a deformity that as she grew became progressively worse to the point she had to utilize walking aids. It did little to deter her in her efforts to be like normal children.
It did little to deter her in adulthood, either.
She had grown to become used to the affliction; she used a "third" leg, a metal crutch that had become second nature, she gave very little thought to it and got along just fine. There were times, though...
When angry, when pissed, when in a hurry--the crutch leg became very aware and would sling about precariously. She feared striking or lashing out at one of the kids or coworkers. Or tripping down the stairs.
When Keri and the others came together and into the new world--they were immediately besieged by a group of minotaurs. But then, the Ancient came to be, and the minotaurs fled. It seemed unconscionable, but the strange gray-cloaked creature turned away a dozen minotaurs!
How?
By screaming at them.
He did what?
From within the gray hood of the Ancient's cloak, he merely opened his grotesque maw and unleashed an audible screech that the minotaurs apparently do not like.
After the minotaurs had fled, the humans and the Ancient stared at one another. Then, the Ancient approached them. The humans assembled and began running, save for Keri who tripped over her third leg. Petrified, she lay still. John Notlaw and the older teen boys picked up rocks and limbs and came to Keri's rescue.
The Creep kept some distance from the fallen Keri; from out of the center of its chest area came a long protruding protrusion. It resembled a human arm, without the skin and muscle stuff. It also looked incredibly old, gray, ancient.
The arm reached out in a snake-like manner, twisting now and then until at length it stretched some amazing five feet! Then, from the bulbous end of the "arm" there seemed to formulate individual digits--which would at length come to be fingers.
Just three fingers. One of which glowed a dull glow and itself began to elongate. It touched Keri's leg, the deformed one.
Keri felt no pain but saw her leg glow a brilliant yellow for a nano second. Thereafter, she said there was a tingling, she wet herself, and described the feeling in her leg as the sensation of a body part that had "gone to sleep."
Thereafter, she could stand and walk as normal as anyone else.
Banding together seemed the thing--especially since they seemed to have so much in common. Morton was fascinated by "Joe", the creepy Ancient.Getting a direct look into its hidden face was impossible, as it seemed a foreboding darkness dwelled just within the gray hood of the cloak.
As a combined group, the mingling was terrific--especially for those who craved sex. Morton's group (especially the boys Rory and Bo) very much enjoyed intermingling with the other group--they, in turn, enjoyed mingling with Morton's group (especially the boys).
Corabeth, who craved young boy cock (and young girl cunt), was ecstatic; she had already had her way with all of her group--Keri and Samantha's kids, John Notlaw's girls, the Waller boys, and her own daughter. With Morton's group, her middle-aged cunny tingled and she took on Morton's Randy right off. She enjoyed him greatly, caressing his bare ass, fondling his balls, and tugging on his willy--she did so within the hour of the two groups combining.
Young Penny and Kaylee got their poons tongued out by Corabeth while Rory and Bo took turns stuffing her from behind. With cock spillage on her ass, hole, and crack, Trisha and Julianna had the task of licking it clean. Corabeth gushed while they did so, and while they did so, she sucked on the other kids.
With the Waller boys and John Notlaw, the firepower had increased dramatically. The minotaurs were no longer a significant threat--especially with Joe along, too.
Not long after the two groups combined, they entered into the world of Forrest. Shortly thereafter, Forrest and the Combined Group returned to the Forrest enclave to further mingle. A new society was beginning.
Even when not high, Pippi, Annika, and Tommy were willy-nilly happy-go-lucky kids. They were strange, not weird, just strange. They were okay with going nude, and their story was private--how they came to be or their life prior to coming into the New World. Annika was a little apprehensive about taking on Eric and Jake, especially since Eric was a man and his manhood was much larger than her brother Tommy's. But she ultimately did so, like she had a choice.
Annika and Pippi both took Eric and Jake, they sucked and spread their legs and (cheeks). It gave some relief to the tagalongs, Molly and Adam. Eric and Jake both enjoyed watching Annika's brother Tommy fuck. Pippi and Annika were cunt lickers themselves, and so young Molly got her's licked quite often. And she in turn, although semi-reluctantly, noshed out Pippi and Annika.
When not licking and sucking, they were walking. Walking, walking, walking. One day they could make about ten miles, another day they could do as far as twelve. Their best day of traveling was fifteen miles--but most of that was downhill.
Fuck-suck, suck-fuck. Day in, day out. Suck-fuck-fuck-suck. It wasn't monotonous, just tiring. Both Jake and Eric had tired schlongs, but they continued humping, stuffing, rubbing, gliding, and etc. day in and day out.
There were berries and fish, cold camping (when a fire couldn't be created) and some sightings far off of what was determined to be minotaurs. The group avoided them and went parallel, returning to the cliffs by the sea to travel a couple of days before there was a major detour--a huge canyon that cut into the landscape from the seashore.
Jake was mildly curious about dropping down into the canyon, it was sandy with a small stream running in the middle. Lots of greenery, sand, and possible adventure?
Eric carried Molly, going without shoes was tough on bare feet. Molly was finally beginning to warm up to Eric. Eric was finally snaking his cock ALL the way into her--pussy, mouth, and asshole. Willingly she took on her brother, the young boy enjoyed banging his sister--in spite of being seven, he was quite the little fucker. With Pippi and Annika along, the boy happily screwed them, too.
The canyon cut into the land almost two miles, it finally narrowed but there was a huge grassy, mossy overhang concealing a great deal of the canyon floor. Jake was still very curious, but a new encounter was just ahead.
The Collector
In a small clearing, there was an RV. It was functional to a point, it had lighting, running water (when the tanks were filled) and provided shelter. That was about it. Its power source came from solar panels; they did little, though, to aid it in mobility. The RV was out of gas. It had gone as far as it could go and...
A small herd of people was at the RV site, naturally. A Baker's Dozen there was, two male adults, the rest kiddies. Naked kiddies. There was a doggie, too.
After spying on the naked group, Eric and Jake made themselves known the following day. They were well welcomed and treated with food, and samplings of the naked kiddies. Here's their story:
Bandits
One place was as good as any other. The sound of the highway hummed, and the driver knew the particular hum he heard was not a good one. Luckily, though, just off the desert highway was a small rest stop with a chain restaurant and a service station with a garage. Kam babied the 40-foot motor home off the freeway, hoping not to blow the left front tire until at least in the driveway of the service station.
Both occupants of the massive motor vehicle needed a break, the driver stretched, farted, and quickly scanned the parking lot of the nearby restaurant, then whistled for his stalwart companion, Rollo.
Rollo was a French Mastiff, ten years young. He looked around, panted, farted, then obediently took up a stance by the corner of the garage building. "I'll get'cha something good, boy," Kam told his pal and ambled off to the eatery.
While noshing on his chicken-fried steak with fixings, a steady eye was kept on his machine across the way--making sure the shifty mechanics fixed only what was detailed to them. Another eye was steady on the other patrons of the restaurant.
A particular patron caught Kam's interest. She was cute. Damn cute. Long silky dark hair, slender body, black knit pants, short belly revealing a funky mixed blue-colored shirt. She was cute, damn cute. And Chinese. American Chinese. Which was okay with Kam, he was a Collector by profession and liked variety. Black, Mexican, Korean, Chinese--all the same to him, just a variety in their appearance--they were all virtually the same betwixt the legs!
The Subject stood against the toy machine, the Grabber, the enclosed toy factory whereas a couple of dozen desired plush toys were at the taking, for fifty cents a try with the Claw. It was a gimmick, and very seldom did any toy ever get plucked and deposited into the bin. The Claw's strength was the problem--it was weak--for a purpose.
Anyways, the child stood leaning against the glass of the machine while her parents and older sibs and cousins and assorted traveling family members yapped about who was going to pay for the meal. Kam noticed the girl tugging on the back of her black knit pants, tugging them to whereas a great deal of ass crack could be viewed, a brief glimpse of pink undies could be seen. Kam Kneely was intrigued.
It had been many days since unloading his last Acquisition(s). He and Rollo had traveled three states alone. It was time. It was time.
"Go out to the corner by the bush by the red car at the corner."
Done.
"Go straight...walk to the wall, get on the sidewalk."
Done.
"Go to the trash dumpster, stop."
Done.
"Go behind the wall, walk along the wall of the garage. Stop."
Done and done.
With the great forty-foot behemoth between the garage and restaurant, acquisition of his Subject was fairly easy. The garage had closed, the tire replaced, the gas station nearby out of view. Easily was the Subject escorted into the great rolling recreational vehicle. To the back of the vehicle where a gag, bindings, and tucking away inside a secret compartment under the queen bed...
"Guard," Kam said to his partner. The French short-haired Mastiff took up his common place at the bed, the motor home shuddered to life and slowly pulled out onto the highway.
Two hours later it pulled into a rest area, just a rest area. A couple of highway patrol cars were parked therein, along with assorted travelers and truckers. Kam waited. One of the patrolmen got in his car and left. The other sat at a picnic table taking a break.
Checking a monitor, Kam checked his Subject, she was wriggling. The effects of his Mind Tap had worn off. Someday he hoped to be able to upgrade that nifty little object.
He looked to his ever faithful companion, Rollo, the dog lolled its tongue, cocked its head, farted, and remained vigil at his post. Kam eased out of his machine and ambled his way to the central building of the rest area, the bathroom.
When he returned, the patrolman and his car were gone.
Rollo laid down by his bed, Kam noted that he needed another bath and a brushing--the dog. Checking the Mind Tapper, it had recharged enough--just in case. They were hard to come by, being illegal and all. The one he had was the only one he had been able to obtain--through illegal channels. Being caught with one was an automatic ten years in the state pen, of whatever state the possessor was caught in. Then, tacked on to that Stay would be the penalties for whatever Crimes were committed.
Kam pulled his Subject out of the secret compartment, she had pissed her pants--a commonality for acquired captives. She wriggled and fussed, she had been awake for a time, her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw. Kam placed the eight-year-old onto the bed, raised her legs by the ankles, and swatted her ass as hard as he could.
"Listen to me, Missy," he seethed into her ear, "settle down and settle down quick!" The child responded with crying. That was typical and understandable. It was also tolerated--to a point.
A few moments passed, the blindfold and gag were removed.
The young girl was cute. Damn cute. American-Chinese cute.
Kam roamed his hand over the girl's chest area, she didn't have anything of importance, not yet.He squeezed her young nipples, then slowly inched up her oddly colored shirt. The young girl wailed--Kam raised her legs and wailed on her ass.
The point was made, and somehow the child calmed herself.
"Excellent!" jeered her captor, "Follow my directions and you'll be fine. Do what I tell you and I'll let you go."
The girl nodded, she screwed up her cute face, fretted, and peed herself some more.
There were many ways to go about doing the desire of his cock. Many. Several. Numerous. The one chosen for Kellie Yu was simple, she was unbound hand and foot and stood up beside the bed.
"Rollo, come."
The girl gripped herself as the huge Mastiff trotted in. He sat with tongue lolling, farted, and waited.
"This is my dog, Rollo," explained Kam the Collector, "do as I say and he won't rip you to shreds."
The girl's eyes widened as wide as the pucks on the highway. She also peed herself some more.
"Do you understand?"
A very frightened Kellie nodded that she did. She rubbed her aching, rubbed-raw wrist but otherwise managed to hold off any outburst of emotions.
"Alrighty, then..." drawled Kam, he knelt to his knees facing the distraught girl, "take off your shirt."
Very timidly, the young girl did so. She wore nothing else underneath.
"Turn a little," said the Collector, indicating Kellie should turn just a little. When done, she was further commanded to tug her black knit pants down--just as she had playfully done so at the restaurant.
Sobbing some and screwing up her face a lot, Kellie tugged her knit pants down just so, just enough to expose the top of her ass. Kam licked his lips in anticipation.
"Good girl," he said. Then, "Keep doing as you're told and I have Rollo rip you to shreds," and on cue, Rollo grumbled a guttural bark, farted, and licked his huge blubbery lips.
Kellie was then told to inch her pants, just her pants, down to her knees. She leaned up against the bed and did so. Her pinkish panties stayed at just her ass, partly concealing it. Kam reached out and caressed her ass, patting it and caressing.
The timid, frightened girl was turned about, Kam had a nice view of her bald poon, she had wet herself pretty good--which didn't bother Kam. He himself worked her pants down, then rolled her pink undies down, too.
Once the garments were at her ankles, they were removed and the nude girl was hoisted up onto the great bed. Rollo came and rested his great head onto the foot of the bed. Kam collected the child's clothing and placed them into a garbage bag--she wouldn't be needing them anymore.
Opening the girl's legs, Kam took her in, she was a virgin. The last seven-year-old he had wasn't. Two older brothers were tagging her. But no matter...
Despite the urine splash, Kam licked out the girl's cunny. She clutched the covers she lay on, tightening up her young, naked, vulnerable body; her legs were pushed out by the Collector, he licked his fill before standing up and undoing his pants...
A protective cover was placed under the girl, the bed covers were still in good condition and were thick, heavy, and a bitch to wash. Nakedly, Kam crawled up onto the young nude girl, he smiled to her, licking his lips hungrily, his massive fuck pole gently laying against her very virgin poon.
"Keep your legs open," he told her, "try and not to move about too much," then slowly he began to grind against her. He didn't fully enter her, but close counts.
Kellie tightened up even more, her mouth opened in shock and awe, even more so when the actual penetration began. She winced, bit her lip and tightened up to the max. Her abductor cared little for her distress and deftly pushed his gangly manhood into her crevice.
When halfway into the girl, he pulled out. Kellie wept uncontrollably. Kam lay on her, not suffocating but close. He cooed to her, ran his fingers through her thick hair, and humped.
Again, after a moment or two had passed, he eased himself back into her. He took his time, he was in no hurry. Kellie was hard-pressed to keep from screaming, but the pain of being fucked overwhelmed that outburst anyway.
With such a tight pussy, Kam only pumped a little before stopping. After cleaning up some of the "cherry" juice, he licked the girl's poon, sucked it, fingered it, and finally introduced it to Mr. Stuff-it, a slender ribbed 7-inch dildo.
Coupling her ankles together, and lifted up, Kam fucked the girl steadily with the dildo. When she squirmed too much, her bare ass got a hard spank to her skin. At length, he replaced the dildo with his cock, pushed her knees to her shoulders and stuffed her snatch with his love tool.
Kellie trembled and shook uncontrollably as if she were cold, but the water cascading down her lovely young nude body was warm. Her abductor was nude with her in the extra-large shower, with a washcloth he went over her soaped-up body, paying most attention to her poon. When done, he stood and ordered the girl to "wash" him.
Kellie Yu felt ill but did the deed.
When Kam's cock was clean and rinsed off, eight-year-old Kellie had to take it in the mouth. She sucked and sucked, worked the organ to super-stiff mode, clutched the hairy testicles, and received a copious amount of hot, sticky-icky jism moments later.
Back on the bed, on her back, legs draped over the edge, Kellie lay still staring up to the wood-paneled ceiling. Her kidnapper lay nude beside her, massaging/fingering her pussy. It was less sore than it had been, the warm water from the shower had helped.
After a few moments, the girl was turned over and her ass was caressed, squeezed, and seriously fondled. Soon the girl's ass cheeks were parted and the hole was fingered. Kellie tightened up, squirmed some, whimpered a lot. Rollo's big Mastiff head on the foot of the bed, though, kept the girl from carrying on too much.
Kam's tongue licked the girl's pooter hole, a little specialized jelly was applied to the hole and his fingers made anal entry. The 7-inch wonder cock (store-bought) was brought into play and was pushed four inches in.
With her hips up, the dildo put aside, Kam's massive manhood touched the child's anus. Rollo's ears perked up and he gruffed. Then he barked and bolted to the door. Kam quickly stuffed Kellie into the secret compartment-- "Make one sound and..." he needn't further explain, Kellie knew.
At the door was a cop, a highway patrol type cop. For a moment, there was genuine fear in Kam. But it was downplayed when the officer showed a flyer with a missing child's picture on it. Kellie Yu.
"Hmm, pretty," Kam said, flicking on the outside light. He was dressed in his royal robe and took the flyer, shaking his head, "Haven't seen her, though."
"If you do, sir, please call that number, give all the information possible but do not attempt any further action," don't get involved.
After the copper had left, Kam cinched up tight the window shades and blinds, then dropped his robe and returned to his prize.
She was still there and had been quiet as a mouse.
"Good girl," cooed Kam. Laying her back on the bed, he went down on her, licking her poon until she began to quiver. Then she was rolled over (again), hips up, cheeks open.
The girl was conscripted into holding her own cheeks open while her abductor pushed his manhood into her poop chute. Kellie mouthed the bed covers, squelching the screams of torment.
His cock and the girl's hole had been lubricated, but still, it was tight going. Kam liked 'em tight. Tight and young.
"You stinky fuck!" chided Kam. His dog, Rollo, lolled its tongue, he was a cross mix, the French Mastiff the dominant feature, but there was English Bulldog, too. And Rollo had gas. Another feature of the loyal canine. Kam opened the door and let the creature out, a light rain had begun, the rest area was basically empty, a couple of over-the-road trucks there were, another motor home, one passenger car. It was near midnight, Kam stepped out butt naked and let Mother Nature give him a bath.
On the bed, young naked Kellie slept soundly.
There would be others...
Meet Cheryl Gladhope, other
Vaguely the words in a commanding manner invaded her mind:
"Walk. Go. Forward. Stop. Turn. Wait. Go forward. Turn left--your OTHER left. Walk--walk--stop."
She blinked her eyes, her mind was fuzzy, cloudy. Her mouth ached, wrists, and entire body. She found it difficult to breathe, let alone concentrate. Nothing made sense.
Making less sense was her hands were bound, by what she didn't know, but they were well secured above her head as she lay on what supposedly was a bed. Her ankles, too, were secured; a gag in her mouth. Only her eyes were "unsecured."
"Walk. Forward. Go. Stop," the words rolled in and about her mind. Someone had been speaking to her, but differently. She didn't understand, and she couldn't fathom how she had apparently obeyed.
At length, though, she guessed. Her mind had been "tapped." There were a bevy of mind devices lecherous pervs and other assorted criminals had at their disposal. It was a plague and there was virtually no way to stop or prevent the owners/possessors from utilizing them to their own sinister glee.
Coming to grips with her dire dilemma, Cheryl raised her head somewhat to see what was going on in her vicinity. The room was small, she immediately determined that she was probably in a motor home--her parents had one.
Her parents.
Her friends.
Her siblings.
Vaguely they filled her mind. She shook her head to clear it and saw a NUDE man masturbating. He stood at the entrance to the room, there were two others--two kids, and a dog.
"Get out of your clothes, or I'll let him have ya!" growled the nude masturbating man. He spoke to the young girl, she was horribly frightened and freaked out of her mind. She was no more than ten or so. The boy stood, clothed, staring at the dog.The dog, a strange behemoth beast whose coat was mostly rust-colored with bits of black and white scattered in amongst the coarse fur. Cheryl wasn't sure of its breed type but saw bulldog and something other. Its head and neck were thick, and she feared the jaws, all those sharp teeth and the power and might--her stomach turned, and she clenched up all over.
The girl who had been commanded and threatened with "get out of your clothes" or else, slowly tugged off her shirt. Trembling fingers clung to the garment; she wore a pastel camisole underneath, a half silky t-shirt. At ten, she had small breasts.
At ten, the young girl had the presence of mind to continue her stripping as the nude masturbating man stared her down--waiting. The girl screwed up her face, trembled and shook all over, and slid down her short breeches still clutching her shirt.
The girl whimpered, "Please." The nude masturbating man only smiled, licked his lips, and stroked his massive penis more.
Cheryl knew what was going to happen. She gulped and relaxed somewhat. She knew she still had her clothes on, why hadn't the bastard raped her? He was more into kids than older girls? There was the boy, too. Cheryl was confused. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes tight, and hoped when she opened them again, she would be in her own room.
Nope. Didn't happen.
The young girl, Beth, had dropped her shirt and pulled off her trainer. She had tried to conceal her bare top with the scrunching up of her arms, but the nude masturbating bastard man shook his head, "Stand up straight," he told her. The girl gulped and screwed up her sweet little face; she was a cutie, with long straight brown hair, soft complexion, and a perfectly shaped head to toe.
Red panties. With love-pat hearts all over them. Simple kiddie panties. The man looked at the girl kind of sternly; he needn't say a word--the girl understood the unspoken command and with trembling fingers slid her panties down.
The man made some sort of noise, a pleasing groan? He nodded his head and motioned for the girl to get on the bed. He then gave Cheryl a look, he was grinning and traveled his eyes up and down her long frame. Cheryl had extreme distaste for the man. She knew it would do no good to be pissed or to fight off the bastard, she was secured, and he had (obviously) a mind device.
"Open your legs," the man said. Cheryl knew he wasn't speaking to her, her legs were confined at the ankles. The hapless frightened nude ten-year-old nodded and as she lay back, her head resting on Cheryl's left leg, opened her legs wide.
The boy standing by the nude masturbating bastard man opened his eyes in shock. 'Whoa.' was expressed on his young face. He was a lad of approximately twelve.
"You ever seen a girl naked, boy?" the nude man asked.
The boy shook his head, 'No.'
The man beside him grinned, then said, "Get naked."
It was like the boy had been socked in the stomach; he stood stunned with mouth agape.
"I gotta pee, sir," he exclaimed.
"No, you don't," the man replied. Then, "Get naked, NOW!"
Trembling just as much as the girl before him had, the young lad stripped off all of his clothes. He stood nude beside the nude man with a bit of a boner going himself.
"You ever play with it?" the nude man asked the nude boy.
The boy shook his head, 'No.'
The man then dropped to his knees--he fondled the boy's bare ass, bending the boy over to where he was laying across the bed. Beth had to turn and lay lengthwise on the bed, up against the secured girl. She, too, had to open her legs, draping one over the edge of the bed while the other draped over the secured girl, Cheryl.
The two girls looked to one another, Beth expressed nothing, her face was calm, tear-stained. She bit her lower lip and shifted her body up as close to the teen girl as possible. The teen girl tried to convey, "It'll be alright," but she knew better than that, she knew that the nude bastard was probably more than likely going to rape them, all of them.
Before any of that could happen, the boy stared wide-eyed into Beth's nude cunny--while his vulnerable asshole was invaded by a finger. A finger followed by a probing tongue. His pud he didn't play with was gripped and fondled, stroked, squeezed, and toyed with--by the nude man behind him.
Then, the boy, Mitchell, felt the ever-presence of the nude man's cock. It pressed against his skin, gliding up and down his ass crack, poking at his very virginal asshole.
"Hold your cheeks open," the man told Mitchell.
The boy gulped and felt sick to his stomach--but he gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them open. The nude mad caressed the boy's ass and then made a steady attempt at anal penetration.
Cheryl wriggled some in her restraints, being stretched out for such a long time was beginning to get to her. She knew by the bouncing movements of the boy against the bed--the boy was being butt-fucked. The girl beside her whimpered. Cheryl could only endure, as could they all.
How much time had passed, she didn't know, her mind was too frapped to concentrate on the passage of space. The nude man came crawling onto her body, that brought her back to the present. Beside her, the nude boy lay on the nude girl. It wasn't clear, to Cheryl, if they were "doing it" or not, she turned her head back to stare up at the ceiling, and to the nude man crawling on her.
The nude man settled on her stomach, his hands roaming over her body. Cheryl clenched and defied the man his pleasure. It didn't seem to bother him, he ripped her shirt open and lusted for her anyways.
Her bra was ripped next, and the man began pawing at her teenage breasts.
'You fucker!' Cheryl bitched through her gag. She seethed and tightened up, her hands were secured above her head to something, her ankles secured to something at the foot of the bed--all she could do was twist, trying to buck the bastard of a man off of her.
Didn't work.
The man squeezed her breasts hard to the point where Cheryl nodded her head, 'Okay-okay!' The man then went down on her breasts, sucking on one and then the other, tweaking/squeezing the nipples. She could feel his manhood grinding against her pussy.
Gulping for air and composure, Cheryl felt the sudden need to pee. She wanted to bend; bend her knees, her arms, her body. The nude man scooted up her body, his cock throbbing right between her mounds. She closed her eyes, thrashing it side to side--only her goofy horny boyfriend Calvin had placed his cock there. She had sucked it as the teen horndog had pumped, it was the least she could do as she wouldn't let him pump off into her pussy--she feared getting pregnant as three of her girlfriends had.
Taking cock up the ass was out, too--it was just too gross to contend with. She DID let her horndog boyfriend suck and finger her pussy, and he DID rub his schlong against her swollen cunny lips, but no penetration--not even with a condom; Cheryl's best friend Angie had a boyfriend encounter; HE wore a condom, and SHE got pregnant anyways!
The nude man on top of her undid her gag, tilted her head to him,
"Suck me."
The taste of cock was foul. She had sucked her horndog's cock, but was fearful of even doing that as a girlfriend had gotten gonorrhea in the mouth/throat from giving headjobs. The wretched nude bastard pushed himself into her mouth, a strong hand to the back of her head forcing her.
Cheryl both sucked and rebuked the organ in her mouth, it was musty and gamey and tasted very foul. It was HUGE, hot, throbbed, and was more than she could take. The man, though, insisted and kept a steady hand on the back of her head, squeezing her hair tight when she fought back and sought not to comply with sucking.
After a couple of minutes, cum. A wash was of man cum spewed out of the man's cock, splashing into Cheryl's mouth, down her throat. She choked some, and sperm shot out of her nostrils. The nude man on her chest pumped furiously, forcing her head back and forth until he was drained. Only then did his hellish organ soften up and slip out of her mouth.
But the man wasn't finished, he rubbed his foul cock all over her face before sliding back down her body, undoing her pants.
It did no good at all for Cheryl to whimper, cry, get pissed, or thrash about. All it got her was wrenched onto her side, whereas then the nude hellish man walloped her ass as hard as he could. Then, he brought out a small hand-held device, a self-defense item most everybody in the fucked-up perverted world was carrying, including pre-school children! A stun gun.
The stun gun was pressed to the bare chest area of Cheryl, and she flipped out, peed, and almost lost control of her bowels. Over six hundred thousand volts of electricity surged through the young teen's body. Not enough to kill, it's not the volts that kill, mind you; the stun gun's force merely the stun gun is designed to key into the nervous system; it dumps its energy into the muscles at a high pulse frequency that makes the muscles work very rapidly, but not efficiently.
This rapid work cycle depletes blood sugar by converting it to lactic acid all in just seconds. The resulting energy loss makes it difficult to move and function. At the same time, the tiny neurological impulses that travel throughout the body to direct muscle movement are interrupted. This causes disorientation and loss of balance and leaves the attacker in a passive and confused condition for several minutes. Still, there is no significant effect on the heart and other organs. A simple touch by the stun gun for three to five seconds delivers a high voltage, low amperage shock, causing loss of balance and muscle control, confusion, and disorientation. Full recovery takes about five to ten minutes.
Cheryl thrashed about, heaving, panting, sweating, peeing. Her abductor bastard finished his task of undoing her pants and taking them down.The two unrestrained kids beside the stricken, twitching Cheryl wept and clung to one another.
Although it was a risk, Kam undid the teen's bindings at her ankles. He then lay his body on her, pressing his mouth to her ear.
"Don't move, don't kick, don't piss me off whatsoever, and I won't shove that item up your cunt!"
Cheryl melted. This was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to her, more than farting out loud while giving a speech before the whole student body!
The man licked her ear, then placed his equally foul tongue into her mouth for a long, deep, passionate kiss. He eventually pulled away and sat up from her. His cock remained pressed up against her pussy, his eyes drank the young teen in, his hands roamed her body.
He motioned to the two kids to get to the foot of the bed--and watch.
The man then positioned himself in the typical lovemaking position, Missionary. He took the head of his cock and rubbed it up and down the girl's gash. "Who you had bone you?" he asked.
Cheryl gulped, she could hardly breathe, barely concentrate.
The man clicked the device in his hand to activate it, Cheryl jumped, her neck muscles tightened up. Squeezing her eyes tight, she blurted out, "Brad! Brad fucked me, God damn you--" and a flurry of other obscenities were expelled.
"Who's Brad?" he asked, "Boyfriend?"
The girl screwed up her face, she shook her head side to side, wisps of hair pasted to her.
"My brother, you fucker!"
Kam was pleased, through some dire duress, Cheryl blurted out among a flurry of obscenities that when she was twelve, she let her brother who was fourteen fuck her. For a price. His allowance and her chores. Subsequent fucks that came after had the boy with a condom. The last fuck had been the previous summer. The fear of getting pregnant frightened her.
"Do you suck him?"
"Yes, you son-of-a-bitch!"
Kam smiled down to her, she wriggled on the bed, she had peed and soiled it. That was okay, Kam would deal with her later about that. For the moment, he mounted the fuckable girl and guided his wicked schlong into her. The two naked kids behind them had to watch the penetration...
The boy, Mitch, was commanded to "reach up and rub" his ass. Cheryl had to open her legs WIDE. Young Beth Banely had to come up onto the bed and lay down. Then, while the nude man fucked the teen girl, he reached over and fingered Beth's pussy.
At length the bastard man rolled off of the teen girl, then motioned for the boy to come crawl up. The boy had no choice, to obey and have a boner. By the man's nods, the boy positioned himself onto the teen girl and proceeded to slip his pre-teen dinky into the teen twat. While he did so, the nude man caressed his ass as he pumped.
"Reach over," said the man, "finger her pussy."
The boy somehow had managed to curtail his emotions, but he was tight all over, pursed lips, and everything else 'cept emotional outburst. Slowly he reached over and began fingering Beth's poon. Beth tightened up some, squeezed up her pretty face and also managed to hold off from outbursts.
Mitchell humped, pumped, and got into the act of fucking. The nude man rubbed the boy's ass, poking and probing into the boy's hole, clutching the lad's nuggets up through his legs, humping on the side of the distraught teenage girl...
"I'm peeing!" exclaimed the boy. He was still humping and thrashing about some on top of Cheryl. The nude man with a raging boner squeezed the boy's ass harder, spanking it some and shoving a finger DEEP into the boy's tight rectum. Mitchell freaked out, eyes fluttering, mind in warp drive ecstasy, his cock "peeing" while fucking.
The intense moment lasted mere moments. The boy's pumping slowed and virtually collapsed onto the nude teenager. Kam caressed the boy's ass, parted his cheeks and positioned himself to see the boy's dick pulsing in Cheryl's cunny--gobs of cum streamed out of the cunny.
The boy was totally spent, exhausted. Kam rolled the lad to him, laying him on his backside. The boy couldn't move. Kam fondled the boy's cock and balls, working his little pudding that was quickly going soft.
Cheryl breathed hard, weeping some, twisting her arms as she was at her limit of being so restrained. Kam rolled over the boy and positioned himself onto the girl, resting his pulsing member against her sopping wet entrance. But hungrily, he looked to the girl laying still beside her, them; Beth.
Cheryl opened her legs and received her abductor's cock. He was not rough but gently slid himself in and out, sometimes pulling all the way out then humping her tingling cunny. Cheryl tried once more to rebuke in some way the man's assault on her body. She knew it was fruitless, the man had her--she was tied up, she was already naked...
Despite the outrageous manner of being raped, Cheryl DID find some manner of tingling joy. She tried denying herself the sensation, her nipples perked up and her pussy demanded stringent humping. Usually she did so with a rough fingering (from herself), sticking her cunny up to the faucet in the bathtub--turning the water on full blast. She also was a vegetable fucker.
Her rapist humped her into oblivion. She shuddered and trembled all over and discovered that she was cumming. There was no stopping the torrent of orgasm once it began. She humped back. She wanted fucked. She wanted spanked, peed on, and seriously humped until she couldn't stand it.
Her lover humped her, grinding against her, rubbing and gyrating himself all about her bringing her to the brink of orgasmic bliss such as the like she had never had before. She came. A torrent of love cream mingled with the man's love cream--she shuddered and felt completely and utterly weak.
*
Sounds awoke her, her arms hurt terribly, her mouth was dry, her mind--frapped. She heard what sounded like rain, thunder there was, too. There, also, was the sound of something slapping? Her mind was too far gone, her pussy itched and she needed to pee.
There was little light, her neck was sore and very stiff. To one side of her was the nude girl, Beth, curled up sound asleep. In the small room of the RV--the bed took up most of the room, there was the nude man sodomizing the boy--it was the man's balls slapping Cheryl heard.
There was no escape. There was only to endure. Cheryl wondered if she could. She clung to the thread of hope that so long as she wasn't too physically hurt, harmed, maimed--then she would tolerate the sexual abuse. But she fretted about the sex done unto the kids. That was a bit much.
The man suddenly stepped up his humping, his balls slapped harder, faster--he was cumming. The boy made some noises, almost whines. Cheryl couldn't see completely, the low light and the positioning of the two, but she knew what was going on just the same.
The man finally achieved his goal and was cumming, he made vocal pleasures out loud and pumped in and out of the boy's rectum for almost a minute after the initial cum-off. A very satisfied "AHHHHH" the man exclaimed and jacked the rest of his splooge onto the boy's ass.
"Suck my balls," he said, almost out of breath.
The boy gulped and could scarcely comply--his asshole was on fire. But he turned and disappeared from sight--he was on his knees. Cheryl flung her head back onto the pillow, she yearned to bring her arms down--and she definitely needed to pee.
The sound of retching and near vomiting saddened her, the boy was sucking the man's balls. Cheryl shook her head, was there no end to this horror?
Nope.
"How you doing, sweetie?" the man said, coming up and laying on her.
"Fuck you, asswipe," she bitched, "and don't fucking call me, 'sweetie', either, asshole!"
The nude man smiled to her, then brushed loose wisps of hair strands out of her face, he giggled, he smirked, he farted.
"Keep it up, sweet thing, and you'll regret it."
"I've got to pee," she returned.
The nude man sat up, straddling her waist.
"Alright," he said, he shifted himself off of her, then made a whistle sound and suddenly on the bed was the dog.
The man spoke some command in a language Cheryl deduced to be German. She saw in horror the dog come onto the bed and grip Beth's neck. Beth had come awake at all the disturbance. The nude man leaned to her,
"Don't do a thing, don't cry, don't fret, don't do a thing." It was a warning. The man then undid the bindings to Cheryl's wrists.
"Don't do a thing," he told her. Cheryl wanted to say something, a lot of things. She looked to the huge dog with his mouth about the seriously freaking in stillness child, Beth. Beth peed. She clenched and peed and was as close to death as possible.
Cheryl rubbed her wrists and arms, there was no energy whatsoever in her limbs, the nude man with a cum-dripping, dangling cock helped her into the bathroom and onto the toilet. He stood up before her,
"Suck me," he told her.
Cheryl closed her eyes, the softened member had just been freshly pulled from Mitchell's asshole. It was kind of gross.
"Suck my balls," he told her. That was better, still gross but not as funky as was the cock.
The nude man's funky cock rubbed against her face as she suckled his hairy testicles--she also had been commanded to place her hands on his ass and rub, squeeze, caress. His foul cock re-stiffened, albeit slowly.
After she had peed, as well as pooped, she was allowed into the shower. The nude man accompanied her and promptly bathed her, as she was commanded to do so unto him. Afterwards, he drilled her cunny from behind.
When the two emerged from the shower, Rollo had laid his head onto the young Beth's naked chest. The girl was petting the brutish dog, his tail wagged. (The girl was still horribly frightened, sure, but not as bad as she had been.)
"I want to be able to trust you," said the man to Cheryl.
Cheryl didn't know where it was going, not that it mattered.The man led Cheryl back to the bed. It was soiled from Beth and herself peeing on it. The man didn't seem to care and had Cheryl get back on the bed. The man clicked his fingers, and Rollo jumped off the bed and went to lay on his own bed. Cheryl was not restrained.
"Don't move off of that bed," warned the naked man. He then pulled out from under the bed one of those hidden drawers and pulled out the first girl, Kellie. Her hands and feet had been bound. She had cried herself out. She was bound hand and foot as well as gagged. Onto the bed, she was placed. Cheryl was horrified. The man undid the girl's bindings.
"It'd be very wise not to piss me off. Don't do anything on that bed but sleep. Got it?"
Cheryl, Beth, Mitchell, and Kellie nodded.
"Don't give me cause to shove this," and he showed them the stun gun he had, he activated it, too; then continued, "up your pussy, cause I will." He smiled and stepped back into the coach and into darkness.
How long the kids sat on the bed in silence wasn't known, the passage of time seemed eternity-like. Little Beth went to sleep. Mitchell finally laid down, curling up against the backside of Beth. Cheryl sat on folded legs. She had great contempt for the nude man. The gall, the audacity, the sheer unadulterated brass balls for him to do such things--kidnapping for sexual perversions.
"I have to pee," quipped the Chinese girl.
Cheryl sighed, "Don't get off the bed." The nude bastard of a man had said. She shook her head, "I-I don't know if you can." Go to the bathroom, that meant getting off the bed. Kellie looked longingly to the bathroom that was just close, but it did mean stepping off of the bed a couple of feet or so.
"Can you hold it?" asked Cheryl.
"I guess so," said a reluctant Kellie.
Just then, the sound of a vehicle came to be, pulling up fairly close to the RV. Cheryl tightened. She heard a car door open and close, and there were voices! She waited, listening, waiting. She didn't hear or feel anything from the motor home, no door opened, no voices from within.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she laid down, then inched her body over Beth and Mitchell. The window coverings for the rear windows were button security privacy leather covers. Cheryl leaned far over to find out how hard the snaps were. Hard. Biting her lip, she took a risk and gave a tug. | 3 |
112,659 | August Moone Sagas Book 5 Absolution | His bone was nearly ready to bust out of his pants, he had to get some "penetrating" relief soon or he was going to burst. He was getting no closer to finding Seth, but he was closer to getting some well-deserved nookie. After his brief encounter with the Mastiff, Forrest slithered on his way until coming to the side of a house where from an open window he heard a melodic melody.
The voice was near perfect, and young. It was worth a look. Inside was a girl's bedroom done up in a blue scheme. On the full-size bed was a girl of nine or so, her blue pleated skirt up and her blue cotton panties down. Her legs were open and she was "busy." And not with her fingers. She had a teddy bear (with a blue kerchief about its neck) and she was--well, humping the bear! She sang a song while she humped, or got humped, her young fingers about the bear's furry ass, she seemed to be in another world and only mildly into the act of humping.
Suddenly the girl stopped singing, bit her lower lip and took on a facial expression that was only akin to orgasm. She shuddered and then began a bout of undulating her entire young body. Forrest then could see that there was an "attachment" to the bear, a small four-inch "probe"--a dildo!
The girl placed her fingers about the bear "cock" and rubbed the slightly bulbous head up and down her enthralled cunt, she scooted down some on the bed, opening her legs wider and gliding the makeshift dong against her cunny as she succumbed to the ultimate desire. Did Forrest see a whimsical "smile" on the bear?
The girl, "Becky", lay the bear to one side, its little bear dick stick straight up. It was "attached" by what appeared to be a strap-on, just one for younger pussy. Becky had her undies up to mid-thigh when at the door her mother appeared. The mother smiled sweetly, "Everything okay?" she asked. Becky nodded, "Uh-huh." She was a typical child, long straight blond hair with one single braid with a blue ribbon. On both sides of her pretty head were blue berets. Perfectly straight white teeth, good posture, well-poised, and damn cute. On the walls of her blue bedroom were pictures of ponies, some were real horses while others were handmade, Becky made. There were trophies and awards for her "artistic" endeavors, she also had an award for best student, attendance, honor and so on as well as some awards for her musical talent with the flute.
The girl slid her lovely legs off of the bed and finished cinching up her panties. Her mother gently reminded her to "go wash herself" when done with the bear. The girl turned a little red but nodded and happily scooted barefooted to the hall bathroom. The mother looked at the bear with a glance and moved on. It was an opportunity Forrest wasn't willing to waste.No other sounds were there except the man's balls slapping, mixed in with a few moans and groans all from the woman.
Becky, standing by her mother's desk, had a hand up her skirt. She looked a fright, but wasn't "frightened" per se.
"Take your panties down, to your knees," called out the Intruder.
The girl gulped, looked to her mother, and there was a slight nod, 'go ahead.' Nancy nodded back and eased her blue-tinted undies to her knees. Then, on her own, she raised her skirt to reveal herself to the Intruder. The Intruder liked, and he fucked the woman beneath him more, driving her to the very brink of orgasmic oblivion.
The juices flowed. And flowed. And flowed. Torrents of orgasmic shudders seethed through her body uncontrollably. Barely could she concentrate to watch as the Intruder continued--but not with her. After some rest, the invader eased off the bed and came before Becky. His cock was limp, but not for long. He eyed the girl as he would a special dessert...
Narly and Naughty
Still reeling from what they had recently viewed, Grandpa Noah and Jason found themselves in an ultra-horny mood. The simple jerking off and fondling one another wasn't going to cut it--when they had moved safely away from the teen horse lovers, Jason "assumed" the position and spread his cheeks. Noah supplied his cock to the boy's young tender ass and entered him.
Jason leaned forward and lightly fondled his cock. Noah reached around the boy and fondled, squeezing the boy's balls and fucked the boy into sexual oblivion.
For Jason's "relief" need, Noah sucked the boy off.
Noah didn't want to stay or stray too far from the New Digs. Despite the seclusion of the underground abode and the security measures, on-site presence was better.
What you would do (if you could get away with it?)
For a moment or two (or three) they were kinda sorta lost. Noah feared it would happen, as he was not a landlubber and his internal directional finder didn't work as well as it did when at sea. Noah was a seaman, a merchant of the seas who at one time had commanded his own boat. It was time to take a breather and try to get bearings.
During this breather time, sounds were heard, people sounds. Noah and Jason made themselves scarce and listened intently to get bearings on whoever was about.
It was Jason who spied them, two teens, a boy and a girl, picking their way along with backpacks on their backs. Possible boyfriend/girlfriend. The boy was a head taller than the girl, with thick curly dark blond hair, broad-shouldered, about sixteen-ish.
The girl was a short, straight dark-haired girl, not bad looking, approximately fifteen years.
The two made their way precariously along a narrow trail on the other side of a large gully. Both seemed to be well-attired for their trek, but being teenagers trekking alone in a world still full of chaos wasn't good. They both wore jeans, the girl had an open boy's shirt with a blue tee-shirt underneath. Her breasts bounced nicely as she moved steadily along before the boy.
Suddenly, the girl slipped.
Madly she tried to catch herself, as did the boy try to catch her. The branch of the straggly pine she had slipped through her hands and smacked the boy in the face, sending him sprawling. The girl went tumbling, rolling, sliding down the rocky dirt exposed gully.
It wasn't a long roll, sixty feet or so.
It was the big rock at the bottom that was the problem. The girl clunked her head on the rock and lay in a heap. The boy called out, "Melly!" and made his way down the gully side, too. He tripped, slipped, and stumbled and nearly broke his neck getting to the near-lifeless form of the girl. He shook her and found she had a head wound. He wrapped her head with a handkerchief and did first aid. He looked around to see if there was any help about.
Noah and Jason remained hidden.
It seemed as though the girl merely had a nasty bump to the noggin. The boy fretted over the girl, checked her pulse in several places, gave her some water, and checked her head repeatedly. After a time, there was naught to do but wait. Twice he seemed to be on the verge of upping and trekking off for help, but he, like Noah and Jason, seemed to be a little disoriented (lost.)
The boy made a small fire, checked the girl, "Melly," a few more times, then napped (briefly).
Noah considered moving on, but also lending a hand in the boy's plight. Just then, the boy awoke, stretched, farted, and stepped just to the boundary of the firelight. He took a whiz.
When he came back, he checked the girl again, sighed, and his hand "accidentally" brushed against her right breast mound. The boy, "Randy," paused. He seemed nervous. He gulped and stared at the girl's chest for a long while. Darkness was descending quickly, and the boy was going nowhere in the dark.
Timidly, keeping an eye on the girl's face, Randy worked his hands down the girl's body, checking her legs and so on. He raised her pants' legs and could see scrapes and bumps, bruises, etc. The shoes were undone and removed.
Randy once more moved his hands up to the girl's thighs. He paused, gulped, and gently-ever so gently gave a light squeeze to the girl's groin. No reaction from Melly (Melody) whatsoever. She was deeply unconscious.
The boy then undid the jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping.
Gently he pulled the flaps back. Then sat back with his hands on his own thighs. In his mind, he was going over and over, contemplating his actions. Nothing happened for several minutes. Then, Randy's busy hands moved up and down the girl's torso, squeezing the mounds and tensing up. Getting a little more daring, Randy's hands slipped up under the deep green tee-shirt, the shirt was moved up to expose the breasts concealed in a nice lovely teenage bra.
Randy quickly addressed the problem growing in his pants--by unzipping and unfurling his cock. Quickly he humped his hand and then--more daringly took his girlfriend's hand and wrapped her fingers about it.
Slowly his jeans and underwear were worked down, having the girl fondle his balls and then caress his bare ass. The boy rocked on his knees, he was in some agony. Some.
His actions increased tenfold as he had his unconscious sister stroke him more and more, fondle his balls as well as his ass--he locked the girl's ankles together and raised her legs. He paused to take a long gander at her in her panties, his bone becoming stronger if not stiffer. His agony increased.
At length, the girl's jeans were worked down to her ankles, followed by her panties. The unconscious girl's head was checked, gently she was shaken at the shoulders, then her breasts were fondled and soon the shirt was pulled up and the bra cups lifted up to expose the fleshy mounds of delight.
Randy's eyes went from Melly's titties to her bare naked poon. He didn't know which the "delight" in/on first. He squeezed the bare mounds firstly, tweaking the nipples--watching/waiting for any adverse reaction. Seeing none, the boy tempted fate and began fingering the girl's poon.
He spread the "lips" and Noah, with the help of the hi-tech binoculars, made the determination that she was NOT a virgin. Randy delved his fingers into the poon, there was slight movement, nothing conscious--just normal bodily reactions.
Randy eyed the poon, eyed it closely to the point of licking it. He spread her legs wide--wider and helped himself to tonguing the poon until his cock demanded his attention.
Out of his clothes he came, slowly. He shook the girl at her shoulders, then mounted her, easing his prick against the folds of her entrance and humping. He took a hand of Melly's and made her rub his ass. Soon he was into it too much and he raised his hips and guided his missile into her.
There was slight reaction on Melly's face, but nothing to indicate she was "waking" up. Randy paused a moment in fright. Then he began a slow and steady process of fucking.
Melly (Melody) was waking up. She was right at the brink of "awakening" but still unable to fully do so. Randy continued every effort to bring himself to the glory of glories. The boy pumped faster and faster, virtually dragging the girl's shoulders as he struggled to achieve the ultimate goal.
At last, though, he did manage, and he collapsed onto the still unconscious girl. He panted and sweated, his cock still embedded into the girl's pussy, still cumming.
With all his might, Randy finally managed to sluff himself off of the girl and roll off onto his back. Cum jutted out of his cock as well as the girl's poon. He made a moan and a groan and began to pee.
He didn't care, the stream of urine splashed onto his sweaty belly, and he didn't care. The girl beside him stirred some, moaning and groaning herself.
With all his "strength" zapped out of him, he needed several minutes to recover. Melly showed signs of coming around more and more. Randy scrambled to pull the girl's clothes up, he fumbled and didn't have time to dress himself, as Melly came around.
She was still delirious and not overly aware of what had happened.
Her clothes were rumbled and not quite "fitting" as they should be.
And Randy was still nude, with cum leaking out of his softened prick.
Randy scrambled about to clothe himself, at least to get some pants on. He fussed over the girl, she tried to sit up, rolled over to one side and vomited.
Becky trembled and shook as the manly manhood wavered stiffly before her. Her nostrils wrinkled up as there was a slight pungent odor lingering about the mighty Invader's member; small globs of man juice oozed out of the pee hole, too.
The woman on the bed looked on in some horror. "Please!" she said in a pleading voice, "Don't hurt her."
The Invader took the mother's words to heart. He had no intention of hurting little Becky.He smiled at the frightened child, but noted she was not overly frightened despite the unmitigated gall of the nude Invader masturbating before her.
He nodded to the child, but she didn't understand the unspoken "nod" command. She looked up to the tall man with serious five-o'clock shadow. He was muscular and rugged, and naked.
His hand reached out for hers, and Becky took his hand. It was placed on the 7-inch schlong before her. She stroked the member and was awed at its warmth and size. Her fingers barely could wrap about the girthy dong, and the Invader closed his hands about her young fingers, working them back and forth, squeezing the meat and slowly jerking off.
He inched closer to her face to the point of when there was contact. He rubbed his prong against her sweet face, brushing against her lips and nose and both sides of her face.
The mother, Nancy, sat on the edge of the bed watching.
With a gentle hand to the back of Becky's head, the Invader made slow penetration into her mouth. The girl trembled some but didn't unenthusiastically object. She continued to tremble and shake, but nothing more.
The taste of cock in her mouth was a first. She made several faces and clenched her young body up as inch by mammoth inch of manhood slid into her mouth. There was some gagging and retching, too.
The cock inched inward to the back of her mouth, then pulled out and rubbed on her face and throat--then back in. Just a few in and outs, and then the cock rested on the girl's face up against her, forcing the girl to nuzzle his furry testicles.
Gently he helped the girl out of her clothes, helping her step out of her panties. Once the child was nude, she was looked over. She turned about with a gentle touch to her shoulder in the direction she should turn. With her back to the Invader, the young girl bent over (on her own) and spread her cheeks for the man's viewing.
And he did view. On his knees, he splayed the girl's cheeks and examined closely her backdoor--with his eyes and then his fingers and then his tongue. The mother remained sitting on the edge of the bed.
Up against the girl's bare bum, the Invader's cock came, humping the flesh and dragging itself up and down the young crack, poking the hole.
"She's not been done there," spoke a quivering voice from the mother.
The Invader took it to note, he pressed himself against the girl's bum hole, dragging up and down the crack before turning her around and taking her to the bed. He looked to the mother, and just by the look, the mother helped.
Nancy held (but not too hard) her daughter Becky down on the bed, positioning her mostly. The Invader up against the bed, bringing young Becky against him, his manhood against her fuckable cunt. In the dim light of the room, the girl looked lovely. He almost smiled.
The Invader's cock was significantly "bigger" than the strap-on on the bear. Gently, though, he made slight penetration to the girl's poon. Becky's legs parted, coming up alongside the man's chest. Penetration was done slowly, very slowly. A time or two, the schlong's head eased out and grinded against the soft suppleness of the hairless poon.
This was done repeatedly, each "penetration" had the cock going further inward until there was much resistance, the fullness of the cock in the young tightness of the cunny had been met. She could take no more.
The Invader had no intention of seriously injuring the girl, he braced against the bed and began a steady bout of fucking. The girl's mother holding her slightly distraught child at bay, it was far different getting laid by a man's dick than it was a bear's!
The cum drenched the girl's pussy, inside and out. When the cock popped out of the young hairless twat, a long strand of cum exploded from the piss slit of the Invader, shooting up along the girl's body. The man continued fucking until he was well drained.
Barely was there any strength, he went to his knees and began diddling his fingers in his spunk, fingering the girl's pussy and then plunging his cum-laden finger(s) into her super tight still virginal asshole. He had the girl turn over.
His hands smoothed over the smooth butt, a little spanking that wasn't hard. The cheeks were pried apart, and his tongue once more lashed her rim.
"Do you want to shower?" asked the woman.
Forrest looked to her, the situation was very strange. He knew he should be on his guard, but it didn't feel like a set-up. "A shower would be nice."
The woman came with, the girl went to her own bathroom.
The woman washed the Invader, the Invader let her and washed her, penetrating her backdoor and driving deep. It was quite an event, the shower was just big enough, but precarious with only a tile floor.
At one point, the woman was pressed against the wall with her legs about her Invader's waist, being deeply hammered. Forrest took note that they were no longer alone; the sliding glass door of the shower revealed the presence of another--Becky.
She had finished her shower and had come to sit on the toilet. She wore a fresh pair of clean panties (and nothing else.) Forrest opened the door and continued putting it to the girl's mother until he was well spent.
She slept soundly, her back to him, just a sheet over her. The window was open, and a light breeze wafted in. In the distance somewhere, a siren wailed. Leaning against the door jam, he watched the girl sleeping, his mind raced with odd thoughts of how it couldn't be happening.
"I have dinner ready for you," the voice of Nancy spoke calmly from behind. She wore only her bathrobe. Forrest wore a spare one but didn't bother to close it.
Dinner consisted of mac & cheese with smothered fried chicken, corn-on-the-cob, a helping of spinach, a glass of wine, and fresh fudge. Forrest ate and wondered if the food was spiked.
Seeing his confusion, the woman (Nancy) offered some insight.
It was still confusing, but; apparently, with all the outlandish sexual deviancy running rampant through the land and no end in sight, no one safe, Nancy concluded that the only sensible thing to do would be to give in--including that giving in of her young daughter.
It seemed unconscionable for a mother to submit, let alone that submission of her daughter under ten years of age! But the outlandish sexual depravity ravaging the land was far worse. Nancy thought it better that they be prepared, that Becky be receptive to a man's cock.
It sort of made sense.
Sort of. It was still odd, but oh well.The girl was close to tears, sobbing some and not sure what to expect. In some of the news reports, the debauchery was very violent. She nodded that she hadn't sucked her brother. The look on the boy's face confirmed that she hadn't.
"Have you EVER given a boy a blow job?"
That was different. She had. A boyfriend.
Her asshole was virginal, but not her pussy. She had been laid when merely twelve, screwing a boy at her school on a dare. She wasn't a slut, though; only "once in a while" with her regular boyfriend.
Randy was kinda bemused. He had no idea.
Randy was asked Q&A, too.
He lied. He was a virgin. He was an avid hand humper and a bed humper. Noah held off asking if the boy had a desire for young stuff.
Despite the horror and terror of the situation, Melly fondled her brother's nads and stroked his bone--then engulfed the member into her mouth and did a satisfactory job of sucking it.
Randy got into it; temporarily forgetting the sordid situation. He humped his sister's sweet face like never before. Well, he had never before really had--but had always dreamed of doing so. His cock popped out of her mouth and humped her face. The girl jerked him and when he was at full mast, the command "FUCK" came once more.
Melody was not quite overwhelmingly willing to spread her legs for her brother, but--she did so anyways. The rash of rashness spreading across the nation and beyond caused a new furor of thought in the general populace. Whereas there had been modesty and morals and such instilled upon the American families, the new rhetoric had created a new thought, new notions of more congenial acceptance tolerating some sexual deviancy.
So the concept of taking on one's sibling was not too far out of whack. It was only reluctantly met as there was an "armed" audience in the midst. But once Randy's prong slithered into place, Melly cared less and allowed herself to be wholeheartedly fucked.
And Randy wholeheartedly obliged.
He wished he would have paid more attention to the town's landmarks, and in the dark it was even worse. There was no longer any martial law in place, but there was a curfew. It mostly was aimed at the young people, adults were still allowed, but subject to being pulled over just the same--or at the very least tailed.
Forrest drove Nancy's car, he told her vaguely where he wanted to go and she helped with some information. In the backseat, little Becky slept soundly still.
It wasn't for certain that the three he sought would be where he had last seen them. They had no real reason to. They were spooky anyways, but still--Forrest felt there was something.
At the lee side of Town, a large open field there was. Driving slow with the lights off, Forrest scanned the intently for the leaning dead tree, the pile of tires, and other "unnotable" landmarks.
He left the car and struck out to seek on his own. He waited in the darkness to listen to the car, to see if the strange woman would just take off. He didn't understand her, a little, he knew the land was changing, the morals and all were being unchiseled. The American way of life was becoming degraded.
Bright moonlight illuminated his way, it had been a while since he had last seen Wednesday, Pugsly, and Eddy the wolf boy. They were somewhere. He hoped they had not been "captured" or anything. He was having enough difficulties locating Seth.
A pile of cinderblocks, some cans, a broken toilet, the remains of a sofa were "signs", indications of indicating; an unspoken form of telling the tale of someone in hiding.
His senses became acute, alerting him to the presence of someone just as such--in hiding.
Then again, as he moved closer and the moonlight brightly shone revealing the landscape, they were not actually "in hiding."
He remained quite still, he didn't see the boy, Pugsly. But there was the strange girl, Wednesday. She appeared to be nude, she was on her hands and knees, her twisted braids swishing as her young body was jolted. Her young body was jolted as behind her, mounting her was a dog--a wolf.
At the last moment, as the wolf boy sped up his boning her, Wednesday looked up to the direction of the "hidden" Forrest. Forrest caught a whiff of something foul. Using perceptive eyesight, he saw out of the corner of his eye Pugsly, in the weeds and town debris, jerking off, grinning, and jerking off.
Surprisingly, Nancy was still where she had last been. Becky was still asleep. Nancy didn't seem too alarmed to see Forrest coming out of the darkness with three children in tow. Eddy the Wolf Boy had shape-changed back to boy, he was nude. Pugsly still grinned and still sported a major boner. Wednesday had dressed. "It is good to see you," she had said to Forrest as he came to her in the field, and Eddy dismounted. He had watched her collect her clothing and dress. He wanted to apologize for his tardiness but said nothing.
At the car, they all piled in and returned to Nancy's house.
The kids were hungry. Nancy served them, Forrest carried Becky into her room--and lightly fondled her in her sleep. A sudden sweep of tiredness seethed over him and he curled up with the naked child and slept.
To say the least--overkill. All along their trek, they didn't know what to expect; there were horror stories raging in their young minds, some of the sexual debauchery exploding in the daily newscasts gave tragic endings. Melly and her brother Randy didn't care what happened to them, so long as they could live through it and weren't too terribly harmed physically.
But that said maybe. The two were escorted through the dark by two armed men, an old man and his grandson (supposed). The situation was far from congenial. Melly didn't mind (or seem to) that she had to "service" her own brother. That was almost a given in the "new day and age", brothers and sisters had long since being doing naughty things with and to each other, in the new age it was almost a mandate that before brothers and sisters, of whatever age, reached teen hood they would have had some sort of sexual relationship. Either orally or otherwise.
Girls as young as ten were being prescribed new Pills to keep them from getting knocked up. It was still somewhat of a taboo, though, for other members of the family to engage with the children, as it was for "strangers" to be naughty in any way with young children. But, it was merely frowned on and not overly cause for arrest and/or jail time.
The new laws for the new (sexual) age were vague and only in the beginning stages. What was kidnapping, rape, assault, sexual deviancy, child porn? All sexual deviancy was being overhauled. It was a new era. What was once not tolerable by mainstream conscious people in the norm was eroding to become more tolerable--with some limits. Some.
Melly and Randy walked along a narrow-narrow trail--but naked, two hours into darkness. Twice they were stopped and held at gunpoint by the teenage boy while the old man went off into the darkness. Three times they backed up along the trail. Exhaustion and the real threat of getting seriously fucking lost crept among them all.
At last, though, Randy and Melly were halted and blindfolded. Why the blindfold was unknown and confusing. There was no way either one of the teens could tell authorities where they had been.
There was some more walking, stumbling, falling, near breaking neck, and finally coming to realize descending some steps. There was an air change. There was some music in the air, a breath of warm air, the presence (or sounds of) of others.
The blindfolds were not removed for some time. The teens were separated. Melly feared for Randy, Randy feared for Melly. When he asked about her, he was virtually ignored--until coming to realize he was in a room of some kind.
The okay to remove the blindfold was given.
There was a little disorientation, confusion reigned supreme. A fresh cold soda was given to him, along with a peanut butter sandwich. The room was small, and oval-shaped. It was merely seven feet at the apex (ceiling), a smooth stone floor with many fur rugs and throw rugs for cushioning. Carpet remnants were about, too. No windows. One door. Light was from some recessed caches in the smooth stone walls. There was a mattress with some bedding, no frame. A sofa with no legs, too.
He didn't get it. Not really. Confusion still reigned. The door he investigated, he wasn't restrained in any way. The door was oval, partially wooden with bands of steel strappings. The door "rolled" into a recess in the threshold/door jam. After being left alone, Randy tried with all his might to budge said door. But it didn't happen. He was a prisoner.
There was some fret about Melly. Why had they been separated? Was she alright? He kept the horrible notion of what was probably happening to her to the back of his mind. He worried a little about his own fate.
Then there was a clamor at the round door, it rolled partially open and a girl about twelve came to be. She was nude. She was pretty and she was Chinese. Randy's cock quickly surged, he concealed himself in some modesty and the girl was "pushed" into the room by the teen boy who had brought him.
The door closed and Randy was alone with the nude Chinese girl.
Her head hurt terribly, her shins and feet equally took turns at being enraged with pains. Deep concern there was for her welfare; concern, too, for her missing brother. Like him, she worried as to why they had been separated. She worried about herself, what was to become of her? She figured she was kidnapped for the purposes of being a sex slave. She didn't cotton to that notion one bit. She didn't know what to expect, though, she had been served a cold soda and a grilled cheese sandwich.Her "dungeon/cell" was not unlike her brother's, just down the hall.
Presently, there was noise at the round door, and a young boy, approximately twelve or so, stood naked. The teenage boy who had been with the old man gently pushed the boy in. The teenage boy was nude and no longer carried his rifle. The preteen boy stepped in. He was a little embarrassed and held his hands at his nakedness.
"We have to do it," he said kind of meekly.
"Oh?" said Melody. "Do it? As in..."
"Yes," answered the boy with his head lowered.
Melly looked to the door. "Uhm," she didn't understand, "uhm, like how--"
The boy pointed up to a rounded corner; Melly looked and saw a small red indicator light. "A video camera?" she said aloud.
"I guess so," the boy shrugged.
"W-what happens if we DON'T do it?"
The boy nervously tugged at the dog collar around his neck. He pushed away some of his long, straggly blond hair. Melly could see in the dim light a small square something attached to the collar. The collar was tight, very tight. The skin was rubbed raw where it was about the boy's neck. Melly understood, sort of. She chewed her lip thoughtfully, sighed, and turned to the one bare mattress.
Slowly, the naked twelve-year-old boy (Rick) followed. Melly sat on the mattress and paused. Her mind began to blank out, on purpose. Too many thoughts had begun to rush into her mind; in a small way, she sort of kind of had wanted something narly to happen to her--no fool in their right mind would traipse off into the woods just after a rash of mysterious, unexplained kidnappings/disappearances on a jaunt/whim. She kind of had hoped to catch her brother jerking off and therefore open up the topic of sex, and that would lead to them possibly having sex. She wouldn't have minded, not really.
Timidly, she reached out and pulled away the boy's hand concealing his cock. It was already partially "engorged." Melly smiled and gently, ever so gently, pulled on the puddling; she cupped and gently squeezed the testicles, and quickly there was an instant reaction--a grand stiffy indeed!
Melly noted another red indicator light in another "corner" of the oval room, getting a different angle. Who was behind this, the old man? Why? To get their kicks? Was she going to be visited by the Old Man? What was happening to Randy? Where there little girls like the little boy in wherever the hell they were?
Striving to blank her mind more, Melody leaned in and partook of Rick's dick. It was warm in her mouth, and she quickly called up how not so long ago she had sucked off on her brother's cock. It had been forced by the old man toting the shotgun, but still.
She sucked and sucked, and the cock grew some in her mouth.
She kind of figured there were probably young girls in the complex, and Randy was fucking them. He probably fucked them willingly. She was vaguely aware that he jerked off--he was a boy, for one, and ALL boys jerked off.
She felt that the young boy in her mouth was ready to explode. It was time. She lay back on the mattress, opening her legs. The boy looked up and down her lovely nude teen body and put himself against her. He guided his cock into her pussy on his own and seemingly knew what to do. He was "experienced." Melly figured he wasn't her first.
An eleven-year-old came in nextly, she was a little frightened, more so than the first girl, the Chinese girl. And speaking of which, another Chinese girl came after as well. Finally, though, a girl more in tune to his own age came, equally naked--but not as frightened.
After they had fucked and romped on the mattress, the teenage girl gave some insight to Randy about what was happening. It was done in whispers as the teen girl, Kristy, didn't know if she was allowed to spill.
Just how many "captives" there were, Kristy didn't know; she had lost track and assumed that "others" had probably been brought in, too. Randy asked about his sister, Melody. Kristy didn't know her but assumed and also told that she was probably "receiving" all the boys.
"If you don't do what you're told--" Kristy stopped, searching for the right words to explain, "well, it's just better if you do."
"Where are we? What's going on?"
Kristy didn't know what to tell him, she didn't know what to tell herself. She shook her head, though she was really kind of pretty, she looked a little tired. For Randy, it was overload; everyone naked, all the sex. It was overload.
Kristy appeared nervous. "Just don't make any waves or try to escape or anything," Kristy warned. She left the confused boy, and he sat alone for several minutes before a new girl arrived.
Strange Beginnings (a flashback)
Wednesday peered out the window, waiting. A length of cording in her hand was starting to make her hand cramp. She smiled to herself. Suddenly, there was movement at the end of the walk... yes! It was Pugsley, her brother. She watched as he bounced along the walkway between the hedges. Almost time--almost.
Pugsley came to a stop; glancing down, he saw a small "x" chalked on the walkway ahead of him. He paused, glancing up without moving his head. Yes, there...behind that window....a mischievous grin spread over his face. He stepped over the mark. Wednesday released her cord. Swish! The huge, blunt hammer swung past Pugsley, just brushing his shoulders. (Even the tiny hairs of his 1950s-style buzz cut were moved!)
He turned to watch whimsically as the huge bludgeoning wooden hammer swung back and forth on the end of a slender cable over the walkway until it stopped. Looking to the window, he saw that his young sibling had vanished.
He took another step to race up to the 2nd floor of their ramshackled mansion when suddenly there was a "swish." He stood very still as there was a "swoosh" that followed. Quickly, he bounded forward along the walk. Behind him, a great "ax" swished to and fro on a cable similar to the great hammer's cording. "Good, Wednesday, damn good!" he grinned and scurried off to pound on her.
There was a cool breeze to his backside; the ax had neatly sliced a three-inch piece off the seat of his pants. "Damn good!" he decreed. He hopped over the hedges and made his way through the family graveyard and dead trees, then a secret way of his into the house that was between the walls.
Once reaching the second floor, he easily crept out and, despite his hefty size, he was light on his feet. He felt a sudden urge, though, to fart. Only the great grandfather clock down the grim hallway made any noise. He suspected his sister was waiting for him...somewhere.
He blew the fart, pulling his cheeks open to release the funky. He wished he had been able to do it in school--he could clear the whole place!
On his way to his room, he stopped outside the door to Wednesday's room. "Better bring in your ax, Sis," he said to the closed door. The door opened a crack. Wednesday's somber, pale face peeked out. "What ax?" Pugsley giggled. "Come on, let's set it up again!"
Wednesday was all for it.
The two children dashed over to the window. Pugsley reached up and pulled down the cord, raising the ax. Wednesday pushed a wire out the window and caught the cable, pulling it back, then reset the catch. Once it was set, Pugsley tied off the cable, ready for the next try.
Wednesday walked around behind her brother and noticed the missing material in his trousers. She paused to gander at the bare flesh and the fact that she had succeeded in removing several layers of skin.
Quickly, she formed a fist with her thumb sticking out; she jammed it between the exposed cheeks. Pugsley jumped, almost falling through the window. He whirled around, staring at his sister.
"That's called a goose," Wednesday said, almost smiling.
Pugsley grinned and looked semi-lustfully at his sister. "Can I try it?"
"Why not?" Wednesday sneered. "It's your ass!" She turned and left the room to make way to the bathroom--to wash her thumb.
He awoke with what would be a slight "buzz" but not induced by beer or other forms of hard drinking. His tummy, too, was a little perplexed--giving him to seriously consider the notion that he HAD been poisoned. Maybe not, it could be nerves, a sign of age, some worry--the beginnings of an ulcer.
Beside him, the little wonder still slept. Lawn sprinklers sounded off outside the open window. Orange blossoms scented the air. All seemed serene. Was it?
Becky didn't stir, she slept soundly--very soundly. Lightly, he touched her, lightly he rested his hand on her bare hip. His stomach rumbled, and he felt a new urge taking precedent. 'Gotta go.'
Slowly, he left the bed and made his way quickly to the hall bathroom.
A shower to awaken himself came next. He needed to shave and do other personal hygienic things; he paused a moment and then helped himself, he'd reimburse Nancy later.
Nancy met him in the hall, just missing him in the shower. She seemed a little concerned, almost worried. She wore a beige robe; it was closed, and she seemed to be debating with herself whether to open or not.
Forrest told her of his using her personal items; he apologized and promised to replace what he used. Nancy didn't know what to make of him, he was certainly not quite like the newscasts had depicted of the sexual terrorists ravaging the land.
"I'll make us some breakfast," she said with an almost wavering voice. She had just been in checking on her daughter. She moved past Forrest, paused a half moment, then moved on to the kitchen.
Forrest remained in the hall.
Wednesday. Wednesday and the Wolf boy, and her brother, Pugly, Pugsley...??
Hearing some noises took him to a room at the end of the hall. A guest room. He paused outside the closed door, hearing what sounded like science-fictiony electrical jolts.
Carefully, very carefully, he cracked the door to peek within.On the bed was the pudgy boy, Pugsley. Naked. His hands were tied to the bed posts. His legs were splayed open with his ankles, too, tied to the foot posts. Attached to his testicles were something like electrodes, on closer inspection - it was a pair of alligator clips. The clips had wires attached to them, and they were connected to a small black box.
The box sat on a small table nearby. Wednesday stood there, and she was cranking it. Where the wolf boy "Eddie" was was unknown, he was out of sight. Wednesday cranked and cranked the little crank on the black box - she was clothed. She cranked and cranked, and then stopped. On the bed, Pugsley fidgeted and seemed a little worried.
On the box, there was a switch for releasing the cranked energy Wednesday had cranked into it. "Ready?" she asked in a monotone voice. She didn't really care if he was ready or not. Pugsley nodded with an almost sly grin. Wednesday flicked the switch, releasing the stored energy, and Pugsley twitched.
He also seemed to be smoldering a bit. Electricity danced across his teeth and eyes. He twitched and contorted oddly until all the stored energy had been released.
Surprisingly, it didn't kill him.
And surprisingly, too, he had an erection.
"See?" said Wednesday, "I told you it would give you a boner!"
The girl, though appearing to be polite and dressed in a Victorian-style paisley period attire of a time long gone and never to return, stepped up to the bed. She began to undo the clips from her brother's testicles. She was almost smiling.
So was her brother.
He shook his buzz-cut head, "No, leave them, put some more on, do it again!" He was grinning big, and his sister obliged him.
Clips were attached to Pugsley's nipples, one to his tongue, another to the head of his penis. Wednesday paused as she thought deeply about something.
"Whath?" asked Pugsley.
Wednesday wasn't saying, she passed it on and went to the small black box, cranking it.
More confusing flashbacks...
He was surrounded. He was new, so being surrounded was a given. She watched for a moment, then lingered. She had been surrounded once or twice herself. Her sheer creepiness thwarted those who had surrounded her the first time, the presence of her overbearing thuggish brother dispersed the second surrounding.
Suddenly, the group of boys began running in terror. The boy they had surrounded was no longer a boy, but a dog - and a pissed-off one, too. What kind of dog was unknown, but it chased after the boys who had surrounded him until adults came, one with a fire extinguisher.
The "dog" fled to the bushes surrounding the school and disappeared.
Wednesday waited, but saw no sign of the dog or the boy. She went on to her class. It was English, and therefore more interesting than the claptrap American History rhetoric. She wasn't too enthused with math, either. Biology and science she liked, but not math or History.
Although the poetry reading was one of her favorite dark theorists of a dark and gloomy period in American literature, Wednesday found herself with thoughts of the new boy she had seen. He was new, he wasn't in any of her classes, but by his general appearance, he could only be in a grade level equal to or less than hers, but not much less.
She was called on, and for the first time, she stammered. She didn't know the reply to what the teacher had presented her. But unlike other students who would flub, no one laughed. She was a creepy girl, she had no "friends" or even associates. Even the dweebette girls shied away from her.
She didn't mind, though, she preferred to be alone.
After class, it was lunch. She met her brother, and they ate alone. Unlike Wednesday, Pugsley had friends - it was his girthy size and congenial attitude that made him likeable. He had once been surrounded by other boys when he first came to the schoolyard - but one raunchy gut-busting butt blast warmed them up - after they finished puking.
He was a prankster and went out of his way to make life miserable for others, especially the faculty staff. Small fires, burning sacks of poo, offensive odors in the air conditioning system, exchanging apple juice for urine, and tacks in the chairs.
"Did you see the new boy?" Wednesday asked her brother.
"New boy?" he asked back. "Nope, I was busy," he said with a devilish grin. "Don't worry about afternoon math class," he added. Wednesday shook her head; inside, though, she was smiling. She hated math with a purple pissing passion. She'd do anything to avoid it. And when she couldn't manage it on her own, she had her deranged brother to arrange some sort of catastrophe.
After lunch, he went on his way. Wednesday made her way to her favorite oak, it was nearly dead and leaned to one side. The school was too poor to have it done away with and posted signs about it, warning the school children to stay clear of it.
Wednesday sat down, somewhat out of sight of prying eyes (of faculty mostly), and brought out her favorite book of dark and dreary poems of a most gothic nature.
"Skies lit with five-pointed stars the work of crafts surpassing sin, skin flushed with absinthe, her eyes revealed, as brackens peak tried once concealing hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot, where they fell.....
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight, for seven days and seven festival nights, she watches from a maypole, on the tip of her tongue, the restless spirit of a Christmas to come."
She looked up from her reading as she saw movement. Something narly filled the air, detestable. She thought she heard what sounded like a low guttural growl. She was not in any fear. When moments passed and nothing more, she returned to her reading.
"What wicked wonders lie within the confines, spawned scorned, abhorned by the aerial, she was the light of the world going out, war-torn, forlorn and malarial; she was found unloosed, the chain of her god-given cross seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid in innocence, a tender legend of prey, paraded her second coming."
Out of the shrubbery came the boy. His long, straggly hair receding back into his body, returning him to a more semblance of a human form. He still looked odd, his clothing attire almost as odd as her own. His hairstyle was somewhat strange, strangely shaped and/or styled. He was small for his size and/or age, she guessed him to be ten, like herself.
The boy picked up his books and looked around, making eye contact with Wednesday. Their eyes locked, and the boy realized something of a "friend" in the strange girl. He was still apprehensive and didn't advance.
Wednesday stood, smoothing out her dress at her butt. She remained still and sublime, her face stoic and giving off no semblance of any signs whatsoever.
Finally, the boy gave in, and he advanced up the small hill to the girl.
"That was a good way to get rid of them," Wednesday said to him, "they probably won't bother you again." Probably, but maybe.
The boy was a little astounded and rolled his eyes about, trying to think of something to say to defend himself.
"Do you have rabies?" she asked.
The boy wanted to get defensive at the remark, "NO!" he almost shouted.
"Too bad," smirked the girl.
"What do you like to play?" Pugsley asked. The long, almost boring day at school had ended with exploding frogs from the science lab. The stench and putrid frogs from formaldehyde cleared the school, successfully disrupting Wednesday's afternoon math class.
"How about 'Electric Chair'? I LIKE that one," Pugsley said way too enthusiastically. Wednesday shook her head. "How about 'Dungeon'?"
"That's a good one too," Pugsley said, clapping his hands.
The new boy was glad to be out of school early, he had no desire to go "home" either, like his new friends Wednesday and Pugsley. He didn't live too far away from where they did and eagerly accompanied them. He was even new to the city, he didn't explain where exactly he had come from, but he had come to live with extended relatives. Wednesday and Pugsley were in the same boat, living with demented, out-of-touch "other" relatives.
Wednesday took Eddie's hand. "I'm so glad you came along, and since it is a Friday night, would you like to spend the night?"
After a phone call to an aged great uncle and a brief conversation with Wednesday's aunt for clearance, the three youngsters headed downstairs.
The mansion was not a modern-day abode, it was rundown and gothic, although the primary residents were not totally into the gothic mode - it was more in tune with the antique mode. Paintings, tapestries, statues, furniture, and the typical castle adornments were scattered all about the interior - and even exterior.
The lack of money prevented the aunt and uncle from keeping the place "tidy," so it fell into minor disrepair. It suited Wednesday and didn't bother Pugsley.
One of the paintings in a dark hall on their way to the basement entrance depicted two gallant knights dueling with fencing swords.
"Do you fence?" asked Wednesday.
"Only when there's a full moon," Eddie replied.
Wednesday smiled.
"Yeah, I fence all over the place on a full moon!" Eddie smiled back.
The three children bounced down the stairs to a questionable basement. It was Wednesday and Pugsley's "playroom." Eddie looked around at the equipment and smiled. "Kewl beans!"
"I'm first!" Pugsley shouted. The sound was muffled by the walls, which were covered with ancient Persian carpeting. Wednesday nodded. "Then I get to choose the game," she said firmly. She pointed at an upright post with chains and manacles. "The Post!" Pugsley grinned, "Cool!"
"Take off your shirt," Wednesday instructed. Pugsley eagerly complied. Wednesday latched the manacles around her brother's wrists, then pulled the chains through a loop, tugging Pugsley's arms up over his head.Pugsley faced the post, his naked back toward the other two. Wednesday perused the selection on a rack. It was dimly lit in the basement, kind of dank, dark, and dreary, and just right! Eddie hung back, waiting and watching. He felt very much at home.
Wednesday chose a cat-of-nine-tails from the rack and swung it experimentally. "Ready?" she asked. Pugsley nodded. Wednesday swung the whip.
CRACK! The lashes slapped Pugsley's back with a nice snap. Eddie could see red welts forming on the first smack.
"Oh! Yes!" Pugsley gasped. It was akin to an orgasm, almost as good. "That's good. Do it again!"
Wednesday was only too happy to comply.
CRACK! CRACK! Pugsley clung to the post, almost fucking it. He clenched as the whip tried to skin him. It was orgasmic, it was!
Wednesday handed the whip to Eddie. "Want to give it a try?"
Eddie shrugged and joined in. He took the whip but was obviously a beginner.
"Here," Wednesday said, as she stood behind him, guiding his arm through a proper swing. The boy felt her body against his, her breath on his neck, and the warmth of her hand on his. A stirring began in his groin. It was all he could do to concentrate on what he was doing.
"Like this," she said firmly. The whip flew through the air, cracking sharply against Pugsley's skin. "Ahhhhgh!" gasped Pugsley. "Another!"
Wednesday stepped back away from Eddie. He glanced back at her. Was that a flush on her face, or was she just excited from the activity? He turned his attention back to the matter at hand. He swung the whip, and it snapped against Pugsley's bare skin again. "Unngh! Goddamn, that was fucking-a righteous one!" Pugsley squirmed against the chain.
"Now it's my turn," Wednesday said. "I want to do the wheel."
Wednesday smiled a devilish smile. She was wicked. | 3 |
112,685 | A Trip to Remember | He was right, it WAS a tower. It became clearer as they came around the hill and to a more flat area of the forest. There was a clearing, and the only structure around as far as they could see was a tower. A single castle-like tower stretching up some 100 feet or so. No doors seemed to be about the thing, just a single window way up at the top.
"How odd," said Alice.
"Can you see it?" Hunter asked. (She was supposed to be blind.)
"I suppose I can," she replied.
"Oh? Can-can you see me, the forest?"
Alice looked to him, her face was curiously askew, she looked all around her, then shook her head. "No, only the tower."
Hunter chanced it and stepped up to the tower, he knocked. Seemed like the thing to do. "Hello? Hello, anyone home?"
No one answered his call. He wrinkled his nose, then turned and leaned against the cold natural stones. He stared at Alice, she WAS pretty, pretty naked! He liked looking at her, it helped push away just how hungry he was.
Suddenly, the both of them smelt something. Something good! FOOD!
Both children licked their lips and looked all about.
"Where is it coming from?" Alice quipped.
"I don't know, but we're going to find out. Come on!" And with that, he grabbed her hand and practically pulled her along in a maddening search of sustenance.
A house. A house there be. Made of wood and brick, there was a chimney with puffs of smoke billowing out of it. A garden on one side, a wash line out behind, flowers and roses here and there; a quaint abode.
Hunter checked the wash; sheets. No clothes. He wondered how the occupant of the house would feel with he and Alice waltzing up butt bare assed naked!? Could Hunter propose some lame ass story? Or would it matter?
"Stay here," Hunter said at length, "I'm going to go check out this house."
Alice nodded that she would do so. Hunter hugged the ground and scurried to the side of the house where there was a window. He could feel some heat from the brick chimney, wondrous smells came wafting from the house, none of which his hungry mind could determine what they were.
He peeked through the window.
It was a kitchen. A quaint well-kept kitchen with FOOD on the table, he didn't recognize most of it, but there was an apple pie fresh from the oven, a pitcher of milk, corn-on-the-cob, something steaming in a roaster.
There didn't seem to be anyone about, though. Hunter looked, peered, listened, and thought casually they may be in the shitter. An outhouse building was out back. Carefully, nakedly, he made his way around, he paused at the backdoor and thought about knocking.
He heard the distinct faint sounds of noise. He couldn't rightly figure it and kept his shoulder along the wall going along to where he thought a bedroom should be. He checked by looking at the outhouse, its door was partially askew and no one was within.
He found the bedroom window, it had a curtain but there was a part in the middle allowing him viewing access to the inside.
Inside was an antique iron bed, antique nightstands, antique furnishings of the Victorian-era, and...
And on the bed a young girl about ten or so lay strapped down, arms and legs spread out and tied to the iron bed. She was naked, the bed covers were all over the floor. Hunter saw some movement of someone else in the room, his heart beat fast and then he was blown away as who/what did appear but a wolf!
A wolf who STOOD, upright, like a man, a human. HE was naked, too! He had a huge cock and swinging balls, he was a dirty brown thing, chewing on a piece of straw, cum dripping from his cock.
The girl on the bed was crying, twisting and ranting.
Hunter saw on the piled covers on the floor what looked to be like a cloak of some kind, a RED cloak!
He turned and looked to the outhouse, there was a woodpile nearby, and an axe in a hunk of wood. A red cloak. A tower. A wolf. Alice! Something was weird here, something really fucking weird. He shook his head and let out some cooped up breath, then turned and looked to see what was happening.
The little girl on the bed was getting fucked.
Hunter watched for a moment, then turned away. He mulled, he thought, he contemplated. The lure of hunger, though, kept him planted. What ELSE could he do? His asshole clenched, recalling faintly being buggered by Gunther, being whipped and burned and spanked and fucked by Gunther. No way in hell was he going to go through that with the Big Bad Wolf!
Inside, the Wolf had pulled out of the young girl's body and was jerking off, cumming all over her chest and face. He seemed very pleased and relieved. He unloaded all his animal spunk then crawled off of the girl. He stood scratching his balls, cum dripping from his cock. Hunter heard something, sounded like a voice from another room. Big Bad popped his knuckles and neck, stroked his wolf bone, wagged his tail and lopped off.
Hunter didn't know what to do.
This was beyond him.
Very carefully he moved back along the wall, coming to the backdoor he peered in through the screen; here he saw an old lady, a grandma type person, lashed to a table in the hall, she was naked. Big Bad came up behind her and put himself into her. He latched onto her hips and began pegging her butt but good!
Hunter was mesmerized, captivated. His heart pounded more and he felt the stirrings in his feet, "we want to run." it seemed like a good idea.
Big Bad "finished" with the grandma, then began spanking her hynie with his cock. She lashed out at him, trying to kick. She DID manage to step on his foot. Big Bad howled and roughly ripped the old lady from the table, dragging her into another room.
There was quite the commotion. Hunter zoomed.
They found a trail. Alice whined. They found a creek, Alice drank. They found a tower, Alice whined, Hunter "oh no." by the looks of it it was the SAME tower. He had had the feeling that they were traipsing off AWAY from the house of Little Red Riding Hood, but lo they were not. Apparently.
Hunter tried again.
He got to watch Alice as she squatted to pee. She complained of walking too much, her feet hurt. Hunter jerked off in front of while she whizzed. Then, he from the purple pouch he sprinkled the Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!
Into her mouth he pushed his cock, she didn't "latch" on like a normal cocksucking girl would do, but close counts. He brought her head back and forth along his shaft, then he rubbed his aching prong all over her sweet angelic prim & proper face.
From there he laid her out on the ground, opening her legs and dragging his tongue to her snatch. She had freshly peed and the "taste" of her muffin was salty and uriney. When he could stand it no long of holding off he inserted his cock and fucked her.
The tower came in sight three more times. Alice was fucked three more times, once in the ass. Each time Hunter took his time, his pleasure in doinking her. The sensation of laying her, he took the time to admire her and enjoy screwing her.
Dusk was coming, black birds began to ascend to the tops of the trees. Hunter didn't like them and wondered if he could find the hollow tree again.
He found the tower again, the fourth time.
Pissed off he dramatically stomped along the trail until returning to the house of Little Red Ridding Hood's grandma. All was dark and quiet. Again he cautioned Alice to remain in the bushes whilst he check it out.
The only light came from the fireplace in the kitchen. Night was settling fast. Suddenly, just as he came to go around the corner to the front door, Big Bad lumbered out, pulling up some clothes that were bagging and well worn. There was a stench that was repulsive and Hunter thought he would hurl.
The Wolf was dragging along something, a body.
Hunter froze. This was bad. This was very bad.
It was the grandma.
Big Bad had been gone some several minutes when Hunter summoned up his courage and fetched Alice. He locked the doors and placed a chair under their knobs. Of course, if the wolf really, really, really wanted in he could just as easily break a window or BLOW THE HOUSE DOWN!
Amazingly the hot apple pie was still hot. There were cookies, fresh bread, the milk, raw apples, and something that was something like a roast beef in the roasting pan. It had potatoes and carrots, onions and celery. Hunter and Alice pigged out. (lol!)
After their meal they moved cautiously to the living room directly across from the kitchen. It was all one big front room, with a bedroom and a sewing room occupying the rest.
Hunter started a fresh fire in the living room chimney, Alice settled down and Hunter checked the windows. No sign of Big Bad. He paused for a bit and took note to see if whether or not there were any "weapons" about.
There were none. He then remembered the hatchet/axe out back.
He made his way down the short hall to the backdoor, pausing to look into the open bedroom where he heard a sniveling sound. Surprisingly the little naked girl was still alive. Timidly Hunter stepped inside. Bedding and clothing were all ripped to pieces. Little Red was still very well lashed to the bed, her ankles and wrists rubbed raw.
Hunter didn't know what to do, or say.
As he moved closer he her the girl murmuring.
At first he couldn't make out the words. But as he drew closer, he was shocked to hear,
"Oh, oh, fuck me Mr. Big Bad, fuck me hard!"
She seemed delirious, but still.
Hunter gulped and almost gave himself away.
The darkness continued to ascend, but Hunter could just see Little Red moving her pelvis up and down, moaning. "Do me, Big Bad, do me oh please do me some more!"
'Dang girl!' Hunter didn't know what to take of it. If anything.
He knew that his cock was hard.
It was hard and aching, too much fucking. (too much FUCKING! Naw, there's NEVER enough fucking!!!)
Slowly he came to the side of the bed.The young girl twisted, she had peed some, he could smell it. She began to bounce tremendously in the bed, begging to be fucked.
Hunter obliged.
He could smell, too, the faint lingering odor of--wolf.
Little Red knew instantly that it was not her animal lover.
"Who are you!?" she shrieked.
Hunter almost replied, but didn't.
"You're not Big Bad!"
'How can you tell?' then, 'Oh,' realizing that his cock was no match for Wolfie's.
Despite her taking on Big Bad's big dick, Hunter found engaging the young girl pleasurable enough. He lay into her and began a steady bout of pumping. He lay on her, and the girl continued to demand to know who the fuck he was!
Hunter remained quiet. He could SEE her, her facial features, he was sure she could see him. She had fluttering eyes, but it was too dark to tell the exact color, though he suspected green or something like.
The "sensation" he desired mostly came, and he did, cum. A lot. A flurry load of spunk filled the young girl's crevice. His own eyes fluttered, and he wondered if Big Bad was tagging her in the ass?
His energy reserves were at an all-time low, he lay on the girl, panting and still cumming. He got a cursing from the young girl, and at length left her and fetched the axe. Alice was asleep curled up by the fire. Hunter checked the doors and windows, then settled down with his back to the wall, watching the door.
There were few things that frightened him, very few things. He was not afraid of pain, either. He enjoyed dishing out as much pain and anguish, discomfort, and agony as possible. It was orgasmic in nature, equally so when on the receiving end.
But there WERE some things that did frighten him, one of which was heights. Great heights. He couldn't shake it and didn't care for it. He didn't mind being buried, in a coffin. He didn't mind having chains wrapped about his ankles shoved off the end of a lake pier. He didn't mind being relentlessly spanked, or having his genitals zapped by electricity. He didn't mind a lot of things, except for great heights.
His knees clung to the flying mount tightly, his eyes closed equally tight. In his ears, he heard the great flapping of the wings and the wind soaring by. His mouth was dry, his body frigid by the high flying altitude.
After satisfying Galadrieal to her content--September conveyed to her that he desired to return from whence he came. Galadrieal had noted that he was not from this place but from some OTHER place. September concurred, and Galadrieal knew of only way for him to find his way home.
"They are an odd group of creatures," she remarked, "hairy, fastidious, keep to themselves and export a strange commodity they usually keep mostly for themselves."
"Who?"
"Hobbits."
On the outer area of some lush rolling hills of deep-deep green, Galadrieal settled. September remained tightly clutched to her for several minutes, slowly unleashing his grip. Galadrieal was patient, she munched some grass, took a healthy dump, moved about listlessly, and waited for her rider to dismount.
When he did, he merely slipped off to the ground. He never wanted to do that again.
He lay still for a bit, Galadrieal came and straddled him, her legs spread wide, and then she began to shower him with her pee. And there was a LOT of it, too.
September was pressed into fucking Galadrieal, while she was in horsey form. September obliged her, she certainly could not receive any pleasure from his inadequate human cock, but he humped her pussy just the same. He brought up images of pussy that was good for him, inflicting pain, receiving pain, and all those things that were orgasmically pleasing to him, and in this manner he managed to unload into her deep crevice.
Thereafter, she transformed into human form. She was a vixen, not the animal, human kind. She mounted him, grinding her hot sex onto his, tweaking his nipples and peeing on him some more. She humped madly and then turned about to sit on his face while devouring his young teenage prick.
September clutched at her naked ass, digging his fingers into her hole and nipping at the folds of her cunny. Galadrieal slurped up his cock and balls, engulfing them fully and sucking him so hard he thought she was literally going to suck his genitals off of his body!
He was warned of the Shadow People. She walked beside him a ways between the hills, in unicorn-Pegasus form. September had weak legs and he needed to lay down. He was also hungry and would like a nice long sleep.
They came to where he could see structures, the roofs of structures apparently buried in the ground. Rock fences, wisps of smoke, and was that the strong hint smell of … marijuana!?
He stood still for a moment. Waiting. The Shadow People were something of guardians to the hobbit land. Galadrieal had been most mysterious about speaking much about them, other than that they were not to be trifled with.
At length, Galadrieal nudged him in the ass with her horn. September took a few steps forward and soon was in the middle of Hobbiton.
He made quick the determination that the hobbits lived underground. There were no "homes" above ground, just mounds with round doors. Some doors were metal, others were wooden. Most were painted with etchings of whose home it was.
Each mound had a chimney, some had two. There were above-ground structures, for corralling ponies, tools, sacks and sacks and sacks of something or another, more tools, carts, shays, and all manners of running a small humble shire.
Some of the furry folk came out to give him a stare.
September shrugged and stood with hands on his hips. He reeked. He stunk. He stank. His cock hung low, and he was a sight to behold. He so noted, though, the glassy-look in the eyes of some of the hobbits, there were few females and mostly males. How old any of them were, September had no idea. They all had like-like resemblances, small round faces and lots of hair.
They greeted him warmly, though. "Yer the second human to come our way!" spoke one. September was curious, could it be someone he knew? They took him by the hand and led him to a large round door into one of the larger mounds.
Down a short tunnel that was lined with rugs and tapestries. The scent of marijuana was heavy, September thought he would get high just by the lingering smoke.
There were many rooms from the central meeting hall.
He smelled cookies, there was tea, wine, fudge, popcorn, and marijuana plants growing in wooden boxes and vases all over the place. All the "rooms" were open, no doors or anything of the like.
In one of the rooms was his sister, Wendsy.
Wendsy didn't often show emotion, occasionally. This was one such occasion. She almost (almost) ran to her brother. Stopped herself short and politely strolled to him.
September was hard-pressed not to run to her, he as well seldom offered emotions, except during sex.
They two hugged and held one another for more time than they had ever done so before.
"Any sign of Hunter?" Wendsy asked (hopefully.)
September shook his head. Wendsy's eyes welled up, but she shed no tears. She nodded and hugged her brother some more.
Then, "Phew!" she got a strong whiff of his odor.
She herself did not smell so sweet, but at least she was not reeking.
The hobbits were gracious hosts and provided both humans a nice hot bath. The "bath"room was wide open, and oddly there was an audience, some hobbits even came in and watched! Wendsy and September were not bothered, they were well used to their being naked and being observed.
But it was odd.
The two shared a bath and bathed one another. Neither spoke of their adventure. They only passed tidbits of information via their own special telepathic knack, but much of the details about their exploits were unavailable. September mostly scurried away those images of him shagging Galadrieal, especially when she was shagging HIM in the ass with her horn!
It was so noted that at length September was noticed to have a raging rail on. Wendsy so noted that several of the male hobbits were eyeing it. At first, she thought that they might be living up to their description--queer. But then, she determined that they were merely "comparing." their own schlongs were rather small, dinky, inadequate.
The males were also observing Wendsy's smooth hairless nude body.
And it was so noted that there were not a heck of a lot of females in the group. The wide open open-door to the bathroom, a room containing merely that, a bath-tub, was filling with onlookers. September was getting a little uncomfortable.
Until Wendsy hugged him again. While he was distracted by her hug, she groped for his dong. There was a hush among the crowded onlookers. From groping to sucking; Wendsy dropped to her knees and admired her brother's schlong. She kept the reasoning to herself, though it was hard to do due to the recent experiences with Azmodeus' well-hung horse cock!
Her pussy tingled at the thought of the centaur. She trembled all over, and a flood of sexual memories invaded her. Her nipples became pert, and she began to gush. To push back those narly twisted images, she engulfed September's cock, sucking just on the head--just the way he liked.
The crowd of hobbits increased, mostly males; and most of them were sprouting serious boners!
Wendsy worked her brother's cock into her mouth, squeezing his balls with one hand, caressing his ass with the other. All eyes of the onlookers watched intently, scarcely any one of them breathing or moving. (Some in the front and most in the room shared had boners that were "leaking."
The whole of September's cock filled Wendsy's mouth, she made some smacking sounds and felt the bulbous head pressing against the back of her throat. Cum juices from her cunny began to seethe forth, she needed fucked badly.Try as she might, and she did try, the image of Azmodeus' horse cock fucking her, peeing on her, spanking her, shooting massive wads of horse spunk onto her face, her chest, her pussy was too much to ignore.
She would never be the same again.
Nor would September.
He enjoyed putting his cock to Wendsy, spanking her, spreading her cheeks and shoving his cockmeat into her asshole, watching her pee on his face, watching her drench his face with her young pussy cum juices, but Galadrieal had raised the bar.
His orgasm into his sister was lasting, longingly as he fondly had Galadrieal on her back, legs wide, his cock DEEP into her hot hungry pussy. Wendsy's cunt was nice, it tightened up about his prick and devoured him, pleased him. He came, he began to shoot, he twitched and reeled in the event that was orgasmic.
But there would never be a pleasurable orgasm like he had had with the uni-peg. A gallon of jiz filled Wendsy's pussy, it pooled 'neath her ass, coated his cock and balls. He was near lifeless, drained entirely. Wendsy had to "push" him off. She frigged her pussy and wondered what had gotten into her brother.
He had cum hard before, but…
Wendsy watched those watching her. They all seemed most curious. Several were "playing" with their cocks and seemed most curious about the "feeling" it gave.
Was it possible?
Wendsy doubted it, but they were acting awfully strange.
September farted and sought sleep. He was not denied.
Some hours later and September DID awake. His cock ached terribly so. He sat up, he was still in the bathroom. No one was with him. He peed in the bathtub, it had been drained and refilled with new warm water.
He smelled food that smelled of chili or some sort of stew.
Out of the bathroom he saw in a large open area with arms and legs akimbo his sister getting nailed by one of the hobbits. Steam rose up from their bodies, but then steam rose up from the ground, too. A "steam room" it seemed to be, wafting along the steam was the pungent strong scent of hemp.
Wendsy was not the only one being poked, other hobbits were laying prone apparently mimicking what Wendsy and her lover were doing.
'They do not know how to fuck.' Wendsy Minded to her brother.
So it was put to Wendsy and her brother to "teach" them.
Seemed like a plan.
In return they two humans were treated as royalty; food, drink, bed, and an audience with the high muckety-muck high hobbit priestess Hermalee Tallowfoot.
This did not come easily, though; an audience with the reclusive leader of the hobbit clan took time, a couple of days. She was quite old and not always "in her right mind." She smoked lots of their homegrown export product and was often out of it.
So in the meantime it was teaching sex for fun, frolic, procreation, etc. to the horny starved wasted hobbits. Not a daunting task, kinda fun. Kinda enduring, Wendsy serviced the males, September doinked the females. They also "helped" the wasted clan; positioning them, guiding, and aiding in the righteous development of foreplay, orgies, manual stimulation, oral copulation, anal, and watery sports.
The most high muckety-muck priestess lived just out of the community, but it was travel thru the tunnels to reach her sanctuary. All along the route there were box containers of hemp. Some of the plants were as tall as six feet, laden heavily with "buds."
There was a room where the buds were harvested, cultivated, nurtured, and prepared for distribution, delivery, and for dolling out to the clan members for their own use.
Several times Wendsy & September were offered a "hit" but the two declined. In the priestess chambers, which was quite large to accommodate a grand pool, tapestries measuring ten feet square on the walls, even larger ones on the floor, planters of hemp of several differing varieties. The production of hashish seemed to be ample, too.
The great and grand priestess was unlike her subjects, the title of priestess was honorary, she was magical in nature but not royalty. (but being magical who was going to challenge her?) Her history and placement was hush-hush and not spoken of. She was clothed, wearing something of a halter top, she was fat and weighed close to 400 pounds, merely standing 4'5" tall!
She was surly, glassy-eyed, 44-DDs on her chest, something of a grass skirt about her, no underclothes. She carried what looked to be seashells about her fat neck, most were swallowed up by the many folds of her throat.
A large staff supported her, she descended the few steps from her stone chair, eyeing the newcomers carefully with some scorn. The situation seemed somewhat stressful and gloomy.
A speaker of the hobbits for the two humans stepped forth and bowed.
Suddenly the priestess walloped him on top of the head with her staff.
The hapless hobbit fell to the floor, he grabbed the priestess' feet and began kissing them. Female or male, they were all hairy. The priestess looked as if though she were a little high. She flared her nostrils wide, narrowed her eyes and leaned forward.
Brrrrrrrrrrup!
It was loud.
It was gross.
It soiled and lingered in the air.
It was not, however, as raucous as--
Frrrrrrrrrrrrt!
A huge stink cloud ripped from her hindquarters.
She smiled, the hobbit kissing her feet began to twitch and sputter.
Many eyes in the large open room began to water.
Slime drippled from the stone shaman.
She began to giggle and chuckle deeply.
Hermalee Tallowfoot then began to waver side to side, she closed her eyes and her head began to do some odd gyrating. She began to hump and with her staff she brought it up and twirled it like a band baton twirler dose, only suddenly stopping and bringing the staff down onto September's shoulders.
A hairs' breadth of clearance. Only the "wind" of the staff being brought down touched him, not the staff. September did not flinch. He remained still. (only his cock shriveled up in anticipating fear.)
The whacked out weeded shaman settled down, squatting her humongous form onto the floor, the hobbit who had lain there was concealed by her fattness and never seen again!
"Why hoth youth comth toth meth?" she spat horrendously as she spoke. She began to move and grumble, groan and wrinkle her eyes. This was most unpleasant. Then she busted into a large smile, the many great folds of her largeness sagged even more as now on the floor a large "puddle" came to be.
Wendsy crinkled up her toes before the hobbit urine reached her.
"We need your help," Wendsy said.
"Thisth Ith knowth orth elsth youth wouldth beeth hereth!"
The priestess groaned, rolled her head and eyes, then soiled the air again. A greenish fog frumped up from about the stumpy gargantuan female, it didn't seem to bother her and September detected the slightest hint of marijuana in the funk.
(Nobody light a match!)
"They are seeking a doorway, a magical doorway," spoke another hobbit speaker.
"Theyth areth noth moreth!" shouted the rotonned creature.
"May I ask where they USED to be?" asked timidly but assuredly Wendsy. She was careful to choose her words, anything less could be misconstrued and piss off the old fat goat and no telling what else she could do with her staff.
The "old goat" leaned forward, her breath nearly melted Wendsy's skin off her bones. Thick yellowed teeth, a huge fat purple tongue. Green juice was awash in her mouth, we won't discus her fat pudgy nose contents.
"Ith donth liketh youth!" she spat. Green whacky-tobaccy juice splashed onto Wendsy bare naked chest. Wendsy held her pose and tried hard to make sure her demeanor did not display her wrath seething within.
The priestess then turned her attention to September, taking her staff and nuzzling his nads. She ran the staff up between his legs, then up and down. "Youth Ith liketh!" she smiled and leaned forward and again and again ripped the most narly butt blast ever. It resounded thru the open atrium like thunder, echoing off the walls. And seemingly shot out of her butt was the hobbit who had been "swallowed" by her folds earlier.
He was shot out along a fart-juice slime trail ten feet striking the stone dais of the priestess' throne chair. The form didn't move for some time; then, surprisingly it did. The hobbit was covered in slime, he stumbled, he fell, he threw up. He gathered himself and crawled away into the darkness. Moments later there was heard a splash.
The priestess settled back into place, narrowed her eyes, her huge nostrils flared and she sighed. Some gurgling was heard from somewhere in her humongous body. Wendsy waited for what was expected.
"Perhapsth thereth isth a doorth Ith knowth ofth," she said slowly.
Then she eyed September like a hunk of some very delicious.
'Me thinks she wants to fuck you,' Wendsy Minded to him.
She got no reply but heard a small whimper.
So, while most of the high hobbits nearly drowned in the gigantic pool, the rest toking it up, others raiding the food bins, September nailed the high muckety-muck priestess Hermalee Tallowfoot. He didn't want to talk about it afterwards, either. They both moved to a secret room behind the great stone chair. Wendsy remained out with the other hobbits, she DID take to a toke, noshed on some munchies, and watched the hobbits frolicking.
September remained unseen for two hours.
Wendsy tried contacting him a few times to check on his status, but she only received a "do not disturb" message.
When he finally DID appear, he looked a sight, as if he had scrogged a beast, a ghost, a monster. He was ashen, his cock was more (or less) like a dog's dick, slick, pointy, and a little longer. Strands of cum dripped from it, cum was pasted to his thighs, his balls. His mind was blank. "no one home."
The Stirring Pool; so said the name translated from hobbit tongue to human words. It was a small room in comparison to all other rooms visited by the two humans.The Stirring Pool glowed a curious green light, and mist rose up from around its edges. With her staff, Hermalee Tallowfoot stirred the waters' murky depths. She stirred faster and faster until the small pool went counter-clockwise on its own. From the middle sprang a swirling spiral of water. In the middle opened up a mystical vortex. It was green, and it swirled and pulsed several different colors, all variations of green.
For a moment, a long moment, Wendsy and September stood still at the edge of the pool.
"How do we cross?" asked September.
Wendsy squeezed his hand and stepped off. If she sank, perhaps he would be able to pull her out.
There was no need. The pool was barely ankle deep. The water was warm (and strangely "tingling"?) as the two stepped up to the swirling vortex.
"Youth don't have much time!" shouted the old priestess.
Wendsy sighed, September farted. They stepped into the vortex.
"Come on! Come on! Is that the best you can do!?" almost shrieked the girl. "Fuck me!" she bitched. On the bed, she twitched, thrashed, and bucked as hard as she might.
And as hard as he might, her lover, young Hunter, tried his best to fuck, tried his best just to hold on! The young girl was a demon, that was plain and simple as it could be, a demon.
Young Hunter did the best he could, but his cock was simply inadequate. He was getting off, but that wasn't the point - he wanted to get the girl off, realizing she was starved crazy for cock! He had tried to sneak on her and fuck her, but she wasn't overly appreciative.
"Either fuck me good or I'll tell!" she had decreed.
"Tell? Tell who?" he wondered aloud.
"Big Bad!" bitched the girl.
'Oh shit!'
"And he won't be pleased, you lousy fuck!" she griped.
'Oh good grief!'
He gave her his all and then gave her a little more. His cock was surprisingly/amazingly still strong and enduring. It felt odd, desensitized. It was annoying and somewhat painful, and the only manner in which it felt so-so alright was--was--well, when sticking it to the tweaked out insatiable slut/whore bitch on the bed!
Her pussy, though, wasn't the tightest and scarcely gave him any relief.
Casually he wondered about her "other" orifice.
"Uhm, uhm--c-can-can I untie you?"
"Yeah, I suppose, you lousy fuck!"
Hunter-Lousy Fuck untied her bindings. She did at least wince with the hurts done unto her wrists and ankles.
"Uhm, t-turn around, I-I mean, over."
The girl looked about, narrowed her eyes, "Gonna SPANK me!?" she gleamed and seemed almost happy about it.
"Uh, yeah, sure!" he rolled his eyes, what the fuck had he gotten himself into, now!?
Little Red turned herself over. Hunter at first just rubbed her ass, squeezing the cheeks. She was smooth lily white. Hunter really wasn't into it, but had sighted the strap hanging on the wall by the door.
The first smack to her ass was lighthearted, the girl buried her head into the bed, shaking her head. "Yer fucking pathetic!"
That helped piss Hunter off and he landed another smack to her dainty young ass. 'How's THAT, bitch!?' he bitched.
Little Red tensed up and brought her hands to semi-protect her ass.
Hunter held her hands up and smacked her bare ass some more.
And more.
And then some more, until the lily white ass had turned a warming beet red. "Put your ass up!" Hunter demanded, Little Red was crying some, trying to console her searing ass. Hunter put himself up behind her, parted her cheeks and deftly rammed his rod into her glory hole. She was a virgin there.
Hunter at last found some sexual relief plugging the super tight hole. He clutched at her hips and humped madly until filling her hole with his jiz. He fucked and pumped, plowed and thrusted until all life in his schlong gave out. Then he spanked her ass with his cock, smacking her ass and having himself a time as his balls swung madly to and fro.
But to Little Red this simply was not enough.
"And that's it!?" she complained.
'Holy shit!'
From his father, he had learned fear, to cower and be ridiculed by him. From his mother, he had learned not to love, be quiet, and endure. From his so-so friends, he had learned to hate everyone of color, creed, religion. From his teachers, he had learned to be satisfied with being inadequate and an underachiever. From life, he had learned that it sucked and wasn't worth living.
From Gunther Tallywick, he had learned to dispense pain.
Little Red, tied securely to her grandmother's bed again, but with her legs pulled back over her, ankles tied to her wrists. In the front room, Alice still slept soundly. Hunter buried the fireplace poker and shovel into the coals and left them there for a few minutes.
Then, after fucking Little Red's corn hole, licking her hole and pussy, spanking her as hard as all his might he could to her darling little ass, he applied the shovel with a dramatic hard ass-smack. Little Red twisted and roared, no words could she utter though her mouth undulated so.
Hunter smacked her thighs and even her pussy with the glowing fireplace shovel scooper. Then, with her ass cheeks spread so, to the rim he pressed the flaming red fireplace poker.
"How's THAT, bitch!?" Hunter quipped.
And in answer, Hunter observed what appeared to be pussy juices oozing from her cunny. She was cumming! What a strange-weird bitch.
"Let me suck you!" she moaned as she twisted about.
'Ok.'
Hunter undone her bindings and sat on her face. His cock and balls were aching so, and kinda funky. Little Red took his member into her mouth and sucked it whole, taking his testicles, too. She clamped her hands onto his ass and sucked him until he thought he would pass out!
He did come to the point whereas he knew he was not going to cum, but pee. Little Red wasn't letting go, she "chewed" on his cock and seemingly was trying to suck the skin right off of his bone!
He filled her gullet with his urine.
She choked, gagged, sputtered, and swallowed.
"Get off of me, you lousy fuck!"
Hunter's mind was awash in turmoil, confusion in the highest, dull, and nonsensical. Nothing made sense. He shook his head to try and clear it, and was rudely thrashed by the little vixen he had fallen asleep on. He popped his neck and sat up on his knees. Little Red lay in the bed, wrists still tied to the bed, her legs freed, though.
There was a high and mighty stench that was god awful, she had soiled, Number One AND Two. Hunter didn't know what to do about it, if anything.
"Well?"
"Well, well what?" he shrugged.
"Jeeze, yer the biggest dope ever! Are you gonna fuck me some more or feed me!?"
Hunter licked his lips, "Uhm," his cock was shagged out and could do no more. Not now anyways. "Uhm, what-what do you want?"
"Food!" she shouted, "You fucking moron!"
Hunter was just about having enough of her. He stared her, his ire was getting up. 'Fucking little bee-atch!'
He got up and made his way to the short hall to the kitchen when a shadow cast over the front door. The doorknob jiggled and then there was a pounding.
Then he heard a giggle that segued to a chuckle, "Hehhehehehe, Little Red, Little Red, let me in, or I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll bloooooow yer house in!"
Oh shit, big dick Big Bad.
Hunter was in a panic. This was not good. No, not good at all.
There was no place to hide, Big Bad was pounding on the door and raising his voice. Hunter began to sweat, what would Big Bad do to him? Would he be pissed about the locked door, his time with Red? Hunter whirled and wondered if he could make it out the window. The window was shut tight and took some strength to force it up even an inch.
The front door busted down and Big Bad-Ass came bustling through.
Hunter dove under the bed just as the huge dire wolf entered.
He narrowed his eyes and spat a huge wad of chew onto the floor. The funk of the chew was unpleasant, Hunter could smell it over the overpowering funk of the mess on the bed above him.
Then he saw Big Bad's baggy overalls drop to the floor.
'Oh shit, here we go again!'
Big Bad came onto the bed, the weight of the great beast almost crushing the puny "lousy fuck" human slinking beneath. There was some slapping sounds heard, grunting, spanking, and a narly raucous fart.
Then, the fucking commenced. Little Red sounded off with a flurry of cursings. Hunter slowly eased himself along the underside of the bed, daring a peek up from the foot of the iron bed; Big Bad's tail swished all over, his huge humongous wolf nuts flying and pounded as into the young girl his mighty wolf cock slammed relentlessly.
"Oh fuck me, Big Bad, fuck me HARDER, you lousy fuck!"
HA!
Hunter shook his head, that was one messed up bitch!
His stomach growled. His balls ached as if though they had been kicked. He was a little cold, laying on the floor for hours will do that. He emptied his bladder and that helped alleviate some pressure. Looking out from under the bed, it was still daylight, but how long had he really been asleep?
He noted that the bed had stopped shaking. Taking a big risk, he peeked.
Crimmeny, Big Bad still lay there, on his stomach, sound asleep, laying off of the cum-laden/drenched Little Red. Hunter wanted out, out and away. Far away.
Painstaking minutes were taken as caution was all about being careful while crossing the room to the hall. He shook Alice, covering her mouth, "We gotta scat," he whispered.
For no other reason than just because, he followed the small path that led from the cabin. It was the path Big Bad had taken. In less than an hour's time, a strong horrid scent came to their nostrils. It was repulsive, and Hunter had a slight idea what it was. He kept it to himself until making sure.
There was a brick house they came to. It was a shambles, collapsed it was and virtually destroyed. There, too, was a huge firepit with a rotisserie.The rotisserie was being powered by a small windmill. Ingenious. Roasting on the spit was a pig!
He was naked and burnt to a crisp!
Another pig hung by his hands, naked as well, missing his genitals and feet. He was alive and rolled his head about. Sighting in on Hunter and Alice, he mouthed "RUN!" as he had also lost the use of his tongue.
Hunter took the hint, grabbed Alice's hand, and hurried away.
The path emptied to a crosspath, where a wooden sign was tacked to a signpost. It had the crude words etched: "Grim Castle, to the Mines, to the Moors, Whence."
Hunter wasn't going to any place that had "grim" in its name. To the Mines? Hmm, he didn't know, didn't sound promising. The Moors, that conjured up swamps and all things dark and gloomy. Whence? An odd name, for sure.
He cracked his fingers and popped his neck.
Alice spread her legs as she had been taught, and while standing, she began to pee. It gave Hunter a mighty erection. She was still timid and not overly pleased with Hunter's horny antics. So, he quietly came up behind her, pulled out a pinch of Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff! from the purple bag now hung about his neck, and sprinkled it onto her head.
In a near instant, she was his.
He put her hands onto her rump and had her pull her cheeks apart, then leaned her forward a bit. His cock came to press against her button hole, and into her he went. Casually, while humping Alice, he wondered how Little Red was, or how the Wolf was, for that matter! Strange girl, strange land.
He gave Alice a healthy load of spunk, spanked her cheeks, then held her with his cum-dripping cock nestled down between her legs, his fingers fingering her pussy.
On the middle of the pathway, Hunter nailed his Alice, legs up along his bare chest, fucking her dainty pussy until he could simply go no more. He then sucked on her nipples, kissed her, and then urinated into her cunny.
After a short break, they struck off again, choosing the path that had the signs pointing to the Mines and Whence. It was a short walk to another path that went off, winding into some thick woods. A sign on a birch tree indicated "Whence" was that way, with no numbers to indicate how far.
Hunter could smell nothing in the air, which was a plus.
Alice was complaining (again) that she was hungry.
So was Hunter.
They struck off again.
Shortly before the sun cast shadows onto the bleak land of thick woods, Hunter and Alice smelled something wondrous - pies! Apple pies! Hopefully, Hunter hoped, a horny little girl and wolf weren't involved.
He heard what sounded like singing.
There was quite a commotion coming from somewhere. There was naught to do but follow the path that was getting smaller and smaller. Then, a house was seen through the woods. Traipsing carefully, the two naked children made their way, pausing at the edge for a quick look.
All around was various carts, crates, buckets, shovels, and a well.
The house was of brick and wood, with a single chimney and a wood shake roof. Boisterous singing was coming from within. Cautiously, Hunter stole across the darkening opening and peered into one of the windows.
Dwarves!
About seven of them.
All naked!
Tied to a bed was a woman, a young woman, maybe perhaps a teenager about 17 or 18 or so. She was naked and tied to a single wooden bed. Straddling her chest was a short, dumpy old dwarf with a long, long beard. He was reaching behind him, tweaking her nipples, while in her mouth was his stubby schlong!
Hunter gulped. His mind blanked out. He shut his eyes tight and opened them, but the scene was the same.
Across the room, by the fireplace, the only dwarf without a beard was sodomizing himself with a hot poker!
Three dwarfs danced about, singing, cocks swinging.
Two dwarfs played some sort of harp-like musical instruments.
Hunter turned and slumped down the wall. He shook his head, toyed with his cock. 'Son-of-a-fucking-lousy-fucking-bitch!'
Each of the dwarves took a turn on the young woman. Either getting off in her pussy they had shaven or her pretty mouth. She was very pretty, Hunter so noted, the fairest of the land!
The dwarves, too, were not just into banging the tied-up girl, but were butt bangers to themselves! The dopey, hairless one took it in the ass from his fellow companions, most often while he sucked off on someone else's. Two of the hairy, bandy-legged dwarves butt fucked one another while one of them humped on the woman.
One dwarf angled his cock and whizzed into the dopey dwarf's mouth.
When the dopey dwarf took his turn to ride the woman, there was something a little "off" about him; it was like his cock had gone into an electrical socket or something; he flipped out! Hunter couldn't believe the dinky, skinny, hairless dope could manage to keep his cock into the young girl while his wild antics had his arms and legs flailing all about.
One by one, the dwarves fell off where they lay to sleep.
Hunter returned to Alice, doinked her (without the use/aid of the Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!). She protested and fought back, until his cock was nestled into her young cunny. Then there was no denying the pleasure of getting humped brought. She still didn't like it, but humped him back, and Hunter was pleased.
In the morning, there was more racket as one by one the dwarves left the house; clothed, carrying lunch pails, picks, axes, and shovels. They sang some song of merriment and were soon out of sight.
Again, carefully, Hunter stole to the house and peered in.
She was still secured to the bed. She WAS pretty, very pretty. Dark hair, short and somewhat sassy-like. Perfectly shaped breasts that were round, firm, (and fully packed?), they were just right for hand size--or schlepping your Johnson against.
Her poon, a dark forest of pubes, concealed the entrance.
She languished on the bed, twisting about, seemingly a little crazed from her harrowing gang-bang ordeal. Hunter mulled it over, wrinkled his thoughts, and slowly tested the single wooden door.
It wasn't locked. Boldly, he came in.
"W-who is there?" she called out. Her voice was light and airy, to coin a phrase, to Hunter it was very childlike and peep-squeaky. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed. The damsel on the bed twisted, thrashing her lovely, naked, very lily-white body all about, reeking of cum and urine.
"Help me," she pleaded.
Hunter then so noted that his COCK was raging hard.
Very hard.
He waved his hand before her, masturbated, stuck his tongue out.
The damsel (we know who it is) tossed her head about in a manner of which Hunter determined that, for some reason, like Alice, she was blind.
'Works for me!'
He smiled to himself and then crawled onto the bed. On closer inspection, he deemed that she was about 18 years old. He was cool with that. She thrashed about some, her thrashing was getting out of control.
There was only ONE THING to do.
Pixie Dust! Wonderful Stuff!
He gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Or the best that he could do in five minutes. Her pussy wasn't the tightest, not after being gangbanged by seven horny dwarfs. He did manage to cum in her, he managed to roll her on her side and have a go at her asshole, spanking her and tweaking her nipples.
He felt the urge to pee and stood up, straddling her, and then let his whiz shower her. A small portion of something deep within him surged up, but he managed to curb it and sent it back down in the deep abyss. After wetting her down, he rummaged through the nearby kitchen of the one-room abode, raiding the apple pie and other various goodies.
He then fetched Alice, and they both enjoyed the goodies.
When Alice indicated that she needed to visit a privy or go outside, Hunter smiled wickedly and guided the blind girl over to the bed. He had her straddle the damsel's face and release her bladder.
Hunter put his head down onto the young woman's breasts and watched as a flood of hot piss spilled from Alice's twat. Hunter then had Alice lay down, he spanked her ass (without the use of the Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!), then poked his way into her anus.
Alice wasn't too thrilled with this, but didn't protest too much.
Hunter eased his cock into her and thrust deeply until releasing a flood of jizum. The feeling of the release (orgasm) was incredible. Sitting back with his sweaty butt against the wooden headboard, he watched as his juices flowed out of Alice's corn hole.
He clamped his hands to the distressed damsel's head and made her lick the cream. Alice was put to licking the woman's pussy. Thereafter, the two ate and drank. Hunter's cock was still mighty hard, it tingled and felt funny. His erection wouldn't go down. He fingered it, thinking it to be some sort of curse or something, just desserts for all his naughtiness.
It felt as if though he had cum, not enough. He mounted the damsel once more, sucked on her breasts, and fucked her until he creamed. But it wasn't enough. His cock remained stiff as ever! It tingled, it demanded attention, relief. Releasing the young woman's ankles, he tied them back and fucked her asshole.
He spanked her, hard, with his cock.
He fucked Alice relentlessly, pumping into her pussy so hard his balls ached until he shed tears. So slowly he fucked the two, spanking them (with his cock), making them suck his cock and balls.
But no, his dong remained ever so stiff.
There was a fleeting thought, he didn't know where it came from, the pain inflicting his cock was intense, only by humping some tight hole was there the miniscule amount of relief. The thought was to simply lop it off!
He sank himself into Alice's backdoor, spanked her as hard as he could stand with his cock AND hand, then did likewise to Snow White.
But his cock simply wouldn't go down or give him satisfying relief.
In the kitchen, he found a knife, a very sharp one that cut him just by looking at it.He sliced off some cheese, curved up some apples, and butchered some frying chickens. The pain, the agony, the distress was making him crazy. He held his cock to the butcher block and then--
The clip-clop of a horse came to be, he heard its whinny, and out the window from the kitchen area, he saw a man dismount. The man was a prince, which was obvious by the man's attire.
He looked around curiously, calling out for anyone home.
Hunter didn't know what to do. The dwarf bed was too low to the ground to duck under this time. There was only ONE door to the humble dwarves' abode, he was fucked!
The Prince came to the door, rapped on it, then boldly opened it and poked his head in.
"I dare say, anyone--"
And he saw the fairest creature of the land, laying naked (and bound) to a bed. He focused solely on her as she thrashed about. He came forth and stood at the footboard, admiring her. Slowly he massaged his organ growing in his thin nylon tights. "Thou art surely the fairest of them all!" he breathed.
He then noted Hunter and Alice.
"What ho, what's this?" he cried out in awe.
"I-I was, er, we-we were just passing by, and-and we were hungry, see. And we looked in here and--and there she was!"
The Prince looked back to the damsel in distress. Then, casually realizing Hunter and Alice were NAKED, looked back to them.
"Seemed like the thing to do."
The Prince looked at him astonishingly.
Lightheartedly, Hunter strolled over to the bed, in his fingers he had a pinch of Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff! Just in case.
The Prince looked to him, his brow furrowed up, "Have you--"
Hunter nodded that it was so. If the Prince, who was armed with a sword of some sort, made any moves, Hunter was going to hit him with the Dust.
But the Prince had a terrific boner going on, and there was a bit of a wet spot showing itself, too. Hunter tweaked the damsel's closest nipple, his young pud he rubbed against the side of the tormented bed.
Snow White opened her legs, humping the air, twisting and twisting.
Prince Charming stared, gulped, then began undressing.
His eyes never left the naked wench, he crawled onto her buck naked and inserted his manly 20-something-year-old prong and fucked. Hunter watched, looked behind and watched the royal cock slide into the pristine slut cunt. He moved to Alice, bent her over a small table and entered her from behind.
The Prince turned and looked to what was happening, it only strengthened his doing and he latched his mouth around one of Snow's breasts and began power fucking.
Hunter still could not achieve dying satisfaction for his cock.
His eyes fluttered, his toes curled, his balls cinched up tight, but his cock remained as stiff as ever. He was no longer cumming, he beat Alice's ass (with his cock) then came around, stuffing her mouth. Readily and agreeably she now slurped his dong, but it didn't help.
He returned to Alice's rear end and went down on her, licking her fresh-fucked funk hole, fingering her, trying to relieve himself.
Prince Charming began to freak out as he began to achieve HIS orgasm. He arched his back and furiously filled the young teenage woman's pussy, sending her into near sexual convulsions.
Charming gulped and gave his last bit of love. He then rested, suckling on the sweaty mounds of the young lady. He moaned and groaned. Hunter rested merely sitting on the floor, masturbating to no end.
The Prince finally managed to move off the girl and the bed, he stood on numb/trembling legs.
"She's good, too," Hunter said.
The Prince was in awe again, mouth agape. He blinked and shook his head, Alice was clearly ten years old. He couldn't. He shouldn't.
Cum dribbled from his prick.
Hunter left the floor and ambled to the potential princess. He mounted her and began fucking her, the Prince watched, closed his mouth and then came to the awaiting blind Alice.
He smoothed his hand over her ass. When he looked over his shoulder, Hunter had Snow's legs up and was in her ass (again.) Charming watched him and then realized that his manly potential kingly cock was stiff (again). Lightly he brushed it against Alice's ass, he looked down between her legs, checking out her glory hole and poon. Alice, on her own, pulled her cheeks open and Charming entered her, pushing every inch of his hot ready-to-gobble cock into her asshole.
Hunter was in Snow White's mouth, he fucked her titties, stood straddling her and once more showered her with pee, then rolled her onto her side and spanked her.
Charming had cum into Alice's backdoor, watched Hunter and then caressed Alice's ass, fingering her hole and examining closely her young hairless poon.
Hunter brought Alice over to the bed, laid her out on her back, legs back, and nodded to the prince to "go for it."
Prince Charming thought it over a moment, then introduced his manly prick to Alice's cunt. He nearly melted as his cock entered. Hunter skull-fucked Alice as Charming sank himself all the way and fucked himself into delirium.
At the top of a small hill the path once more forked, a signpost read "nowhere close" and "fromwhence". Hunter frowned, he had no idea. Alice scratched and Hunter itched in their ill-fitting dwarves' clothes, they had shoes and hats and a knapsack of food. This time they were prepared. A small short sword Hunter carried, too.
The sign for "nowhere close" meandered up a tangled mess of hill to the right. "fromwhence" wandered down a woodsy path to the left. He heard an owl, some blue jays, squirrels, and all manners of normal natural woodland creatures inhabiting a forest. Stepping just a few paces up the path to "nowhere close" there was nothing of the kind.
It was as good a sign as any for Hunter, he grasped Alice's hand and they proceeded to "fromwhence."
It was colorless. Er, having only two basic colors, white & black, objects like trees and rocks were outlined in white while the rest was coal black. There were no sounds, no air, no sensations. Wendsy clicked her fingers but there was no sound. September made a raspberry, but no sound.
They walked. "Touching" a rock, tree, bush, the ground, gave no sensation of touch. Even touching one another proved nothing.
They walked--some more.
When they tired, they rested. It was a very peculiar place, there was even something of an ocean, but it was not moving. It was lifeless and still. The water black. The sky black, the horizon--black.
Time seemed meaningless.
'Do you think this is a trick?' inquired September. Though they could not hear one another via normal speech, their telepathic powers seemed intact.
'I don't know,' replied his sister.
It was not exactly what he was hoping for.
September brooded, Wendsy looked about, at least it was a place of rest. She felt neither hungry nor thirsty. She stepped off of the beach and into the still lifeless ocean. She could scoop her hand through the "water", and even the sand, but there was no sensation of any sort.
She tried tasting it, too. But nothing.
September sat on the beach constructing a sandcastle. Wendsy looked at him, this was not the time for such foolishness. But she let it go and sat nearby him, looking out to the lifeless-still sea. | 3 |
113,043 | A Day on Ellen and Ken's Farm - Chapter 4 | Having arrived at home, Ken and Ellen awaited the arrival of her younger sister Cindi. They thought a nice dinner with some wine would relax Cindi and get her ready for a fun evening. Maybe the two cops would stop over and join in the fun. Ellen could not wait to see what would happen later!
Promptly at 6 p.m., the doorbell rang. Ken answered the door. There was Cindi, a cute little 18-year-old. Barely 5 feet tall, about 90 pounds soaking wet, and with a body an older woman would die for! She had a cute butt but was busty for someone her size. A great pair of 36C breasts on someone so small looked so hard to believe, but there they were. Ken was dying to see if they were still as puffy as Ellen said they were. She was wearing a cute sundress that showed off her assets nicely.
"Hi, Uncle Ken, I've been looking forward to supper with you guys, it's always so much fun!" Cindi said as she kissed her uncle. Ken made sure she got a big hug and managed to run his hand over her ass. It sure FELT like no panties, he thought!
Ellen was in the kitchen fixing dinner. She had two bottles of wine on the table and planned to have Cindi have a glass or two. Maybe even three, whatever it took to relax her!
During dinner, Ken could see that Cindi was getting more and more relaxed as she had her wine. Ken dropped some silverware, and while under the table, could not resist a peek at Cindi. Her skirt was up, and her legs were spread, showing her Uncle Ken what an 18-year-old pussy looked like. Sure looked good enough to him to eat! When he returned to his seat, Ken heard the doorbell ring. It was Officer Bob Brown from the afternoon get-together. He was not alone. With him were his wife Marie and their 18-year-old daughter Jill.
"Thanks for inviting us for drinks and dessert, Ken. This is my wife Marie and our daughter Jill," Bob said as they came in. "And I'm sure you'll love Jill as dessert later," he whispered to Ken as they entered.
They all entered the living room. Everyone quickly had a glass of wine and started chatting. Cindi was sitting between Bob and Marie, while Bob had his arm around her. He was getting a good look down the front of her dress and liked what he saw! Bob asked if he could get a tour of the house. Ken suggested Cindi give him and his wife a look at the house. That left just Ken and Ellen with Jill. What a treat that was. Jill was a younger version of Vanessa Williams. Same great ass and pouty lips that just said "Stick it here!"
"So, would you like to do some of the things Daddy likes to do?" Jill said with a smile.
"Well, tell us about some of those things!" Ellen said as she watched Jill's breasts jiggle every time she moved.
"Well, Daddy said you like some of the same things he does. When Daddy gets home, he always likes to shower, and he likes me to come in and watch. I love finding my Daddy in the shower. I watch him soap up, working his hands around his great big cock. He likes me to open the door like I'm surprised to find him. He grabs me and takes me into the shower, getting my dress soaked, and then strips me. I get so hot having him touching me like that. He uses his fingers to touch my ass and pussy. Love how Daddy fingers his little girl! I end up on my knees sucking him and being sure his cock and balls are clean. He really likes watching his little girl take his big cock in her mouth and suck it. Would you like me to do that for you, Daddy Ken?" she asked as her hand ran over Ken's crotch.
Ellen unzipped Ken's pants and pulled them down. Jill got between his legs and started sucking his cock. She sure liked the taste of white meat, her first! Ellen reached between Jill's legs and found a wet, hairy pussy waiting. She crawled under and started eating the young girl's pussy. She got wetter and wetter, knowing this girl was her sister's age. As she was eating Jill, she realized that Cindi had been gone for a while. Ken was too busy being swallowed by Jill to notice Ellen leave the room.
Ken could not believe that someone this young could take all of his cock right down to his balls.
Jill looked up. "You like me chewing your big cock, Daddy? You know how naughty it is to be doing this? You have turned your little girl into a slut! I think of sucking and fucking all the time. You get so hard watching me, Daddy. Here, Daddy, watch me use this wine bottle. Oh, Daddy, it's SO long and thick! Here, Daddy, you pump it into me! Oh, Daddy, fuck me!!"
Ken ran the bottle in and out. It was going in deeper and deeper. The bottle spread her wide; her lips stretching over it as it widened. Jill was just moaning, her mouth full of cock. Ken could do this all day! Loved being a Daddy fucking his daughter!
Ellen went to the back den and could hardly believe what she saw. There was her baby sister stuck on Bob's cock. He was slowly pumping it deeper and deeper into her from behind. Cindi's hands were behind her back, handcuffed. Marie was in front of Cindi, pulling and sucking on her nipples. Ellen was instantly wet!
"Oh god, it's so long! Oh, Daddy Bob, fuck me, I love that black cock of yours! Do me like you do Jill. Fuck me the same way, you have me so hot hearing about the things she does with you and Mommy Marie!" Cindi moaned as she was eaten and fucked. The sight of Cindi's white body against Bob's black body got Ellen so turned on. Watching his cock disappear into Cindi made Ellen lick her lips, wanting to taste her.
Ellen watched as Marie pulled Cindi off of Bob and laid her down so she could start eating her pussy. Marie wanted to taste her young pussy to see if it tasted as good as Jill's. As she ate Cindi, she could taste Bob's cum in her. She stuck her fingers in and licked them off. She loved the taste of his cum with hers!
Ellen saw Bob's wet cock sticking up and decided it was too good to waste. She quickly filled her mouth with his Cindi-coated cock. So sweet! Bob slowly backed her up till her ass was right next to Cindi. Cindi opened her eyes as Marie was eating her to see her sister's ass and pussy beside her. She reached and ran her hand between her legs. Oh, so wet! She made a fist of her little hand and used it to rub her sister's pussy with. Ellen got wetter and wetter. Cindi started to push, and slowly her fist started to sink into her sister.
"Oh my god! Push, fuck your sister!" moaned Ellen as she felt Cindi's fist spreading her lips.
Daddy Bob could see what was happening and pushed Ellen further backwards, which drove Cindy's fist all the way in. Ellen started to shake as she covered it in cum, and Bob started filling her mouth.
The rest of the evening was a blur of them doing little Cindi every way they could think of! Cindi and Jill got a chance to watch each of them be perfect little sluts for their Daddies and Mommies. Both got a hard cock at both ends and then a Mommy's tongue at both ends. They ended up in bed together and fell asleep with their bodies wrapped around the other!! | 5 |
113,068 | Changing the World | Head over to the Arts Department building. Go back towards the theatre, into the backstage area. Off stage-right, back in the far corner, there are a couple of shelves blocking off the corner area, all piled high with crazy junk. Inside these is where the theatre tech department stores all of the furniture and larger props, plus a whole lot of other useless stuff waiting around for the right play. It's also where my friends and I eat lunch. It's secluded - people rarely come to the theatre at this time anyway, and even if they did, they'd have to get past the miscellanea to see us.
Lucy's up on her throne, as usual - a stack of cushions piled more than six feet tall next to one of the shelves. Woe be to he (or she, for that matter) that gets to Lucy's throne before she does. Jill is sitting a little primly, as usual, on the ground to Lucy's right, leaning against a large stuffed Tweety Bird. Max and Gordon have each claimed one of the two chairs, today, while the loveseat sofa is, as usual, reserved for Ben and me. He's curled up on his side, head in my lap; I'm stroking his hair absentmindedly as we talk.
It's the day after our little adventure in Physics class, and we're all a little stunned. When we got up here for lunch today, Max sheepishly pulled my bra out of his bag and handed it to me. Laughing, I tucked one end between the cushions of Lucy's throne so that it dangled down in front for all to see... And then, suddenly, everybody was afraid to speak first. After all, just the day before the two of us on the love-seat had had sex in front of the rest of the group, while Lucy had had (from what we could see) a mind-shattering orgasm. How the hell do you follow that up with small-talk?
Well, you don't follow it with small-talk, it turns out, but instead a rather serious discussion about privacy and nudity.
"What's so big about nipples, anyway?" asks Lucy. "After all, we all have them. This thing hanging on the front of my throne - half the human race, give or take a few, wears one! What's the big deal?" Most everyone was nodding with a strange combination of boredom and anticipation: After all, we all pretty much agreed on this subject, and our discussion had mostly involved everybody repeating some variation of that same statement. But everybody knew, in light of what happened yesterday, that there was a different subtext to the conversation: What was the big deal about keeping orgasms, in their many forms, private?
Jill, surprisingly, was the one to finally work up the courage to say what was actually on all of our minds. "And really, we all... um... masturbate. So what's... yeah." She was blushing deep red in the way that only a young Irish girl can. There was a moment of silence after she spoke, and then a sudden burst of applause and laughter. Jill is usually so... Prim and proper, I guess, and it took us all by surprise that she masturbated, and was suddenly willing to talk about it. "You go, girl," pronounced Lucy, from up above.
"Well, she's right," Gordon chimed in. "Look, it took us fifteen minutes just to work up to using that word. And that's just the word!"
"And really, you can take it even a step farther..." Max begins, but trails off, looking a little sheepish. After a second, he continues. "Even a step farther: Everybody has sex. Whether or not to keep that private should really be an individual choice, not something mandated by society."
"Bingo." I had decided to speak up. "I really have no interest in sharing every single time Ben and I get it on, but if we feel like having sex where others can see us... Well, what's the big deal?" I could feel Ben laughing into my stomach. It tickled, a little. Then he spoke up: "The big deal is that society is really darn uncomfortable with bodies, in general, and with the things we do with them. The-flesh-is-evil and our Puritan roots and things like that."
"Well, we shouldn't be so uncomfortable with it." Lucy had made a pronouncement. "It just makes it hard on all of us, forces us to feel guilty about natural things. It needs to be changed."
"I don't know... Free love didn't work out so well." Gordon speaking up; figures - he had hippie parents. "Not free love," corrected Jill, bashfully. "Just... being comfortable." She looked so scared I just had to support her: "Exactly. I've got no interest in orgies or swinging - not while I've got Ben here." That earned me another laugh in the tummy. "But if Ben and I feel like having sex during a passing period, and aren't doing it where we're obstructing traffic, hell, why not?"
"What," said Max, "like some sort of more extreme version of naturism, where nudity and sex and masturbation are all lumped together?"
"No," said Gordon, "or at least, not necessarily. Just like every day life, but where those sorts of choices are respected."
"It'll never happen." Ben. "Society's pretty stuck in its ways around this. You'd have to start some sort of grass-roots thing, and really get it to become big before any media coverage happened. The moment there was media coverage, the movement would get squashed. You'd have to find some way to spread very quickly, but still fly under the radar..."
Silence, while we all chewed on this. Then, Lucy. "Let's do it."
Wait, what?
We all mostly just stared at her for a bit, then all tried to ask her what she meant at once. She blushed. "Let's start that movement. Make it a student movement, spread it around the high schools - with high schoolers, it can all just become a game, a secret to hide from the teachers, and then... And then all the members will grow up and be the people in charge. See? Get 'em while they're young."
Ben was tense in my lap; me, I was just excited. I started to see where she was going. "So we start a bit of an unofficial club, here. At first, it's just us, but as we go out we can find ways to spread it to the other schools. We make a rule - the junk storage area is a no-clothes zone. When we come in here every lunch, we strip, and don't get dressed until we leave. No one will catch us - no one ever comes back here, anyway."
Jill, stammering: "But... what about... Like, the other aspects of the club?" Lucy: "Like masturbation and sex? How about this: every day I'll give up my throne for a little bit - I know, I know, what sacrifice - for one person to come up here and get off." I catch my breath, probably right along with everyone else. "We'll make a schedule."
There's silence for a bit. Gordon, ever the practical one, finally speaks: "That could... get a bit... well, messy?"
Suddenly, the tension breaks, and we're all laughing. No, giggling, really, falling over ourselves, still shocked that we're even considering this. "Use the bra!" I call out, prompting a resurgence of laughter. "Or just bring some paper-towels."
Somewhere off in the distance, a bell rings, and the laughter dies down. Lucy speaks up. "Ok, guys. Who's in?"
Ben and I look at each other, then raise our hands together. Jill looks nervously at the floor, then sneaks up a finger. Max and Gordon give "why the hell not?" shrugs. And Lucy makes the pronouncement: "Ok, then. Starting tomorrow, this space becomes clothes-free. And just out of the goodness of my heart, I, your fearless leader, will..." She realizes what she's saying, and takes a deep swallow. "I'll get us started." | 4 |
113,109 | The Book of Deviance - Chapter 5 | Hermione spent most of that day being used by Harry Potter. Luckily, it was a Sunday, so they weren't needed in class and could spend hours and hours rutting like beasts. Hermione was fucked in all of her holes until they were raw, covered inside and out with torrents of spunk. Harry had made good use of the room, including tying her to the cross and lashing her tits and cunt with a leather strap. Hermione had come hard with every direct hit on her pussy.
Eventually, Harry had grown tired of using the whore and muttered something about finding his cumdump girlfriend. He blasted one final wave of cum down Hermione's throat as he said this before withdrawing and walking out of the room without a backward glance. Hermione was left breathless on the floor, dripping cum onto the flagstones.
After a few minutes of lying in a cum-dazed stupor, Hermione gathered her wits and looked around. She was alone in the Room. Various fluids and toys covered the floor, and next to her on the floor was the book. Which definitely had not been there before.
"Clingy little thing, aren't you?" she said, picking up the book and feeling the charge from it shoot straight to her clit. She opened the covers and flicked through, not really reading it, just hoping that something would leap out at her.
Something did. The book seemed to stop of its own volition at a page titled "Companion Summoning". It seemed to detail several spells that would summon forth different creatures for the caster to spend some quality time with. One spell in particular seemed to call out to Hermione, and without quite realizing what she was doing, she pulled her wand from her ass (long since shoved there by Harry) and tapped the book with it, intoning the words of the spell.
Instantly, the book started to shake. Hermione gasped and dropped it to the floor before clambering to her feet and backing away. A black spot seemed to be spreading from the center of the book, slowly taking over the pages until the entire book was nothing but a black hole in space.
Suddenly, something shot out of the book. A purple tentacle, thick and smooth and slimy looking. It rose up in the air, its head moving cautiously, seeming to probe the air. Hermione thought it was probably looking for her. She was scared now, cursing her own foolishness. She had no idea what sort of potentially deadly beast she had called from the book. She raised her wand and pointed it towards the tentacle, ready to defend herself.
Instantly, the tentacle whipped its head around to face her and shot forward. Before she could react, the slimy limb wrapped itself around her wrist and twisted, sending a bolt of pain up her arm and her wand clattering to the floor. Hermione used her free hand to claw at the restraining tentacle, but she couldn't get a grip on the slimy surface. She was so distracted by this that she failed to notice another three identical tentacles emerging from the book and snaking their way towards her until it was too late. They quickly lashed towards her and constrained her other limbs, sliding up and around until they held her securely, her arms and legs spread wide open.
The tendrils flexed and lifted Hermione from the ground, carrying her back towards the book until she was suspended face down above it, her enhanced tits hanging down impressively. The beast had apparently noticed them as well, as the tentacles wrapped around her arms extended further, slowly circling her beautiful breasts. The slimy things continued until her tits were constrained by several loops of tentacle, which quickly got to work squeezing and massaging, sending pleasure shooting to her brain and overheated pussy. She moaned despite herself.
As if called forth by her moan, a new tentacle emerged from the portal below her. While those holding her aloft were a couple of inches thick, this one looked much larger, as thick as her wrist at its smallest point. She gulped, imagining just where the creature planned to stick that, once more silently thanking her past self for the permanent stretching charm. The new arrival extended upwards toward her until the tip brushed against her face. Hermione opened her lips, fully expecting the creature to force its way down her throat. The tentacle did make a few token thrusts into her mouth, but barely pushed into her throat before withdrawing. The slimy thing dragged itself down her neck, down between her tits, now filled with pleasure and pain in equal measure, and briefly poked at her belly-button before reaching her dripping sex. Hermione was glad she had practiced so much with Harry's ridiculous cock to help her take this invader and braced herself for the penetration.
The tentacle had other ideas though, and moved past her cunt to poke at her back entrance. Hermione gasped, and tried to relax her entrance. Stretching charm or not, this was going to be tough. The tip of the tendril pushed and prodded until her asshole stretched to let it in, and it quickly took the opportunity to explore further, soon shoving at least a foot of thick, slimy tentacle into Hermione's ass. Hermione groaned in pain and pleasure. The slime seemed to be lubricating the passage, and her asshole had already been expanded today by Harry, but it was still an awfully big intruder. She decided to see it as a challenge. Just how much of this massive tentacle could she take?
The creature seemed to be thinking along similar lines as it sent more and more of itself out of the book and into her asshole. She could feel it squirming inside her, worming its way up and through her guts. It felt strange, not painful or pleasurable (her asshole and tits were providing enough of both at this point) but the motion and the knowledge that she was becoming stuffed with a monstrous phallus was deeply erotic to her whore brain. She hoped the tentacle would make it to her stomach and out of her mouth. She could picture it, picture her completely penetrated by this thing. Her pussy spasmed and she moaned hard as she came at the image, squirting girl-cum onto the tentacle below.
Again, as if in reaction to her cries, more of the purple tentacles rose out of the book below. These were all extremely thin, thinner than pencils, and there were many of them. Two rose up to her extended nipples and started whipping until her nips were aflame with pain and hard as diamonds. Several tendrils surrounded her face, and Hermione stared at them apprehensively, suddenly worried again about the beast's plan. Her fears were confirmed when two of the tentacles climbed towards her nose and started inching up into her nostrils. The pain was intense, the sensation not remotely pleasurable as the tiny shafts wiggled further into her head.
She was momentarily distracted from the nasal invasion when she felt the main tentacle enter her stomach. She couldn't see, but her belly now hung below her, stretched and full of the great length of tentacle filling her guts. Her asshole was stretched wide now, the tentacle as thick as a bludger where it met her ring. The head paused briefly in her stomach, seemingly waiting for something.
Hermione's attention was brought back to the smaller tendrils when she felt two of them poking at her ears. Her eyes widened as she realized the monster's plan. This was impossible! The creature would kill her if it fucked her ears! She started to thrash around as best she could, but the beast pushed its tiny tendrils into her ear canals. It was strangely pleasurable, until the tentacles seemed to come up against an obstruction. Hermione hoped desperately that they would get the message and back off, but after a second's pause they pushed on. Hermione's eyes widened in shock and pain as the invaders punched through. She could feel them inside her head! Inside her brain! The tentacles were in her brain! She thrashed wildly as she felt them moving around, almost stirring up her brains, until --
Hermione stopped. She felt amazing. The tentacles in her brain didn't worry her anymore, she knew that they were there to help her. The pain in her ears and nose vanished, replaced by wondrous pleasure. Her stretched asshole and abused breasts no longer ached, again feeling only pleasure. She sighed with orgasmic delight as she came again, squirting onto the mass of tendrils below. Some part of her knew that she should be worried that the tentacles had somehow rewired her brain, but she felt so fucking good that she didn't care.
The central tentacle decided to start moving again, and Hermione could feel it start to press against her esophagus. She knew this was it, this was where she would be penetrated more completely than she had thought possible. She could feel the thick presence moving up her throat, slowly stretching her as it moved. Her ear tentacles continued to pump in and out of her brain, and she felt a tickle as the nostril tendrils worked through her nose and emerged in her throat. The two tiny invaders moved back up her throat and into her mouth.She wiggled her tongue as they slid over it, almost kissing them, but was ignored as they moved past her lips. The tentacles hooked around her plump lips and forced them wide open, fixing her mouth in an 'O' shape, clearly in preparation for the main event, which had nearly reached her mouth now.
Hermione felt a new sensation as the tentacles whipping her tits suddenly changed course and started pressing against the tips of her nipples. Apparently the monster, not content with plugging every orifice she had, wanted to make some new ones. She felt intense pressure which was suddenly relieved when her nipples somehow opened up and allowed the tentacles to penetrate them. Hermione's eyes shot open at the previously unimagined sensation of having her nipples fucked. The tendrils slid sensually into her nipples, into her expanded tits, and started thrusting back and forth slowly. It was probably just the mind-rape talking, but it felt as good as any cunt-fucking she had taken.
Hermione couldn't think, her tentacle-fucked brain now only registering pleasure, sparks flying in her head with every thrust into her ears and tits, every movement in her nose and throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hung out of her mouth, drool running down her chin. She was more filled than she had ever been before - but her cunt remained empty. What was left of her mind waited eagerly for the monster to finally fix that.
The main tentacle forced its way out of Hermione's throat and into her mouth, before quickly thrusting further, spearing out between her lips, still spread wide by the nose's tendrils. She was filled utterly, penetrated completely by the long tentacle from ass to mouth. And still it wasn't done. The thick limb slid further out of her mouth, sliding down her chin and down between her tits. Her nipple rapists picked up the pace at this, sending her boobs shaking back and forth as they too were deeply penetrated.
The tentacle traveled down, over her engorged belly, before finally reaching her pussy. It flicked at her clit, sending another instant orgasm shooting through her body. She moaned thickly around the magical flesh filling her mouth as her monstrous lover finally entered her cunt.
It felt amazing, as if everything prior was merely foreplay. The tentacle slowly forced its way further in until it reached the entrance to her womb, sending another shock of pain turned pleasure to her fevered brain. The tentacle battered against her cervix until it was allowed entrance, shooting straight into her womb until she was completely filled. Her stomach bulged further as the tentacle forced itself as far in as it could go. This was it. There was nowhere left to go. Her ass, her mouth, her nose, her ears, ever her nipples, and now her womb, her most sacred place, were all being fucked completely by the monstrous invader.
And now she could sense a climax approaching. Bulges appeared in some of the tentacles, traveling rapidly up towards her dangling, exhausted form. A huge shape forced itself against her asshole and quickly moved inside. She could feel it traveling up inside her body. Many smaller bulges traveled up towards her nipples and started forcing their way inside her breasts. She could feel small spherical shapes being deposited inside her tits. The remnants of her shattered mind knew that they must be eggs, and knew that she should be worried, but the sensation felt so powerfully erotic that she just didn't care. The large egg reached her stomach and soon forced its way up her throat and into her mouth, filling it to capacity. Her nose tendrils stretched her mouth wide open, wider than she had thought possible, to allow the bulge out from between her lips.
The egg traveled down her front between her breasts, still swelling with many, many eggs. Already expanded, they were now almost the size of her head. The large egg reached her pussy and pushed inside and into her womb, before finally being spat out. The egg alone stretched her womb hugely, and she came again at the knowledge that she had been impregnated by the alien beast. Eggs stopped shooting into her tits, and just as she thought it was over, liquid came spewing out of every tentacle at once. Her tits swelled further and plumped up, covering the lumps left by the eggs. Her belly swelled until she looked nine months pregnant. Her nose tendrils turned to face her and shot the cum-like fluid straight into her eyes, as more of the stuff shot out of her ears as her head was filled with liquid.
After a minute of this, her monstrous lover stopped fertilizing her every orifice. The main tentacle suddenly pulled out of her cunt, rapidly withdrawing back into her mouth. Within minutes, it had finished its retreat, at last leaving her gaping asshole. The other tentacles withdrew from her nipples, nose and ears, and those wrapped around her limbs lowered her gently to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the creature retreat back inside the black portal, which slammed shut as it returned to book form.
Hermione was left panting on the floor, again. Cum leaked from her ears, her nose, even her tear ducts. Her breasts were swollen beyond recognition, cum dripping from her nipples like milk. Her belly still looked massively pregnant, and she knew that it would remain so until her purpose was fulfilled and she gave birth to the creature now living inside of her. She couldn't wait. | 4 |
113,113 | The Book of Deviance - Chapter 3 | Harry Potter was in the showers after a Quidditch match, cleaning off. The rest of the team had already gone back to the castle, leaving him alone. He heard a noise from the entrance and turned to see his girlfriend Ginny closing the door behind her. She looked different. Her hair was in plaited pigtails, and she looked skinnier and shorter than normal. Her breasts had almost disappeared! She was dressed as a schoolgirl, in a thigh-length tartan skirt, white stockings, and a tight blouse. The overall effect was of a young, innocent girl just begging to be corrupted.
Harry was no fool. He knew his girlfriend was a promiscuous woman who acted as the school bicycle. He just didn't care. Practice makes perfect, after all, which made Ginny the best lay in Hogwarts. Once he had gotten together with her ex-boyfriends, Michael Corner and Dean Thomas, and gang-raped her in the prefects' bathroom for most of a day. Those two were less happy with her slutty nature and had a lot of aggression to work out on her. The bruises had taken weeks to go down completely.
The other advantage of being in a relationship with the school cum-bucket was that he was free to fuck as many girls as he wanted. Being the Chosen One was a fast track into any girl's panties, and he had fucked his way through most of the foolish girls who believed that the famous Harry Potter was falling in love with them. Cho had been a bit of a challenge, but the uptight Asian woman had calmed down after he had rammed her for a couple of minutes. She had even looked like she was starting to enjoy it by the time he had unloaded in her womb.
He had never fucked Hermione, though. That prude only had eyes for Ron, even though the fucking idiot was too much of a pussy to make a move on that hot piece of ass. Still, Hermione was Harry's friend, not some groupie, so he had never "forced the issue". What he wouldn't give to defile the little bookworm.
Ginny stepped forward, swinging her non-existent chest back and forth with her hands behind her back. This innocent look was really doing it for Harry, and he felt his cock rising to point at his whore girlfriend. What she said next made him harder than he had ever been.
"Daddy--" she said, her voice high and breathy. "I met your Quidditch friends on my way here, and they said they had some new shampoo for me to try, and they pushed me on the ground, and they took out their things, and they rubbed until the shampoo came out all over my hair, but it's still in my hair 'cos there wasn't any water to wash it out with, so can I shower with you, please, daddy, pleeeeeease?" She finally took a breath, looking at Harry with entirely innocent eyes.
Harry was hard as diamonds. Looking more closely, he could see that Ginny's hair really was a mess. Cum was matted throughout, and some was even dripping from one of her pigtails. The whole team must have cum in her hair to get this result, which included Fred and George. This didn't surprise Harry. While full-on incestuous sex was one of Ginny's few boundaries, he knew that she had sucked off the twins a few times and would have no problem taking their loads on her. They had probably been the ones to initiate the "shampoo trick". Ginny was really acting the role well, though. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that she genuinely thought it was shampoo in her hair. He decided to play along and see how far he could take this.
"Silly girl, of course there was water to wash it out with!" he said, thinking fast. "Didn't you know that special thing shampoo can only be washed out with special thing water? You should have asked Uncle Fred and Uncle George to give you some! It's a good thing I'm here, or you wouldn't be able to get the shampoo out at all! We've got to be quick or it'll dry in your hair. Kneel down where you are."
Ginny obeyed, eyes wide and blushing at her own silliness. Her hands were still clasped behind her back. Harry stepped forward out of the shower and pointed his cock at her cum-covered hair.
"Now daddy's going to give you some of his special water, and you're going to wash out your hair properly, okay?"
Ginny nodded slowly. "But daddy, won't that get my clothes all wet?" she said, looking into his eyes.
"I told you, we have to be quick or it'll dry!" said Harry. "If you weren't so stupid, you could have asked your uncles to wash you off and had time to take your clothes off, but it's too late now, so you'll have to get wet. Now get ready!"
He started urinating despite his hard-on, a torrent of urine splashing down on his girlfriend. The first blast hit her in her upturned face, smearing her makeup. She quickly adjusted and washed her hair in the shower of piss. Her clothes rapidly became soaked, both her blouse and stockings turning yellow and transparent. He could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the clingy wet fabric. Ginny seemed to be happy with the state of her hair, having cleared it of most of the cum, so she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Harry adjusted his aim, and soon the filthy redhead had an overflowing mouthful of his warm piss.
Harry finally stopped peeing. There wasn't a dry spot on his girlfriend. She looked him in the eyes and started gargling his piss before lowering her head and letting the liquid drain out of her mouth and onto her chest. Harry could see yellow droplets hanging from her inch-long nipples. The stone floor around her was a puddle of piss and cum. He considered making her slurp up the mixture, but she took the initiative.
"Thanks, daddy!" Ginny said, beaming widely as if Harry had given her an ice cream instead of a golden shower. "I want to make your thing happy to thank it for all that yummy special water. Can I suck on it, daddy, please?"
Harry nodded, and Ginny shuffled forward on her knees and started lapping at his cock. She quickly popped Harry's shaft into her mouth and started sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around the head rapidly. Harry groaned; this felt amazing. He wanted to hurry things up, though, so he grabbed her piss-soaked pigtails and wrapped them around his hands before using them to pull Ginny further down onto his cock. Inch by inch, her lips slid down his length as her hair pulled painfully at her scalp. Her nose was just about to reach his pubes when--
Harry woke up. The dorm room was dark. He stared up at the roof of his bed as his senses returned to him. Fuck! That had the makings of a fucking for the ages, and it had all been a fucking dream. That would teach him for not shagging some slut before he went to sleep. He was just making a mental note to piss on Ginny as soon as possible when the messages from his lower body finally reached his brain. Someone was sucking him off!
He looked down, but whoever it was had climbed under the covers, and he couldn't tell who it was. He assumed that Ginny had decided on some sneaky fun, as she loved fucking in semi-public where other people might find them. Blowing Harry while her pussy brother slept in the next bed would be right up her alley.
Harry was close to his climax after the intense dream, and felt a sense of frustration that the fantasy had been taken from him. As normal, he decided to work out this frustration by abusing the nearest woman. He wrapped his legs around Ginny's head, ramming his cock all the way down her throat. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to gag or struggle at this treatment. Good as she was, she normally had trouble taking his full, impressive length. This time, she just started swirling her tongue like mad around his meat.
Frustrated by her lack of struggle, Harry reached under the covers to make things harder for her. He quickly found her face and gave it a light slap before pinching her nose closed, cutting off her air. That did the trick! The slut started bucking and thrashing, trying desperately to get some oxygen. Harry felt his balls boiling, his climax rushing to completion. Ginny's struggles started to fade as she began to pass out, and that's when Harry came, shooting his load straight down her throat and into her stomach. The whore was swallowing desperately, cum-hungry even as she lost consciousness.
Harry's orgasm finished, and he released his vice grip on the redheaded whore. His softening cock slipped out of her mouth, and she started taking in loud, ragged breaths. His gentler side won out, and he lifted the covers and rolled his girlfriend onto her back to allow her more air. Only now could he see that it wasn't his slut girlfriend at all. He had just mouth-raped and choked out his best friend Hermione Granger! He sat there, stunned, eyes drinking in the unconscious form of the previously prudish bookworm. A lot had changed since he had last seen her.
Hermione's face was covered in ruined makeup.Her dark red lipstick was smeared, and black stains ran down her face where her panicked tears had tracked her overdone mascara. Her hair was long and in a complete mess from her thrashing. She was wearing a leather collar with the word "BITCH (TM)" displayed in silver. Her breasts were larger and covered only by a black mesh tube top. Her long, thick nipples poked out through the large holes in the mesh. He could see what looked like a tattoo on her chest above her enhanced breasts. It read, in a curly but perfectly legible font, "You can't rape the willing..." As he looked, the words blurred and shifted until they read, "But I'd like to see you try."
Hermione's belly looked swollen, almost pregnant. That gave him another shock. It shouldn't be possible to get that knocked up in one night, even with magic, right? Her ass and crotch were "covered" by a tiny red and black pleated skirt. Harry could see by the large slit up the side that she wasn't wearing underwear. Another tattoo was on display just above the skirt's waistline, this one reading "Be my babydaddy." Black fishnet stockings ran up her legs, but these were mostly obscured by long black leather boots that ended above her knees. The boots ended in a platform base with a six-inch heel. Harry had never seen Hermione wear any sort of heel and was surprised that she had made it up the stairs to his dorm in these. The overall look was of an extremely slutty goth schoolgirl, and Harry felt his dick growing hard again just looking at this new side of Hermione.
Harry had to know more, and for that, he needed to wake the slut up. He grasped her thick nipples and squeezed painfully. Hermione moaned and shifted in her sleep. Harry pulled on her nipples, stretching her breasts out until they couldn't go any further. Hermione moaned again and spread her legs, shifting her tiny skirt and revealing her bare pussy. She still refused to wake up. Harry's eyes fixed on that inviting pussy. That would surely wake her up.
He released his grip on Hermione's nipples, making her breasts snap back into their previous perky position, and climbed between her legs. Lining up his tool, he took a deep breath before pushing in. The bitch was tight, but Harry was used to that. He had deflowered his share of virgins after all. He slowly continued to press forward until he was buried balls deep inside Hermione. Her eyes suddenly shot open as her legs wrapped around Harry, trapping him inside her.
"For fuck's sake, Harry, you had an unconscious girl in your bed and it took you that long to rape her?" she said. "From Ginny's stories, I expected more! Now fuck me until you blast my womb with your sticky seed."
Harry didn't have to be told twice. He started thrusting hard into her, using long, deep strokes. He rested his hands by Hermione's head and looked down at her. Even as lust filled his mind, he had to know what had brought about this incredible change.
"What happened to you, Hermione?" he said, panting out the words between thrusts.
"Nothing big," she said with a moan, "A spell turned me into a slut. I was really scared, so I went to see your whore girlfriend, and she cast another spell that turned me into a dom slut. So I fucked her to say thank you and came here to complete the set. I thought a nice blowjob would be a good way to start things. I wasn't expecting you to choke me out, but thanks anyway. I came so hard when I passed out. I woke up straight away, but I wanted to see how long it would take for you to rape me. Which was far too long, Harry Potter!" She was suddenly stern now, almost like she used to be. "Next time you see a passed-out slut, you better get raping her holes as quickly as you can!" | 4 |
113,130 | Corbin's Diary | Has anyone seen that diamond commercial, (it's in black-and-white, by the way, for that gritty, down-to-earth appeal, I guess), the one where a man and a woman are standing in the middle of some large town square, and he proclaims his love for her? He starts shouting, "I love this woman!" while waving his arms.
Anyone recall this farce? This pathetic joke of a commercial?
Well, this woman is, like, looking totally embarrassed, ready to crawl under a rock because she thinks her boyfriend is losing his mind... (Please, put me in that commercial so I can sock him in the kisser, just to shut his loud, idiotic mouth). Anyway, he then proposes to her, giving her this diamond, and that just sends this woman over the romantic edge, and she embraces him warmly (awwww) while saying, "I love this man."
Isn't that just dandy? So the man is the one who is portrayed as the self-confident, romantic nut (nut case, all right) with emotional depth and passion. The woman is the shallow one who only comes to life when a fucking rock is shoved under her nose. She looks scared, insecure, and that hunk of a diamond suddenly brings all the love out in her. Simply pathetic...I see nothing romantic about that commercial at all!
In fact, I see it as an advertisement for prostitution. Basically, it's saying that if you give a woman a diamond, she will open her heart and legs for you instantly, that women are superficial and only understand the language of jewelry. They are not trading in cold, hard cash but the diamond market, you see. Very clever, but I'm on to you, advertising punks! More attempts by men in the advertising field to patronize, insult, and demean women while we buy their junky products, or have them given as gifts from retarded men who should never have come out of their role of hunting-and-gathering to begin with.
*Okay....deep breath....I feel better now.*
There are people that enjoy drama, in their own lives and the lives of others, and I am glad to let them steal the spotlight whenever they choose to. Why bring this up? Because the general consensus was that the Cheerleaders at our school ruled the drama roost and were the most snobbiest, elitist, socialite bitches to ever grace the halls of this school, while the Girl's Softball Team was among their biggest critics. In fact, a verbal war had been waged between the two factions for the past couple of years, fortunately 'verbal threats' was the extent of it.
What does all of this have to do with me? Well, this is where 'Sharon' comes into my life....
The day is hot and humid, and all the gym doors to the outside are open, several large fans are set up to keep the air circulating. I am practicing my floor routine and in the middle of working on a sissone when I hear that annoying squeaking sound that sneakers make, you know, when someone is walking across a freshly polished basketball court. Which is what our gym is, one big, giant basketball court...amongst other uses. Anyway, I give a casual glance over, and here comes her highness, nose in the clouds, but now she's giving me the once-over as I am just standing there in my gymnastics leotard, staring back like some retard or something. I am also pretty sure that she was trying to make her stupid shoes squeak as loud as possible just to disturb me, 'cause that is what those bitches like to do, annoy people, I think.
Take note, people, Sharon was not just *a cheerleader* but the epitome of that pretty, perky, "go team GO!" BULLSHIT Cheerleader type. She really believed that her cheers helped win games, which helped contribute to her becoming the Team Captain. I suspected it was her impeccable ass-kissing abilities and social family connections, just a hunch I have.
So now, where was I? (Sorry, I get lost so easily, a blonde brain malfunction must have occurred) Oh yeah, and I love this part, Sharon gives me her famous diva sneer and glances away, 'Like, what the hell was that?' and then she sticks her nose in the air as though every breath she inhaled was full of superiority. Now I'm angry-and-pumped-up because, while Sharon is athletic, she has nothing on me in the physical department, and she can't touch me with some of the moves I can perform on the floor. So I go back to concentrating, and I can just feel those eyes of hers looking back at me now...judging me...as I perform 'Back-in, Full-out' (look it up, folks, not easy to do) and I land perfect with a smile on my face 'cause I know she couldn't touch that! HA! One up on Sharon.
I wasn't totally surprised by Sharon's stare; I was getting some rather harsh 'evaluations' from many girls on the Cheer Squad. It seems that my stellar grades, athletic prowess, good looks, and 'very hot' boyfriend were churning up the green monster of envy and jealousy. "Just who does she think she is!" Girls would say about me, as if I had masterminded the entire thing. You must be joking, mastermind? Me? This actually loops back around to an earlier topic I brought up, my rebellious choice to 'dress down,' or 'downplay my looks' with baggy, wrinkled clothes. It started out that way for sure, but over time it was just damn easy and comfortable to slip on some old cargo shorts, a plain t-shirt, some old comfy sandals, pull my hair into a ponytail, and I'm out the door!
"Corbin, really now, we need to do some serious shopping, this look of yours has got to go!" Friends would say.
Forget it! I don't have the time, money, or patience for shopping. But can you imagine if I had some chic wardrobe, the drama that would stir up? 'Oh man!' sometimes I fantasize about walking down the hall all stylish, looking like I just came out of some high-end salon, how that would really send some of those bitches into a tailspin of hurricane proportions! *Sigh*...anyway, back down to earth...
I guess there will always be people looking to tear you down no matter how hard you try to do the right things in life and keep to yourself.
Where was I again? Oh yeah.... (That's not good, I spaced out and lost track again)
So....Sharon had already disappeared into the locker room. But I dragged out the minutes by stretching because people like Sharon annoy me, and I figured if I waited long enough, she would be long gone from the locker room. So I slowly twisted my torso to my left, then right, while keeping my legs stretched out in a full split just a little longer while I sat contemplating my future. Running, swimming, gymnastics, they all came natural to me, and when I started to curl weights, I was shocked to see my body respond. I likened it to creating a sculpture....and it was my body, mine! I was so thrilled. My breasts shrank some, thank God, I know girls who just about lost all of their boobs after they started serious exercise and lifting. Having these knockers swinging around is no fun, folks, annoying at times....and beneficial in other ways. Amazing what a nice pair of breasts will do for you, a little cleavage and suddenly I have Jedi-mind powers, anything that comes out of my mouth and guys instantly 'obey' while they look and drool at my chest.
Speaking of being in-shape, the first time my boyfriend Erik asked me to pose for him, I just giggled. What a stupid word that is 'giggled,' it was something between a smile and a laugh, so I guess it was a giggle, why not 'chuckle'? I guess girls 'giggle' and guys 'chuckle.' Who makes up these stupid rules?
Anyway, I fucking 'giggled' and shook my head 'No.'
"Come on! Please, just once."
"It's silly!" and placed my hands on my hips defiantly, leaning away from him. I had no intention of posing. But he is persistent, and over time I began to enjoy how guys would grovel at my feet just so that I would 'flex' for them.
"No, it's not silly, just curl your arm, look at your bicep! Better yet! Flex your legs!"
Make your freaking mind up, dude! Arms....legs....back....which is it?
But there was something adorable in the way he looked and was asking me, he was totally smitten having a girlfriend with muscles. I never took my clothes off, well, not in the beginning, but I caved in and would roll my shirt up so he could see my abs, and roll up my shorts some as well, but that was it. On a side note, Erik and I always stopped a little after first-base, or close to second <big smile> I allowed him to gently hold my breasts 'over' my shirt, and when I had shorts on, he could stroke my thighs up to a certain point. The kissing part was interesting, I had only pecked a few guys on the lips, but Erik was the first guy that I was full-blown kissing, and the sensation of French kissing him just about caused me to hyperventilate, he was a great kisser!
He pulled my hand down to his crotch one time, and alarms went off in my head. I didn't freak out, but I pulled my hand away. I told him I didn't want to tease him, but he said he didn't mind, but nope, I am not rubbing you down there, just as you are not going to grope me below.
I was done stretching and pulled on my track shorts and strolled into the locker room, expecting a nice relaxing end to my day, that is if Sharon was gone. Yet all I got was another boatload of hassle, and who was in the middle of it all?Right before my very eyes was the makings of one nasty fight, and Sharon looked like she just might end up on the losing side. The first of Sharon's two tormentors, and most aggressive, was Taylor with her short, curly reddish-brown hair and stocky build; she was close to Sharon's height but about an inch shorter at 5'8". The second one, Janet, was shorter and skinnier, about 5'5", wearing her light brown hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. They were decked out in their softball uniforms, covered in dirt, sweat, and dust, their faces tan from playing outdoors all spring, both sharing the same mocking, nasty look, enjoying every bit of the moment, until I walked in that is.
Sharon, for what seemed like the first time I can ever recall, had this look of 'I'm in deep shit' although she was putting up a brave front, considering she was standing only in her underwear while clutching a shirt to cover her chest - it was a difficult 'front' to maintain, I'm sure. So now I've got all three looking at me like I'm some alien that just landed in the middle of the locker room. My 'getting annoyed' meter is now in the red zone because all I wanted to do was get my gym bag and go home to study! But I was caught off guard by this vulnerable expression in Sharon's eyes, and for the first time, this Queen of the School was looking right at me, not through me, and it kind of hit home, yeah, I know she could be playing me for the fool/sucker because she knows how to be such a manipulative drama queen.
Deep breath, stare straight ahead, and I just keep on walking to my locker. My mind was still spinning in circles; this kind of crap I did not need. My little plane was not flying below the radar at this moment! Can't even remember my locker combination, 'You fumbling goof, just focus!' as my fingers play with the dial on my lock. Just then, Taylor's big-fat-mouth made the decision for me, almost like I knew she would.
"Hey Corbin, could you give us a few minutes?"
I cut and narrow my eyes in her direction, and Taylor had this sadistic smile on her face, which really, really annoyed me.
"Actually, could you come back in a half-hour? This could take a while," Janet kind of chuckled. Now I was getting angry at their arrogance. I wasn't a friend with any of these girls, nor enemies; honestly, they meant very little to me, but suddenly I was about to choose sides, and I knew it would forever alter my life.
"Sharon, do you still need that ride home?" Uh, did I just say that? Sharon just nodded 'Yes' frantically.
"Then get with it, I don't have all day." And did I just offer her a ride home? That was lame! Everyone knows that Sharon drives her own car...all the damn time.
"Corbin, are you shitting me?" Taylor blurted out in shock. "Since when did you buddy up with Princess?"
"Yeah!" Janet added her useless input. In fact, why does Janet ever speak except to parrot what Taylor says?
I didn't respond but just gave this devilish smirk (very unlike me), and I felt this overwhelming air of calm and confidence swoop down on me, and it seemed to totally freak them out. I also liked the fact that I was slightly taller than any of them, and since I started lifting weights, I was undoubtedly the strongest girl in school, and they all knew that. Now, that doesn't add up to a 'hill of beans' when it comes to fighting, but I was still waging a psychological war at this point and winning, I think. Just through posture and eye contact, I had them believing that I could put up one hell of a nasty fight, or I should say, I was willing to put up a fight if need be.
Taylor's wheels were obviously spinning in her small mind, contemplating what to do next...or not to do...in the end, she simply patted her little buddy Janet on the back before speaking, "Let's go, see you around 'Princess' and you too, Corbin." An annoying sneer curled out of the corner of Taylor's lips as she got that little jab in at me.
"You see me now, don't you? And you'll see me every day until the end of the school year," I fired right back, even dropping my gym bag while waving my arms out to the side with a very 'bring it on' gesture. Again, all very uncharacteristic for me. Taylor and Janet stopped dead in their tracks; they had this totally confused, shocked look in their eyes. I stood unwavering, but it was Taylor that chose to back down again, and I watched as she shook her head in disgust before prodding Janet to keep walking away.
There was this uncomfortable pause, that awkward silence, as Sharon simply stood still. I desperately wanted to think of something cool to say. 'Nice body' came to mind, odd thought, and of course, I can't say that! But Sharon does have one kick-ass figure. Anyway, all I did was turn my back on her so I could take a seat on the bench, my fingers nervously playing with the strap on my gym bag. I then dug my cell phone out. 'Damn!' Erik called a couple of times, and so did my Mom. The tension was rising up in my back again as I was now suddenly very irritated, realizing I just stuck my neck into the middle of some drama I didn't have any business being in.
I was pissed again, angry as my fists clenched the straps to my gym bag. "You ready yet!" I snapped, which I almost instantly regretted because it sounded very harsh. Geez, listen to me now, barking orders at the Social-Drama-Queen herself.
"Almost," Sharon said, just above a whisper, and I heard her locker close. Finally, I can get the hell out of here, and I stood up and turned around. Sharon looked at me and smiled; it was kind of a relief in some ways, her deep blue eyes with her beautiful smile momentarily had me mesmerized, and it made me smile in return, and then she smiled back even more. How sickeningly sweet is that?
"I'll walk you out, you know, just in case...well...." I sighed, not really knowing if I was making any sense, but at least I made my tone a bit more friendly. We walked out to Sharon's car through a mostly empty parking lot; every once in a while, I would catch her sneaking a glance over, studying me. I could more than hold my own in the looks department, so I guess I was somewhat of an anomaly at the moment because I always tried to downplay my looks. Sharon was just the opposite, throwing her looks in front of everyone's faces. In contrast, I wore my hair in no particular manner; it hung long and 'very untidy,' as Sharon would later comment.
"You sure don't talk much," Sharon commented in an uneasy tone. I simply shrugged and smiled; that was how I really am, pretty quiet, until you get to know me, and then my friends say I never shut up. "But that's okay, it's kind of nice," Sharon smiled and looked over at me; she seemed to spend a lot of time analyzing me. As a defense mechanism, I had started to mentally withdraw from this whole situation, knowing that Sharon and I roamed in totally different social circles, and it would go back to being that way tomorrow morning. I smiled to myself in mock humor; all schools have these niches by which social dynamics make or break teenagers, and yet, in only a few short minutes, the two of us had been thrust together in a very personal situation.
We stopped at her car, and I noticed Sharon's confidence resurfacing now. "Thank you," she said, back straight, head high, and she was drifting into cool-snob mode. That sort of snapped me out of my thoughts, so I squared up my shoulders to face this girl since that feeling of formality was back again.
"It's all good," I just shrugged with my own casual air. But then Sharon just gave me this wicked smile, which suddenly clued me into that 'other Sharon' that lurks underneath, the mischievous one. "Do you realize the hassles you're in for, you know, once those two bitches spread around the school that you claimed to be my friend?"
Now that caused my blonde brain to stutter, 'Wait a second, I never claimed to be her friend; I take that word very seriously,' and I began to question Sharon's sincerity. "All I did is help you out some," I tried again to downplay the whole episode.
"Yeah...I guess that's all it was," Sharon hesitated, and I could tell she was disappointed as she fiddled with her keys nervously, her whole demeanor suddenly dropped. Man, come on, what is it with these stupid mind games? I can't keep up.
I stood there for a long moment and then peered up very cautiously. "I don't know, Sharon, do you want to be friends...with me?" I swallowed hard; am I ever a sucker or what? 'Of course, this girl doesn't want to be your friend; she just wants to use you for some sort of social chess game,' my subconscious warned me.
Sharon paused and looked up with an expression like that was exactly what she wanted me to say; now she was beaming her big smile again. "You're adorable!" she gushed, making fun of me and the fact that I could now barely look her in the eyes. 'Geez, I feel like some stupid, awkward little kid, not some Senior in High School.' I think I even stood there kicking the loose gravel with my shoes.
So we made pleasantries and formally introduced ourselves, and all that other dreadfully boring chit-chat. Isn't this just dandy? I know, all rather nauseating girl stuff, but it sometimes must be done. I was now looking for a way out. "Look, I'll give you a call; I have to run home or my parents are going to freak out," I started walking backwards.
"Okay...yeah...please do...and thanks again," Sharon pulled on the handle to her car door and just stood still, watching me walk away, waving like a spaz.
"God, I hope I'm not making a big mistake," I mumbled to myself. I was so full of angst I wanted to punch something or someone. Nice, eh? | 4 |
113,148 | Magda and the Schoolmaster | Hans Bauer was twenty-eight, and he was the Schoolmaster in Pohlheim. He had been spared military service, a timely choice of career saving him from the horrors of the trenches. At University when hostilities broke out, he had chosen teacher training college as a means of avoiding what he saw as a frightening and avoidable experience. Now, a qualified teacher, he was training the children of this small community in the necessary academic skills required by life. Most of the village's young men had gone off to war, to be replaced sooner or later by telegrams regretting their deaths and praising them for their sacrifice for the Kaiser. Hans had benefited from their absence. Two of the younger wives in the village, it seemed, were unwilling to sacrifice their sex lives as well as their husbands. He had been surprised by the quick acceptance of his non-too-subtle advances. They, on the other hand, willingly submitted to him as he was the only young male left in the village. The only other men were farm workers, old and with rough manners and equally rough hands. Hans was definitely their first choice!
He lived alone in a small house on the edge of the village, no wife waited for him to return at the end of the day, no welcoming arms or smiling face to greet him, just the empty silence of his small house. True, the widows were available, and there were many in the province, but having experienced the attitude of the two in the village, he saw them all as untrustworthy as wives. As soon as he was out of the house, they'd be on their backs for some other man, wouldn't they? He had bedded them easily enough, hadn't he?
School was over for the day. Sitting in the empty classroom, Hans was watching the children outside, shouting and laughing as they made their way home. He was bored. The only teacher in this tiny school, he didn't even have the company of other people at work! His life seemed to be just one long lonely process of school and preparation for school! He picks up his briefcase. With a sigh, he closes the office door behind him and sets off for home. Down the main street to the other end of the village to his house. It is the last building in the village, and overlooks a field, now deep in grass, soon to be cut for hay.
Just in front of Hans, a young boy and girl from his school are walking hand in hand. He recognizes them as Albert and Magda. He is just opening his garden gate when he sees them slip into the field. Intrigued by the obvious possibilities, he unlocks his front door and runs up the stairs. A quick search of his bedroom cupboard for his yachting binoculars, and he is at the landing window in seconds. A hundred metres from his house, and hidden by the long grass from the view of passers-by on the road, the young couple have shed some of their clothing. He watches them as they explore each other's bodies, fascinated by the sight of their mutual masturbation. It is only minutes before Albert's penis spurts semen across Magda's hand and arm. Hans retreats to his bedroom, his erection demanding attention, and soon, as did Albert, he is jetting a stream of sticky fluid from his cock, his mind's eye on the young Magda's pussy!
The next afternoon, as school is finishing, he calls the two pupils to his office. To their dismay, they realize they have been found out. Hans describes their behaviour as 'grossly immoral, and totally inappropriate for children...' Albert is told to bare his bottom and bend over the desk. He is given three strokes of the cane. He is dismissed and leaves the office.
Hans tells Magda to bend over the desk to receive her punishment. He watches in amazement as she lifts her skirt, pulls down her knickers, and bends over the desk! He is about to tell her he does not cane girls, but spanks them with his hand without them exposing their bottoms, when he sees her fearful, tear-stained face looking at him. He realizes she is expecting the same treatment as Albert, and is scared of the caning.
'There's no need to cry, Magda!' he assures her. 'I don't...' he stops, looking at her smooth peach-like bottom. Her white knickers have dropped to the floor. 'Perhaps there is an alternative for you....not the cane, but...just my hand...' She relaxes visibly. Her widowed mother on occasion has spanked her bare bottom. It's not so bad! She settles down across his desk. He stands beside the young girl, staring at her exposed buttocks. He reaches out his left hand, placing it on the small of her back. He runs his right hand over her smooth firm flesh, feeling her tense beneath his touch. His penis is hard and straining against his trousers. Unable to resist the temptation, he cups her left buttock in his hand and squeezes it gently. His fingers curl around it, almost touching her anus.
'You and Albert acted most immorally....I blame him mainly...'
'Er..yes Sir...'
'Was it the first time then?'
'Er..Yes....er...no sir.'
'So if I....umm....examine you, will I find that you are a virgin?' She does not reply. Magda is motionless, she holds her breath as she feels his fingers near her vagina. She can hear his breathing, heavy and deep. Something tells her this is going to be different to the punishment her mother gives her! His hand moves gently over her flesh, his fingers touching her most intimate places. He feels the slickness of her sex on his fingertips. Magda flinches slightly at his touch and releases her pent-up breath. Emboldened by her silence, he pushes his middle finger tip into the young girl's vagina. A warm, oily dampness greets his digit. His finger slides in up to the first knuckle. She still makes no sound. The second knuckle disappears into the teenager. Something or someone has preceded him.
'Is that uncomfortable, Magda?' He asks.
'Er....no Sir...'
'You are not a virgin my dear.' He slowly begins to massage her with his finger. She is soft but very tight. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her young body responding rapidly to his finger.
'Is this what Albert did?' She nods her head. His finger goes in up to the third knuckle, and rubs against her clitoris. An involuntary 'ah' escapes her lips! His finger is releasing waves of sensation through her body. She feels hot and perspiration is on her forehead. Without thinking, she tilts her hips forward, raising her backside and rubbing herself against his hand.
'Well, Magda, it seems you are not a virgin...Shall I inform your Mother?' She turns her head to look at him with tear-filled eyes.
'Please Sir...no! She'll send me away...she said so!'
'If you keep quiet about what I am about to do, I shall not speak to your mother. Are we in agreement?'
'Are you...going to...do it to me...Sir? Albert and I never....we....he only...with his finger' He pushes his trousers to his knees. His circumcised penis springs into view. It is erect, blue veins standing out on its surface, with hairy balls hanging below. She stares at it. He is longer than Albert, thicker too. His balls are bigger, hanging low. His general appearance is much more mature, threatening in its sexuality. Certainly not the toy-like smoothness of Albert's body! He moves behind her. Something in her head tells her to run. But fear of her mother and a huge curiosity are stronger, and tell her to stay! She bites her bottom lip, anxiety running through her. Hans smiles as Magda braces herself against the desk, the action giving implied consent to his demands. He now has a clear view of the young girl's vagina and anus. They have a baby-like quality that brings beads of sweat to his forehead, and makes his heart race. She feels the smooth head of his cock as he rubs it along the slit of her vagina. He probes with his cock, pushing gently, feeling the tip of it becoming wet with her lubricant. He watches the outer lips of her vagina part as they give way to the head of his penis, unconditionally accepting it into their warm and tender embrace.
'Please Sir! I don't think I'm big enough....?' He pushes harder and the head disappears. '....OHHH!' A gasp of breath as the knob of his penis stretches the entrance to her vagina, squeezing through her tight inner labia, which snap closed behind it, gripping his shaft in an exquisite embrace. Albert's finger was one thing, but this is something else entirely!
'Are you alright? Am I hurting you?' He asks, as he eases a little more of his cock into her. Her breathy reply dispels his fears even before she finishes the sentence. 'Yes Sir...I think so...it's just that.....well...it's bigger than...than...'
'Albert's finger?' Unable to control himself any longer, he pushes into her. She feels herself opening up before his invading penis like a balloon that is being inflated for the first time. He slowly withdraws all but the head of his cock, savouring the initial tightness of his pubescent, virginal prize. Again he pushes slowly into her.This time she makes a quiet mewing sound, adjusting her hips to him, giving herself up to his penis and the feelings it is arousing in her. He begins to move in her. Only Albert's fingers have been there before, perforating her hymen and leaving the way clear for Hans. Albert's juvenile cock only ever found satisfaction in her palm, stirring her inquisitiveness; it is Hans that is now reaping the reward of Albert's fumbling! She is tight and firm around him, her juices giving a velvet feel to her vagina as his cock slides slowly in and out of her. Each time he pulls his cock back, he feels her inner labia tight around his knob. Each time he pushes into her, he stops only when he feels her cervix kiss his glans. Magda's head is spinning with new sensations. Her belly churns with excitement as she savors the feel of a man in her for the first time.
Suddenly Hans pulls out of her. She looks around to see him stripping off his clothes. She feels slightly embarrassed by her own predicament. Her knickers are around her ankles, her skirt over her back. Standing up, she steps out of her panties. He motions to her to remove her shirt. Shyly, she unbuttons it, revealing a silky chemise. The naked Hans is unbuttoning her skirt. All that remains between Magda and naked glory is the chemise. Hans lifts her arms above her head, then in one swift movement pulls the garment off her. She is naked but for her socks and shoes! He has never seen a more breathtaking sight and gazes in awe at her.
Magda's blonde hair falls over her shoulders in a vain effort to hide the swellings of her small breasts. Equally blonde hair also fails to hide her recently virgin teenage pussy. Hans gently pushes her against his desk, facing him this time. She puts her hands behind her as he sits her on the edge of his desk. He moves closer to her; his hands parting her knees, his straining penis rearing up between them, both pairs of eyes staring at it intently as it nuzzles her vagina once more. She is no longer tense with anxiety this time, as he slides into her firm, slick passage. He watches her face as he slowly pumps his tool into her. Her eyes close and her lips part slightly. Colour flushes her upper chest and neck, her cheeks then her ears turning pink. He puts his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. Her arms go around his neck. He becomes more urgent in his movements, his slow strokes speeding up as her gentle initiation into the world of sexual intercourse becomes her first fuck! It is only a minute before semen rises from his balls and jets into Magda. Magda feels his penis pulse as it blasts the potent fluid into her. Instinctively, she arches her back and thrusts against him. His hands grip her buttocks, clamping her to him as his massive ejaculation fills her with a flood of hot sperm. She clings to Hans as the realization of the event begins to impress itself on her. A baby? Surely not! Albert will be in for a surprise though!
Magda watches intently as Hans pulls his cock out of her. She feels a stream of semen running between her buttocks. It pools on the edge of the desk and then drips onto the carpet. His once straining penis is now wilting like a flower in the sun. She looks at him, blushing furiously. His expression is softer, and the ghost of a smile inhabits his mouth.
'Will that be all, Sir?' she asks quietly as she slips from the desk, standing naked before him.
'Yes, Magda, thank you.' She starts to dress, pulling on her chemise, and then wiping herself with her knickers. She doesn't put them on, however, but puts them in her schoolbag. As she makes for the office door, she stops and turns to him.
'Am I....er...well....was that the....er....punishment?'
'Magda, you were exquisite! But please....remember, don't tell anyone, or there will be trouble!'
'Yes, Sir!'
'Oh, and Magda....'
'Sir?'
'Perhaps we could....if you'd like to that is...er....do it again sometime?'
'Yes, Sir!' her smile assures him that all is well, and that 'next time' will not be long in coming! | 6 |
113,163 | Hans and Hannah | Hans was annoyed. His watch, a gift from his mother, had stopped. It was fully wound, and he could see no reason for it not to work. But work it would not. Dependent on it for timekeeping at the school, he had no option but to take it to a watch repairer. The only one that he knew of was in Frankfurt, and so, the following Saturday, he caught the early train to the city and headed to the aforesaid establishment.
The watchmaker, Moisha Bloomberg, as his name may suggest to you, was Jewish. He had lived in Frankfurt all his life and resided there still, above his small but profitable shop, with his wife of some twenty-two years and their nineteen-year-old daughter, Hannah. Now, Hannah, though a beautiful blonde, was, according to her mother, overdue to be married. In fact, it was on this very subject that she was berating her poor husband when Hans opened the door and walked into their shop.
'Good morning, sir. How can I help you?' queried the watchmaker, relieved to get a break from his wife's nagging. Was it his fault no suitable professional man operated in their social circles? But never mind that, here was business to be attended to.
'Good morning to you, my good sir. I wish to have a watch mended,' the watchmaker took the proffered item and began opening it. 'A gift from my mother, and indispensable for timekeeping at the school.' Moisha looked up from his task.
'School, did you say, sir? You are a schoolmaster?'
'Yes, in fact, the headmaster of a small village school. So the watch is of great importance to me.'
'Ah! Yes, of course! Can't have lessons late, can we?' His wife slid out of the shop and ushered Hannah downstairs to view Hans from behind the curtain that separated the shop from the back room.
'Can it be repaired?' asked an anxious Hans.
'Certainly, sir, but it will take a few days. Can you come back next Saturday? I can lend you a reliable timepiece until then.'
'Very good, I shall be here at the same time next Saturday.' He fastened the loaned watch to his waistcoat and bid the watchmaker a good day. After he had gone, Moisha's wife burst into the shop.
'My, my! What a handsome young man! A schoolmaster no less! What did you think of him, Hannah?' Moisha threw up his hands.
'Can you think of nothing else, woman?' he said despairingly. His wife clucked in annoyance.
'One of us has to, or the girl will never be married! Coming back next Saturday is he? Well. Hannah, what do you think of him?' Hannah blushed deeply.
'He's very handsome, certainly. He dresses well and is well-mannered...' Her mother beamed at her.
'So there you are! And a schoolmaster at that! What more could a girl want?' Moisha shook his head.
'Haven't you forgotten something? Or maybe you think we can order him to marry our girl?'
'Don't you worry about him, Moisha. Leave it to me! We'll see what a little hospitality can do, shall we?'
Much to Hans' surprise, when he attended the watchmaker's shop the following week, it was not the watchmaker, but a lovely young woman who handed him his now smoothly ticking watch. As he was paying her, the watchmaker appeared from the back room.
'There you are, sir, good as new. Quality timepiece. Pleasure to work on it!' Hans smiled. He had been worried it may not be repairable.
'You seem to have come some distance, and my wife wondered if you would care to join us for lunch, before you go back?' 'Er.... from Pohlheim....' As he looked at Hannah, a certain longing came into Hans. He looked at Hannah, then and then at the watchmaker.
'How very kind. I would be honored!'
And so it was that Hannah and Hans began their relationship and, furthermore, much to the delight of the watchmaker's wife, some three months later they were married, and Hannah moved to the schoolhouse in Pohlheim.
One morning, some weeks after the wedding, a large parcel arrived at the schoolmaster's house. Hannah eyed it with curiosity, but left it unopened for her husband to open when he came home from the school.
'There's a parcel for you, dear,' she informed him as she helped him remove his coat at the front door.
'Ah! Good! That will be my new camera! Come and look!' The two of them sat on the sofa in their front room, and Hans excitedly ripped open the brown paper parcel. A shiny black and chrome camera, complete with a shiny brown carrying case, emerged from the flurry of paper.
Over the next few weeks, Hans experimented with his new hobby, often talking his shy wife into posing for him, even managing to talk her into posing for him in the nude.
'I'm not too sure about this, Hans,' she had complained to him as she sat naked in their living room, as he busied himself with his apparatus.
'Not sure, my dear? Why ever not? Many of the world's greatest pieces of art feature beautiful ladies with no clothes!'
'Mmmmm, but this isn't quite the same, is it?' she asked. He stood up, looking at her with piercing eyes.
'My love; you are a lovely young woman in the prime of her young life, and I am sure that no one, anywhere, would begrudge me such a keepsake for my dotage!' At this, Hannah, an obedient and submissive girl, thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Hans busied himself once more snapping a series of pictures of his wife, depicting her in various poses, and as naked as the day she was born.
One morning, a few days into the school summer holidays, Hans tells Hannah they are going to the beach, where he has rented a beach chalet for two weeks. She is delighted. It is another adventure for Hannah. Living a sheltered life, she has never ventured far from home, her marriage to Hans being a huge adventure in itself! The next few days are spent shopping. Hans purchases her a new white dress. Its bodice clings to her upper body, showing her curvaceous form with stunning effect! The wide, deep neckline, ('all the fashion in Berlin, my dear!') is fringed with pink. Apart from exposing her shoulders, it frames, and gives a tantalizing hint of the magnificence of her breasts. The long pleated skirt falls from her hips in a swirling cascade to sweep around her ankles in a truly royal manner! Hans also purchases for her a swimsuit which Hannah tells him she will be far too shy to wear in public! It clings to her body and shows all her shape, and the legs are so short as to be almost non-existent! The neckline is as low as that of her dress! To make matters worse, instead of a nice modest black, it's in a bright 'canary yellow'!
On the morning of departure, Hannah is just bursting with excitement. When the motor taxi arrives to take them to the railway station in the nearby town, she is a picture of delight! The dress Hans has bought for her brings looks of admiration from the men in the village and envy from the women! The matching parasol giving her an air of sophistication she does not feel! Even so, Hannah looks, and feels, 'like a million Marks'.
After a long and tiring journey, they arrive at their destination. It is almost midnight, and Hannah is almost asleep on her feet when they reach their beachside chalet. They fall into bed and sleep until mid-morning.
When Hannah awakes, she finds herself alone, a note from Hans telling her he has gone for a stroll on the beach. Why doesn't she join him for a swim? She makes herself some coffee and then, donning her new swimsuit, she wraps herself in a large towel and sets off to find Hans. Hannah has not gone very far when she is shocked to see a naked man walking past her in the opposite direction! Then another one, this time accompanied by a naked woman! She hears Hans calling her and hurries over to him. She's relieved to see he is wearing his bathing costume!
'Of course, my dear! Many people dispense with the need for clothing at the beach. Healthier, gets the sun on your body!' he tells her. All the same, she is quite embarrassed by it all!
They swim for a while and then return to their chalet to prepare lunch. Hans insists they eat 'al fresco', so Hannah sets out a cloth on the beach, and they settle down to their meal. Whilst they are eating, a young man, quite naked, approaches and greets Hans. He is, Hans tells her, an old friend from university. Blushing furiously, Hannah shakes the man's hand, trying desperately not to be seen looking at his penis! Black hair runs from his navel down to his groin, his penis seems to grow out of this short dark forest like a small tree. The sight of this naked young man, at such close quarters, sends an unfamiliar tingle down Hannah's spine, and her blush begins to creep down her neck.
'Join us for a bite, Franz!'
'Very kind! I will!' Hans opens a bottle of wine, and lunch continues, with Hannah taking more wine than her usual one glass! Her glass seems to be bottomless! The two men are chatting, and Franz tells Hans he should dispense with his swimsuit.
'When everyone else is nude, it draws attention to you, old man. People think you're here to look, a voyeur, you know!' Hannah is horrified!That people might think that of her is awful! She looks aghast at Hans.
"He's right, dear. I'll just slip out of this suit. Maybe you should do the same; don't want people gossiping, do we!" She is flustered by his suggestion, but Franz cajoles, and Hans is assuring, so eventually, after a little more wine, she is persuaded to take off her bright new swimsuit! She slips out of it as Hans holds up a towel, then quickly sits back down, hoping not to be noticed.
"There now! Not so bad, is it?" asks Franz. Hannah, to her own surprise, giggles!
They continue chatting and drinking, and Hannah, now quite tipsy, begins to relax. Looking around, she notices that most of the people on the beach are older than they are. Bulging bellies and sagging breasts abound! It dawns on her that all the women are nowhere near as young and firm as she is, and that she is probably the youngest, best-looking female there! The thought makes her giggle again, spilling a little wine on her breasts. She stands up, hands her glass to Hans, and brushes off the offending wine with her hand. All the men in the surrounding area turn to look! She stands there on long, beautiful legs, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders, her breasts large and firm, nipples erect. Her belly is hard and flat, sweeping down to meet her thighs, where, at the focal point of every male eye on the beach, her sparse blonde pubic hair barely covers the folds of her vagina as it curves out of sight between her thighs. Here, amid these middle-aged, greying matrons, is a jewel of femininity!
Sitting next to her, the two men watch her as she looks around, accepting the gaze of strange men.
"What a lovely sight you are, Hannah! Hans is indeed a lucky man!" She blushes deeply. The comment making her aware of her own sexuality and other people's knowledge of it! Franz too, appears to be aware of it! His penis, up until now, soft and limp, has grown considerably! She stares at him, her earlier embarrassment now suppressed by the wine. His balls, she notes, are large and round. The skin of his penis is dark and smooth.
"How about a picture of Franz and I?" Hans asks her, standing up and passing her his camera.
"You know I can't work it, Hans!" she complains.
"Not to worry! Hi there!" he calls to a passing couple.
"Could you take a picture of us?" The man beams at Hannah as he takes the camera. His wife stares with unashamed lust at Franz's cock! The two men stand either side of Hannah, their arms around her waist. She feels a hot, uncomfortable flush run through her as the three of them stand there, Franz's arm and leg actually touching her naked body!
"Smile, please!" from the man holding the camera. Hannah does smile, not because of his request, but because of the erection she sees he is now growing! It's for her! She caused it! All these naked women on the beach, and he gets an erection for her!
After lunch, when they carry the picnic basket back to the chalet, she is quite tipsy. Franz takes a picture of her sitting on Hans's knee, then asks if he can have a picture with her too. "After all, it's not every day I meet such a beautiful naked woman!" She is a little flustered, but agrees. His flattery, the wine, and the relaxed ambience combine to create a situation she would never usually allow herself to be in! Franz sits on the sofa, and she takes his extended hand, allowing him to guide her to his lap. She sits down, Franz turning her to face Hans.
"Relax, my dear! It will be a splendid photo!" assured her husband. "Put your arm around his shoulder, dear...that's it! Now, Franz, your right arm around her waist...your left on her knee...good...." Hannah watches her husband as he busies himself with the camera.
"Lean back a little, dear, try and look relaxed...that's it...." She settles down into the crook of Franz's arm, the act of doing so pushing him back slightly so that his left hand slides up from her knee to her thigh. She is now turned slightly towards him, her left breast resting against his chest, her cheek against his hair. Her legs have parted slightly as she turned. His fingers are now just millimetres from the wispy blonde hair that shadows her pubic mound. His right hand moves slightly to cup the globe of her right breast. Hannah turns her head to watch as his hand as it caresses her. Pleasure seems to emanate from its palm. Her already erect nipples roll between his fingers, wallowing in their own sexual frenzy. Hannah becomes vaguely aware of a pressure beneath her thigh. She knows what it must be. His left hand slides between her thighs, its fingers gently stroking the slit of her sex. She throws a furtive, guilty glance at Hans. Despite the fact that he is busy clicking away, he doesn't seem to have noticed! Franz moves beneath her, sliding down behind her. She is facing her husband. They are looking into each other's eyes. She feels her legs being parted as Franz's knees slide between her calves. She gasps as his cock slides upwards along her clitoris, sending a shockwave of sensation through her belly. His cock is hard and long, its dark pink head rearing up from her pubic hair.
"Lean back a little, dearest...." Hans says quietly, with a smile. She lays back against Franz's arm, the movement causing another wave of pleasure to flow through her. Watching her husband as he photographs them, she notices he too has an erection. She feels movement between her thighs. Looking down her belly, she watches as Franz's cock slowly disappears inside her. Surely Hans will object...be angry...jealous...
Franz had felt her dampness on his cock. She was ready! He was about to have this lovely young woman, and at the invitation of her husband! Old school chum indeed! Hans had started chatting to him earlier as he had been strolling down the beach, looking at women. When he had commented that there wasn't a single female there he'd care to bed, Hans had suggested that in that case he may care to meet his wife Hannah? Hans then told him he was an amateur photographer, and that he wanted to photograph his wife with a man. Would he care to be that man? He had been rather shocked at first, but when Hans had explained that his nineteen-year-old wife did not know of his idea, and would probably object if asked outright, the idea of the conspiracy and the seduction had caught his imagination, and he had agreed to go along with Hans's plan.
Franz couldn't believe his luck! He pulls his hips back, bringing the head of his penis down through her pubic hair, rubbing against her erect clitoris, parting her vulva and slipping into the hot, welcoming wetness of her vagina. In one slow, deliberate movement, he (until a few minutes ago, a complete stranger to the couple), in full view of her watching husband, has buried his cock completely in this lovely young teenage bride!
"Hans...! Hans...!" She gasps, panic and passion mixing to deprive her of sensible speech.
"Splendid, my dear, just splendid!" he says softly. "Just relax and enjoy the moment, whilst I change the film!" Enjoy the moment, Hans had said! She closes her eyes, and, for the first time in her life, Hannah feels the heat of lust and begins to move against this unfamiliar cock. She feels something warm and soft touch her lips. Without opening her eyes, she sucks Hans's cock into her mouth. Its familiar feel somehow adding to the sensation of Franz's cock. For a minute or two, the three of them busy themselves with their own pleasures. Suddenly both men move, and Hannah finds herself alone on the sofa. Franz has the camera. Hans lays her down, and lifts her legs high and wide. She giggles again and blushes as Franz watches intently as her husband slips the head of his cock into her and invites Franz to capture the moment on film! She feels the thrill of exhibitionism. It burns into her like a flame as she sees Franz's cock twitch and a single drop of semen oozes from it.
They begin to fuck. This time she performs not for her husband, but for the camera and for Franz's watching eyes! Again the men change places, but this time it is Hannah's own hands that hold her legs wide to accommodate her stud! Franz lays across her, intent this time not on pleasing the camera, but satisfying his own lust. He hooks her legs over the crook of his elbow, pressing them almost to her shoulders. Hans's camera catches the gape of his wife's labia with the bulbous head of Franz's cock millimetres from it. There is another click as his knob has almost disappeared from sight into her wet, eager orifice. He begins to fuck her with long, slow strokes, his movements increasing in speed to match the thrusts of her hips. He watches her face as her orgasm builds, then, with a final push, he grinds his pubic bone against hers, crushing her clitoris and letting his semen burst from his cock in a hot flood of lust. As it spurts into her, an orgasm explodes through Hannah. She cries out loud, gripping Franz so hard she leaves bruises on his shoulders.
After nearly a year of marriage, her first shocking and addictive orgasm!
All through the afternoon and late into the night, Hannah gives herself up to the debauchery of her husband and her lover. A slave to the new experience of orgasm! They took her in turns, and when they tired, she mounted them, driving herself to orgasm after orgasm. Their sperm filled her vagina and her mouth. It flowed down her chin onto her breasts. It spattered on her face and it matted her hair. And all the while the camera clicked.
She is sitting astride Franz when she feels Hans behind her. She feels his penis probing her rear end, looking for access. "Be patient! Let me suck it for you!"But he is pushing, pushing, and she cries out loud when his cock forces its way into her. The lubricating mixture of semen and her own juices allows it to squeeze into her already filled vagina. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed, she stares down at Franz for a moment, frozen in disbelief. They are both in her! Laying on Franz's chest, she remains motionless as both men begin to fuck her simultaneously. Her firm young vagina is now stretched to its limit. Her remaining ideas of morality and propriety are squeezed from her by the two men between whom she is sandwiched. The last shreds of her morality will be washed away by the flow of their semen and be replaced by the lust for pleasure. Minutes later, the orgasm that crashes through her is unlike anything that went before. It continues for a full five minutes with wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure rushing through her belly and her head. She writhes and bucks crazily between the two men, and it does not stop until both men have filled her with a cocktail of their semen. With a groan of exhaustion, she collapses onto Franz. Their shrinking cocks slip from her, leaving her vagina a gaping, oozing hole. The weariness of complete sexual satisfaction sweeps over her, and despite occasional forays into her limp and sticky body by the men, she sleeps deeply until late morning.
Hannah awakes from her dreamless slumber into a new world. An exciting world of cameras and young men with hard penises! A world that will see pictures of her as she poses for the craving needs of men all over Germany, her body displayed on the pages of magazines as Hans has photographed her, sometimes with one or two men, sometimes with six or seven, but always smiling and always with a cock inside her! | 3 |
113,301 | Hannah 7 | Hannah woke early. She awoke lying on her back with her legs wide open and her cunt throbbing. She had no idea when Jeff would call, but she wanted to be naked and available for his big cock.
She showered vigorously before sitting in the shower tray and shaving her cunt and all her pubic mound. Then she rinsed off and dried herself thoroughly. Her mind was completely full of being fucked by the two boys last night. Even as she was drying herself, her pussy was getting wetter thinking about their horny little minds and what they might make her do today.
Jeff and Jimmy were at Jeff's house talking about Hannah. Jimmy was keen to go straight to her house and fuck her again, but Jeff wasn't ready. Jeff had been thinking a lot about Hannah and how naturally slutty she was. His demands on her had been so readily met. She had allowed herself to be fucked by that big black stranger, and while it was clear that she didn't really want to do it, she had not refused. In fact, Jeff realized, Hannah hadn't ever refused to do anything he told her. She had told Jeff that she wanted to be his slut, and while he was prepared to share her, Jeff wanted it to be clear that he was her owner. Sitting listening to Jimmy talk about fucking her again started to give Jeff some ideas. They would fuck her again, but Jeff had some other ideas too. Ideas that, when carried through, would result in his total control over Hannah. Jeff called to his Mom that he was going to walk the dog with Jimmy, and they left the house.
Hannah had finished breakfast and was wandering around the house naked, as usual. Her pussy was still throbbing with desire. She had always known that the more sex she had, the more sex she needed, and now she needed sex. Her instructions were to always keep her cunt hot and wet, so she picked up her vibrator and went to her favorite recliner to do as she must.
Dropping into the chair, she threw her legs over the arms, lewdly displaying her big pussy lips. She felt her bald, newly shaved pubic mound and marveled how good it felt. She moved her fingers around her pussy. God, it felt so good. She pulled her lips and split them with her finger, gently squeezing her clitoris as she did so. The inside of her pussy was nicely wet already, so she turned on the vibrator and just played it around her pussy lips, avoiding her clitoris in case it made her cum before she was ready. She luxuriated in the feeling of the humming vibrator around her pussy. She pulled it away and felt with her other hand for her clitoris. She pulled the little hood back so it was sticking out and poked a finger into her pussy to get it wet. Then she gently stroked the protruding tip of her clitoris. She almost came straight away, the feeling was so powerful. She decided that she just had to stop touching her pussy or she would cum for sure. Instead, she picked up one of the porno magazines and started flicking through the dirty pictures, waiting for her horny young lovers to arrive.
Jeff, Jimmy, and the dog, walked through the door and straight into the lounge where she sat naked with her legs apart, still flicking through the magazine. Jimmy immediately pounced on her, diving between her legs and sucking her nipples and squeezing her huge tits with his fingers. Jeff leaned over and kissed her tenderly, pushing his tongue into her open mouth. She was already creaming and moaning softly at their tender touches. Then Hannah noticed the dog, and a sudden fear overtook her. She remembered that when she was begging Jeff to let her be his slut, she promised she would fuck anyone and anything he told her to, including his dog.
Jeff stood up and stripped off his clothes. His big erect cock was swaying around as he pulled off his socks. He immediately went and stood next to Hannah, who willingly opened her mouth to receive the gift of the cock she adored. Jimmy slid down her tummy to kneel on the floor in front of her widespread thighs and began to lick her pussy. He didn't really know what he was doing, but Jeff had told him that Hannah would enjoy having her pussy licked by the young boy, so he just did what he thought he should.
Hannah was in heaven. Her throbbing pussy being licked was sensational, especially when, by accident, he sucked on the now protruding clitoris and licked all around it. She moaned into Jeff's cock as he pushed it down her throat. Jeff could tell that Hannah was about to have a massive orgasm, so he took his cock out of her mouth, watching her pouting disapproval. He pulled her up and made her kneel on the floor by the patio door. Then he got Jimmy to stick his long cock in her mouth while he got behind her and shoved his fat cock into her cunt. He could feel her cunt tight around his cock, and he rammed into her so he pushed Jimmy's cock down her willing throat. They rocked her between them, enjoying the feeling of her throat and cunt around their young cocks.
Jeff was getting more ideas. He took his cock out of her cunt and laid on the floor beside her. He made her crouch down onto his cock and bob up and down until he knew her thighs would be complaining. Then he let her down onto her knees, and she managed to keep his big cock in her cunt. She was told to hang her tits over his face so he could lick and pinch her nipples.
Hannah was in heaven with his cock deep inside her pussy and his tongue doing wonderful things to her tits. Then she felt Jimmy behind her. She had made his cock very wet with her sucking, so when he began to push it into her arse, it slipped in easily. The boys could each feel the other's cock between the thin walls separating her cunt from her arse. They were both so tight now that they knew they wouldn't last long. Hannah relaxed her arse so that Jimmy could fuck her arse in time with Jeff fucking her cunt. Within minutes, both young men exploded into her pussy and arse at the same time. Hannah had an incredible orgasm as they spunked inside her. Jimmy was the first to pull his cock out of her arse, then Hannah lifted herself off Jeff's softening cock. She crawled down and licked his cock clean before turning and doing the same for Jimmy. She asked them if they wanted her to eat their spunk from inside herself. Jeff shook his head on behalf of both of them, so she just got up and left it all inside her.
Hannah went into the kitchen and brought back cold drinks for them all. She put them on the table, opened hers, and took a long drink out of it. She was leaning against the table, and Jeff could see the spunk starting to leak from her cunt. He smiled and waited. Within minutes, the dog stood up from where he was sitting by the patio door. He walked straight to Hannah, who thought he was coming to be petted. Instead, he put his nose between her legs and started to lick the spunk that had accumulated just under her pussy. Hannah tried to push him away until Jeff commanded her to leave the dog alone. Then he told her to open her legs. As soon as she did so, the dog began to lap at her lips. The dog's long wet tongue was licking from her arse, between her cunt lips, and over her clitoris. She had never realised how rough a dog's tongue is. Hannah held on to the table, and she found herself leaning back to give the dog's tongue better access. Jeff was delighted and watched avidly as Hannah got more and more into the dog's tongue. Inevitably, after quite a short time, Hannah had an enormous clitoral orgasm, her thighs were shaking with the intensity of it. Hannah started to close her legs until Jeff spoke and told her that she had to remember the rules and the rules are that she must keep her legs open at all times, even when having an orgasm. Hannah kept them open, although the dog's tongue was now painful on her sensitive clitoris. She asked Jeff to please stop the dog licking her because it hurt now. Jeff ignored her for thirty seconds, just because he could.
Watching the dog licking Hannah's cunt had turned Jeff on. He told Hannah to come and kneel between his legs as he was seated on the sofa. His cock was hard and perpendicular. Hannah smiled, knelt, and took his cock in her mouth. Jeff signaled Jimmy to bring the dog. Jimmy knew what he wanted. Jeff told Hannah to put her hands between her legs and open her cunt.She thought it was for Jimmy and realized too late when she felt the hairs of the dog's underbelly on her naked arse as his cock plunged into the soaking wet vagina she had obediently held open for him. Hannah had never been fucked by a dog. She had seen it in porno films but was completely unprepared for the jackhammer effect of her first doggy fuck. She was surprised by the size of the dog's cock too, she could feel it pushing at her cervix as he plunged his cock in and out of her. Hannah could barely concentrate on Jeff's cock as the dog's cock mastered her cunt; she could think of little else. Fortunately, Jeff came quickly and told Hannah to put her shoulders on the floor. This gave the dog the perfect angle to fuck his bitch, and he went at it. Jeff and Jimmy watched the spectacle of the horny woman and the rampant dog...The drinks when they came were delivered by two different waiters, and Hannah was sure their tongues were hanging out as they put the cups on the table. They were looking more at her cunt than they were at the table. Jeff was grinning, and Hannah could feel herself blushing at all the attention her slutty attire and attitude was getting her.
They finished their drinks, and Hannah said she would go to pay at the counter. Jeff had other ideas. He called the waiter over and asked for the bill. The waiter was delighted to stand there looking at Hannah's wide-open pussy while he laboriously added up the simple sum. Hannah paid him, and he smiled at her pussy as he gave her the change. They all stood, and Hannah went to pull down her tight skirt. Once again, Jeff stopped her.
"Leave it," was all he said. She did, but she looked down, and she could see the bottom of her pussy lips hanging down beneath the skirt. She felt like such a slut, but then, she thought, she had asked for this.
She asked Jeff to let her use the toilet. Jeff was smart, though; he recalled that she had only had a cup of tea since they left the house.
"Do you want to pee, or do you want to dump the spunk from your cunt?" he asked. Hannah went red; she realized he had seen through her ruse. She could feel the spunk just behind her pussy lips and thought it would run out any time soon.
Jeff took her to a toilet block along the street. He walked in to the Men's with her and took her into a cubicle. He took off her clothes, then walked her naked across the toilets to stand in front of the urinal.
"Pee, then," he said. Hannah was shocked. Standing naked in a men's public toilet, she had to hold her pussy to point it at the urinal and began to pee, sending her stream of piss into the urinal. When she had finished, Jeff made her wipe her pussy with her finger and lick it clean. Amazingly, no one had come into the toilet, and Hannah was relieved. Not for long. Jeff took her back to the cubicle where her clothes were hanging. Jimmy was standing there, stroking his long cock. He sat on the toilet seat, and Jeff pushed her towards him and told her to suck his cock.
This was all going wrong for Hannah. Her pussy and arse were still full of their copious boy spunk, and although she had peed, there had been no opportunity to dump the spunk. Following Jeff's orders, she bent at the waist and began to deep-throat Jimmy's long cock while Jeff stood behind her, playing with her pussy. She was concentrating so hard on the cock in her mouth that when the first cock pushed into her wet pussy, she thought it was Jeff. But this cock was much bigger than even Jeff's cock. Jeff held her still so she didn't jump up, and the guy fucked her quickly, dumping even more spunk into her full pussy. There were four more. Three more fucked her cunt, and one fucked her arse.
Now she was seriously full of spunk! Hannah would be more careful in the future, as Jeff was certainly learning about punishment.
He let her stand up and dress in her skimpy clothes.
"Come on," he said, "just one more thing before we eat lunch," and he led Hannah and Jimmy out of the toilet. Hannah could feel the spunk sloshing around in her pussy and knew it was only a matter of time before it would run out of her pussy and arse down her legs.
They didn't have far to go. Jeff took them to a bait shop on the waterfront at the end of the strip. There was a bench outside. He told Hannah to sit on the bench and left Jimmy with her. Jeff made sure she had opened her legs the required distance; he could see the spunk beginning to seep out of her cunt and run down her thighs, before he went in to the bait shop alone.
Jeff went into the bait shop and was gone for several minutes. When he came out, there were four boys standing, looking at Hannah's naked shaved cunt, giggling and pointing, much to her distress. Jeff stood there for a moment, then went to the biggest boy, who was about eleven.
"Do you want a feel of her?" he asked. The boy looked shocked.
"Can you make her let me?" said the boy.
"I can make her do anything that I want to," said Jeff proudly. "Hannah, put two fingers into your cunt and fuck yourself."
The boy looked amazed as Hannah did exactly as she was told.
"Cor, can I really have a feel of her cunt?" the boy asked.
"Yes, but be quick, we have something to do."
The boy stepped forward and grasped Hannah's hand that was still fucking her pussy. He pulled the hand away, noting the spunk on her fingers.
"Has she just been fucked?" the boy asked.
"Yes, she's just been fucked by four cocks that spunked in her cunt, and one fucked her arse less than an hour ago. Before that, we fucked both her cunt and arse a couple of hours ago," said Jeff nonchalantly.
The boy got down on his haunches to examine Hannah's cunt before reaching out and touching it, touching her lips, her clitoris, before finally sinking two fingers deep inside her. He took his fingers out.
"God, she is full of spunk," the boy said.
"Don't worry, she'll lick it off your fingers," said Jeff. The boy presented his fingers, and Hannah obediently opened her mouth and sucked them clean.
Suddenly, all the boys crowded around her, touching her pussy, feeling her tits through her tight top, and all ramming various numbers of fingers into her hairless, soaking wet, spunk-filled pussy, then pulling them out and putting them in her mouth to lick them clean. The eldest boy had his hand inside Hannah's blouse, squeezing her nipples, when Jeff said that they had to stop now because they were busy.
The boys wandered off, very pleased with themselves.
"Come on," said Jeff, pulling Hannah onto her feet and into the bait shop. Hannah was confused; why were they going into a bait shop? She soon found out. At the back of the shop was a curtained-off area that said 'tattoo parlour'.
Jeff told her to sit down on a spare chair. She did so, remembering to open her legs. Jeff went to the counter and spoke to the clerk, gesticulating to Hannah. The clerk was nodding his head and making notes. He turned the pad around, and Jeff made some modifications to his notes. Then Jeff came back to where Hannah and Jimmy were sitting. The clerk was behind the desk, ogling Hannah's cunt.
"Come with me," said Jeff. Hannah and Jimmy rose and followed him behind the curtain. There was a big, muscled guy in dirty jeans, his bare, hairy, and tattooed chest covered with an open leather waistcoat.
Jeff stood in front of Hannah to make it perfectly clear there was to be no discussion.
"Strip off," he said. Hannah was dumbfounded.
"What is going on?" she asked.
"You are going to be tattooed," he said.
"Oh no, Jeff, please, why are you doing this?" she sobbed.
"Because you are mine, and I want anyone that sees my slut's body to know who owns her, so just strip off now and do as I tell you, or I walk out of here and out of your life, for ever."
Hannah could not bear the thought of losing her new lover, so she pulled her tight blouse over her head, releasing her huge tits, then unzipped the little suede skirt, letting it drop to the floor.
The tattooist was impressed. He walked up to her and inspected her tits, weighed them in his big hands before feeling her cunt and her arse. He turned her all around before saying,
"I can't work on her with spunk running out of her cunt, can I?" he said.
Jeff turned to Hannah.
"Hannah, get rid of the spunk," he said. Hannah looked around for a toilet. There wasn't one. Hugely embarrassed, she turned slightly away from the tattooist and crouched before sticking her fingers into her pussy and scooping loads of spunk out and licking it off her fingers. She did this about ten times before there was hardly any left, then Jeff made her wipe her thighs with her gypsy top until the tattooist was satisfied.
He told her to lay on her back on a bench-like leather couch. He cleaned a small area on the top of her pubic mound with alcohol and got going with his tattoo gun, scarily close to her pussy. Hannah was too scared to ask Jeff what was being tattooed on her, but it didn't take long, and it wasn't very painful. Hannah dared to look down and saw that she had been tattooed with "Jeff's cunt" just above her clitoris.
The tattooist moved away, done with his needle. He called Jeff to his desk, and they talked for some minutes. Then Jeff nodded his head vigorously, and the biker man grinned.
They walked back to Hannah, and the biker strapped her into the chair by her arms and legs so that she couldn't move. Hannah was terrified; she thought she was going to be raped. In fact, it was probably worse. The biker swabbed her right nipple and squeezed it until it was hard, then he quickly applied some special pliers to it that made a hole. He inserted a silver ring. Hannah was shocked into silence. She had no idea where Jeff's control over her was going. Her pussy was throbbing with the thought of her being permanently marked as Jeff's property, and now she would be bearing his jewellery too. The biker quickly did her other nipple, and Hannah assumed she was done.
When the biker squeezed her clitoris, Hannah screamed.
"No, Jeff, not down there, it's too much. It will hurt."
"Be quiet, Hannah," Jeff said, "or I'll get him to put a gag on you. It's my cunt, and I want to dress it up."
Dress it up they did. They put 3 rings in each of her big pussy lips, then a small ring through her clitoral hood. They joined the rings with a small silver chain which dangled onto her inner lips as she lay on the table. She couldn't see it, but the clit ring was perfectly positioned so that her clitoris would be in a constant state of arousal. She just didn't know it yet.When the work was done, the restraints were removed, and Hannah was helped down from the table. The biker said something to Jeff. Jeff turned to Hannah.
"We have to pay the man for all the nice work he has done for you, Hannah. I told him I don't have any money, but he said he just wants to fuck you, and we'll be even." Hannah didn't know what to say. It was pointless telling Jeff she would pay for her own mutilation because it was clear now that he wanted to see her being fucked by the big muscled guy.
While Jeff was talking, the biker had stripped off his clothes, and he stood there in front of her with a massive erection. He walked over to her and gently stroked all around her nipple rings. The sensations were absolutely incredible. Hannah didn't realize how much more sensitive the rings would make her nipples. She almost came, and he had only stroked the end of both nipples. She could feel the wetness in her pussy as her juices started flowing.
The tattooist lifted her up and laid her back on the leather couch. He adjusted the height of it so that her pussy was perfectly lined up for his huge hairy cock. He lifted and held her legs apart and leaned forward and gently blew on her clitoris. She was so close to cumming she couldn't stand it. She wanted him to squeeze her clitoris hard and take her over the edge. Instead, he stroked his cock and pushed it against her wet pussy lips. They just slid aside, allowing him access to her soaking vagina. His cock just kept going into her until she felt completely stuffed. Then he pushed more cock into her until she finally felt his pubic hair brushing her exposed clitoris. She squeezed her pussy muscles. The feeling in her clitoris was nearly unbearable; she needed an orgasm, she was so fucking hot.
The tattooist started to pump his big cock in and out of her pussy. Hannah was in a different world. She had never had such a big cock in her pussy, and the feelings from the rings were a completely new experience.
He fucked her hard for about 10 minutes. She had two orgasms, squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum in her starving pussy. When he did cum, she was stunned. His cock expanded and exploded inside her. She felt gallons of his spunk spraying inside her. When he stopped pulsating, he began to withdraw his huge member. She felt like she was being emptied; she had felt so full. His cock eventually flopped out of her pussy, and he lifted her off the bench so she didn't make a mess on it.
Good idea. The spunk was already escaping from her gaping pussy. Jeff saw it and told her to do her party piece. She instantly knew what he meant and crouched down and scooped the gooey mess out and licked it off her fingers. The tattooist was absolutely delighted, especially when she came over to him, on Jeff's instruction, and kneeled down in front of him to suck clean his dirty cock.
Jeff then gave her the suede skirt and gypsy top and told her to get dressed. The new nipple rings were plainly visible under her top, and the rubbing of the cotton made her nipples even more sensitive than they had been before. She was allowed to cover her pussy with the suede skirt. Just.
Then they left, with the tattooist shaking hands vigorously with Jeff, inviting him to bring any of his women for him to work on.
Hannah walked away from the bait shop, just hoping that after all she had been through, that she would be the only slut Jeff needed, or wanted.
They walked back to the car, and she asked Jeff where she should drive to.
"Well, as you are the only one that has had anything to eat, I think we should go to a restaurant. There is one a couple of miles along the road. Let's go!"
Hannah had only eaten spunk since breakfast, so she was seriously hungry herself. She was a little doubtful about her attire in a restaurant, but she knew that as Jeff's slut, he would do what he wanted anyway, regardless of her views.
She put the car into gear and started to drive off. Jeff slapped her thigh. She had already forgotten that she had to have her legs open wide whenever she had clothes on. Quickly, she spread her legs, once more pushing her little skirt high up her thighs. She looked down and saw the intricate rings and chains looping through her labia and up to her clitoris. She could see her clitoris poking out through its hood. Her nipples were fully erect, and the outline of her new nipple rings could be seen through her top. She felt like the complete slut that she was. It made her gasp with excitement.
She drove away, off to the restaurant with her young lover and his best friend. | 3 |
113,302 | Hannah 12 | Hannah poured herself a glass of chilled wine and went into the lounge, collapsing into her chair. She had lost count of the number of times she had been fucked that day, but her cunt was still throbbing with desire. She briefly considered turning up her nosy next-door neighbor's door with just her bathrobe on and begging him to fuck her, but her genuine love for Jeff, thirty years her junior, prevented her from quenching her need with her neighbor.
Instead, Hannah put on her bathrobe and went out to her car, bringing in the rampant rabbit. She put it on the side table next to her armchair and sat, making herself comfortable with her legs stretched across the arms and hanging down outside. She looked down at her widespread pussy lips and thought she could see her pussy throbbing. She knew she had been fucked at least 20 times that day, but she was getting used to lots of sex and wanted more, especially more of Jeff and his young friends.
Hannah buzzed her lips and clitoris with the toy until she came hard, then she slid the device into her pussy until the part that stuck out was hard up against her clitoris. Then she rammed the whole length of it into her cunt and began to rhythmically pump it in and out, dreaming it was Jeff fucking her. She continued to fuck herself until she managed to have an orgasm. Then she dragged herself to her bedroom to go to sleep, still desperate for more cock.
Hannah awoke with the alarm the next morning, rose and shaved and showered before her usual confrontation with her wardrobe. Her head said dress conservatively, her cunt (and Jeff) said dress sexily. Sexily usually won, especially when her pussy was still throbbing from the sexual antics that Jeff had put her through the day before, where she had lost count of the number of times she had been fucked by 12 teenagers before being fucked by the biggest cock she had ever had inside her when Jeff had let the head waiter at the Italian restaurant fuck her on the dinner table while all the staff watched. Even thinking about it made Hannah wet. She couldn't wait to see Jeff again and hoped he had grand designs on her body.
Hannah chose a summer dress - a sleeveless short dress with a zip up the back. No stockings, but she did put on a bra, now that her nipple rings didn't make it too sore to do so. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked pretty good for her age. She couldn't resist turning around and bending at the waist to see how far she could go before everyone could see her pussy. It wasn't actually that far. A cup of tea and two slices of toast with Marmite, and Hannah was out of the door walking to her car. As she did, she was thinking about her previous journey to work on the bus. That made her pussy tingle!
The drive to work was uneventful. She arrived at the office car park and retrieved the rampant rabbit from her handbag. She lifted up her arse to pull the dress out from under her bum and lifted the hem to her waist so that it didn't get soaked, before setting to work on her pussy with the rabbit. After her orgasm, she turned off the rabbit and opened her eyes in that order. A woman from the office was standing next to her car, watching her. Hannah knew that she had seen everything. She quickly wiped her juices off the rabbit and put it in the glove compartment before pulling her dress down and getting out of the car. The woman had gone, leaving Hannah somewhat embarrassed, knowing what she had probably seen.
Halfway through the morning, Hannah returned from the coffee machine to see a note on her desk. It must be from the woman that had seen her masturbating in the car park. It simply said that she should be in the ladies' toilet on the 5th floor at 11:45. Hannah knew that the 5th floor was available to let, so the toilets would most likely be unused.
Hannah turned up precisely on time to find the woman that had seen her masturbating with the rabbit leaning on the row of sinks. Hannah was embarrassed and asked her what she wanted. She told Hannah that she had seen her fucking herself with the toy and she had seen the jewelry on her lips and her tattoo. Hannah was mortified and asked the woman what she intended to do about it. Surprisingly, the woman told Hannah to strip. Hannah was a bit dumfounded; she stood there for a few seconds until the woman leaned forward and slapped her, telling her to get on with it. Hannah reached back for the zip on the dress, pulling it down and shrugging the dress from her shoulders before dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it. Hannah was now standing in front of the woman dressed only in a bra. The woman told Hannah to lose the bra, which took only a second. Hannah was now completely naked. The woman approached Hannah and told her to spread her legs. She ran a finger between Hannah's lips and smelled her arousal on it.
She asked Hannah where her knickers were. Hannah said she didn't wear knickers. The woman asked why. Hannah was too well-trained and answered the woman honestly that her boyfriend had told her that she mustn't. The woman asked why she couldn't wear them when her boyfriend didn't know, and Hannah had to tell her that he had destroyed them all. Then the woman began to quiz Hannah about her tattoo. Who was Jeff, why was she a cunt, who had tattooed her. She kept on until Hannah had told her the whole story about Jeff and his complete control over her, she even told her that he was only 15 years old. The woman continued to question Hannah about Jeff. What was he like, how big is his cock, does he fuck her a lot. Hannah told her everything, about Jeff, Jimmy, the cousins, the dog, the twelve teenagers - everything. This seemed to satisfy the woman, and Hannah thought she was going to be allowed to go straight back to work. The woman had other ideas. She made Hannah lay on the cold tiled floor, then she stepped over her face. Hannah looked up her skirt to see that she had no knickers on. Her cunt was hairy though, and Hannah could see her lips were pink and puffy - she was obviously very aroused. She crouched down on Hannah's mouth and told her to lick. Hannah just did as she was told and was soon rewarded with the woman's pussy juices flooding her mouth as she came, noisily.
The woman stood up and wiped her cunt with Hannah's dress before throwing it at her and telling her that she would meet her at Hannah's car at 5:15. She picked up Hannah's bra and stuffed it into her handbag. Hannah was beside herself. She didn't know what to do. The woman had completely taken control of her and she didn't even know her name, although clearly the woman knew her name and that she was being sexually active with a minor. Hannah was terrified and couldn't concentrate the whole afternoon.
After work, she went to her car to find the woman waiting. She unlocked the car and began to get in. The woman stood at the passenger side of the car and told her to take off her dress. Hannah wasn't sure - she wanted to be defiant but didn't want to risk the police. The woman saw her hesitation and told her that if she didn't take off her dress, she would go straight to the police and tell them about her fucking a minor. Hannah was convinced. She quickly unzipped the dress and slipped out of it before jumping into the car. The woman slipped into the passenger seat. Even then, Hannah's training took over, and she opened her legs wide. The woman asked Hannah why she had spread her legs as wide as possible.Hannah had to explain that Jeff had told her to always have her legs wide open. The woman asked if Hannah always did what Jeff told her. Hannah told her yes, and the woman asked what he had told her to do. Hannah then had to tell the woman the whole story about how she had met Jeff and her tattoo, her piercings, and then her sexual experiences with other men at Jeff's command, and that if she disobeyed, she was punished by having to have sex with strangers.
She told Hannah to drive home and to keep her legs apart as she had been instructed. When they stopped at a traffic light and a bus pulled up next to them, the woman made Hannah pull on her lip rings. When she looked up, there were four men smiling down at her naked body. When they arrived at Hannah's house, the woman got out of the car and threw Hannah's dress over her shoulder and walked to the front door. Hannah had to get out of the car and run to the house, her huge breasts bouncing as she did so. She quickly found the key in her bag and opened the door to get in and out of sight.
Once inside, the woman spotted the flowery dress that Hannah had worn to the restaurant the night before, hanging on the hook by the front door. She asked Hannah why it was there. Hannah had to explain that she wasn't allowed to wear clothes in the house and that she had to undress and hang her clothes on that hook. The woman asked Hannah why there was no bra hanging there. Hannah had to tell her that she hadn't worn a bra with that dress. The woman continued to press, and Hannah ended up telling her about the trip to the Italian restaurant and how she had been fucked while naked on the table in front of the entire staff. The woman smiled as she took off her jacket. She dropped her handbag on the floor and went into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine, but she didn't offer any to Hannah.
Hannah was standing there naked in front of her tormentor, her nipples hard on her huge breasts and her shaved pussy showing her ringed clitoris, with the rings and chains hanging from her nether lips as the woman instructed her to get on her knees. Once kneeling, she was told to keep her legs apart and to put two fingers inside herself to remind her to keep her legs spread. Then the woman stripped off her clothes, revealing her naked hairy cunt and nice firm breasts with big erect nipples. She told Hannah to lick her.
Hannah was now completely under the woman's power. On her knees, she moved forward until she could reach the woman's vagina with her tongue and began to lick. The woman told her to lick harder and to fuck herself with her fingers. Hannah did as she was told, and she soon really needed to come. She had been having so much sex lately that she needed more and more of it. Eventually, the woman came noisily.
The woman went and found Hannah's shower and told her to get in. As soon as Hannah was in, the woman followed her. She made Hannah wash her body, then her own. While they were washing, she had Hannah tell her again all about Jeff, and Jimmy and the 12 friends, all about her fucks since she found Jeff looking through her window. The woman was groping Hannah, caressing her cunt lips and rubbing her nipples. She was fascinated with Hannah's vaginal jewelry and played a lot with them, paying special attention to her clitoris. Hannah's clitoris was so sensitive that just caressing it was enough to make her cum. She did so then, gasping, her legs shaking as she concentrated to keep her thighs apart. The woman noticed and asked Hannah what she was doing. Hannah had to explain that she wasn't allowed to close her thighs - ever, for any reason. She always had to have her knees at least 12" apart, more if Jeff told her.
The woman was stroking her own vagina now and rubbing her fingers over her breasts. Then she asked Hannah when she was going to see Jeff next. Hannah had to tell her that she never knew, but she had to be naked with a hot, wet cunt at all times in case he dropped by. She asked how Hannah kept her cunt hot and wet, and Hannah told her about the rampant rabbit she had seen in the car park that morning and the porn films that she had bought for Jeff that she watched to keep herself hot.
Hannah had to put the DVD player on and show the woman the sort of films she had shown the 15-year-old. The woman was fascinated and sat mesmerized by the filth on the TV. She told Hannah to sit in her armchair in her usual position and use the rabbit as she normally would. The woman watched fascinated as the 44-year-old played with herself because a 15-year-old boy told her she must. The woman was dying to meet Jeff. Her own vagina was throbbing with the thoughts that Hannah had put in her head about the joy it brought her to be the owned slut of a 15-year-old. The woman browsed through the porn repertoire that Hannah had collected for the boys. Hannah was still playing with the rabbit when Jeff arrived at the patio door at the back of the house. He was a bit surprised to see two naked women sitting in the lounge, with Hannah busily fucking herself with the rabbit and the other woman watching.
Jeff slid the door open and walked in. The stranger stood up and walked to him with hand outstretched. She shook his hand and introduced herself as Pamela. Jeff was impressed that Pamela was not at all fazed by being seen naked in front of him before even speaking to him. Jeff asked Hannah what was happening. Hannah looked at him meekly and told him the story of how Pamela had seen her masturbating with the rabbit outside the office before work that morning and had left a note for her to meet in the ladies' toilet on the unused floor of the office building. She told Jeff how Pamela had forced her to strip naked and lay on the floor and that Pamela had made her lick her cunt until she came. Jeff looked at Pamela, some horny ideas developing in his fertile brain. Then Pamela went back to the sofa and sat next to Hannah. She took over the story and told Jeff how horny she had been when she looked into Hannah's car and saw her chained cunt and the busy rampant rabbit between her cunt lips. Hannah was still busily fucking herself with the rabbit, so Pamela told Jeff how she had made Hannah drive home naked and made her lick her again. While she was talking, Pamela was stroking her upper thigh and around her vaginal lips. Jeff noticed that Pamela's legs were wide open like Hannah's. Pamela told Jeff that Hannah had told her everything about their short relationship and that she found it incredibly horny to be someone's sex slave.
Pamela slid off the couch and crawled naked towards Jeff, her breasts swinging from side to side as she crawled. Then she was kneeling in front of him and she unzipped his trousers and put her hand in and fished his cock out. Jeff was surprised how forward Pamela was. All the girls his age kept themselves to themselves and had nothing to do with horny teenage boys. Now Jeff had a horny woman holding his cock while the older woman that had given herself to him was ramming a huge rampant rabbit in and out of her cunt. Pamela began to suck his cock. Jeff just closed his eyes and let the horny woman deep throat him. When he came in her mouth, she swallowed his spunk, licked his cock and smiled up at him. She asked him if she was any good, and how she compared to Hannah. Pamela asked Jeff if he would fuck her too and treat her like he treated Hannah.
Jeff was thinking fast, he wanted this woman but it had to be on his terms. Jeff could see the challenge in Pamela's expression. She wanted him to say she was better than Hannah. Jeff told Pamela that she was a great cocksucker, but that Hannah was completely obedient to him. Pamela asked what Hannah would do for him. This just set Jeff off. He told Pamela to lay down on the floor in front of him, which she did immediately. Jeff kicked her ankles and told her she had to have her legs open at all times. Pamela opened her legs wide and Jeff could see her cunt lips and the wetness of her arousal through the forest of hair around her cunt. He told Hannah to stop fucking herself and to come to him. He arranged Hannah over Pamela's mouth and told her to get down on her knees and put her cunt over Pamela's mouth. He told Pamela to lick Hannah's cunt. Jeff retrieved Hannah's rampant rabbit and gave it Hannah and told her to use it on Pamela's cunt as she licked her. Jeff stood and watched as his slut was alternatively stroking the rabbit along Pamela's slit to her clitoris and then positioning it at her cunt lips and ramming it in to the hilt. Jeff liked what he saw. He started to tell Pamela about Hannah. He was extolling the (not so) virtues of Hannah, her willing acceptance to be fucked by 3 or more cocks at once when told to do so. He told Pamela how Hannah had laid on a picnic table outside a restaurant and been fucked by at least a dozen men because Jeff told her to. He told her that Hannah would keep spunk in her mouth and lick her lips with it until she was given permission to swallow it. She would scoop spunk out of her cunt and lick it from her fingers. She obediently be minimally dressed in public; he told Pamela about the bus and how Hannah had been virtually fucked on the journey to work. Pamela was clearly getting hot, she was licking Hannah frantically and Jeff could hear her moaning as the rabbit did its thing in her cunt. Suddenly Hannah had an enormous orgasm on Pamela's tongue and was humping her mouth trying to force herself to keep her legs apart while the orgasm took over her reactions. Jeff could see that Pamela wasn't far behind. Hannah rubbed the rabbit around Pamela's cunt and clitoris keeping her on the edge of her orgasm. Hannah moved her arse down Pamela's body so she was sitting on her shoulders as she kept Pamela on the edge of her orgasm.Pamela was moaning, begging Hannah to let her cum. Hannah told her that it would be Jeff's decision if, or when, she would be allowed to cum.
Jeff looked down at Pamela. She started to beg him to let her cum. She begged him to fuck her too. Jeff said that he could only fuck sluts that he owned. Pamela begged Jeff to own her too. Jeff smiled and said he would think about it. He asked Pamela if she thought she could be as obedient as Hannah was. Pamela said she was sure she could, she would just need some help adjusting. Jeff grinned, he thought he could have some fun helping Pamela to adjust.
Jeff pulled the naked Pamela to her feet and led her to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Jeff told Pamela to kneel down and take his cock in her mouth. When she did so, Jeff told her that if she wanted to be his cunt, like Hannah, she had to be completely obedient and follow all his rules. Pamela lifted her head from his cock long enough to say that she really wanted to be his like Hannah and would adopt all the rules willingly. Pamela told Jeff that she was 36 years old and single. She'd had several boyfriends in the past, but none currently, and that she was serious about wanting to be with Jeff. She told Jeff that she knew that secretly in her subconscious she liked to be dominated and that she was a bit aggressive outwardly to compensate for it. Jeff had been concentrating hard and he forced his cock into Pamela's throat. She let him, and pushed against him so his cock went as far down her throat as it could. Pamela was expecting another load of spunk, but Jeff wanted to let her see that he could do anything he wanted with her body. He began to piss in her throat. Pamela was startled but didn't move. Jeff pulled his cock back so that his piss didn't go straight down Pamela's throat, she had to swallow. There was no way that Pamela could swallow as fast as Jeff could piss and it was soon running out of her mouth and down her chest. Jeff then pulled his cock completely out of her mouth and pissed all over her face, her hair, her shoulders and her tits, telling her to rub it in as he did so. Pamela was rubbing her body like she was rubbing in body lotion as Jeff pissed all over her. When he was finished, he made her lick the drips off the end of his cock. Jeff told Pamela to shower her body and remove all her body hair below her shoulders and then, if he liked what he saw, he might allow her to sit on his cock. Then he walked out and left her to think about it. Jeff knew that if Pamela came out naked and shaved, that she would be his slave, just as Hannah was. He walked into the lounge and smiled at Hannah. He told her to open her mouth. She smiled and complied and Jeff put his cock in it. He let her suck it for a while before telling her to get on her knees. He was fucking her hard from behind when the naked and shaved Pamela walked in.
As Jeff fucked Hannah, he reminded Pamela of her new rules. She was told that she had to say "yes" to each of them as he explained them. Each was punctuated by a particularly hard ram into Hannah's cunt. The rules were fairly simple. Shaved cunt every day; "yes". No knickers, all had to be thrown away; "yes". Bra only for work; "yes". No long dresses; "yes". Shortest and sexiest skirts or dresses whenever possible; "yes". Naked at all times at home; "yes" (devilish smile). Lots of finger-fucking and lots of cunnilingus; "yes". Both cunts had to be constantly wet and ready for his cock; "YES!". Complete obedience to my will; "YES, YES". Sex with anyone at any time when I say; "Oh, yes". Pamela smiled as she said yes to each of Jeff's rules. Then, last but not least, he told Pamela that she had to move in with Hannah so they were both near to where Jeff lived and both available for his eager young cock.
As Jeff rammed his cock into Hannah, he was admiring Pamela's lithe body, her puffy cunt lips and huge nipples. He told her to sit on the floor and spread her legs so she could fuck herself with her fingers while he watched. Jeff was in his element. Two lovely, horny women both desperate for his young body and willing to do anything. Jeff took his cock out of Hannah's hot cunt and laid on the floor. He told Hannah to stroke herself with her fingers and told Pamela to come and sit on his hard cock. He looked up at her as she stood over him. He studied her newly shaved cunt and decided he liked what he saw. She began to crouch down and she held Jeff's hard and wet cock as she lowered herself onto it. He allowed her to bounce up and down on his cock for a few minutes, then he told her to put it in her arse. Pamela didn't hesitate; she lifted herself up, held Jeff's cock, and impaled her arse on it. Jeff was pleased with Pamela's obedience, especially when she energetically fucked her arse with his cock as he just laid and watched her. He could feel himself cumming, so he told Pamela to put it back into her cunt. She smiled at him and lifted herself up until Jeff's cock plopped out of her arse before ramming it back into her hot, wet cunt. She bounced up and down on his hard cock until he delivered his hot spunk inside her. She stood up and then knelt next to him and licked his cock clean. Jeff told Pamela that his cunt's always ate his spunk, and that wherever he had put it, it still had to be eaten. Pamela smiled and crouched down, he had called her his cunt already! She scooped all the spunk out of her cunt and licked it off her fingers before going to sit on the sofa.
Jeff got up and telephoned Jimmy and told him to come over. Jimmy was there in a few minutes and was shocked to see Jeff naked with Hannah and another woman. Jeff introduced Jimmy to Pamela. He told Jimmy that Pamela was going to be his new toy. Jeff told Pamela to get on her knees so that she could suck Jimmy's cock. Pamela did so and Jimmy quickly got naked and offered his hard cock to the new woman. Jeff told Jimmy all about how Pamela was going to move in with Hannah and that they would both do anything he told them to, and fuck whoever he told them to fuck. Jimmy was grinning. He told Pamela to turn around so he could fuck her from behind. Pamela was very willing. She knew that her cunt still had residues of Jeff's spunk in it, but she guessed that Jimmy had fucked Hannah after she had been fucked by Jeff, so she willingly turned around and offered her newly shaved lips to Jimmy. Jeff had just fucked Hannah and Pamela, but his cock was still hard. It was covered in their juices, but Pamela gratefully sucked it into her mouth as Jimmy rammed into her soaking wet cunt. As Pamela sucked his cock and Jimmy fucked her, Jeff began to tell Pamela what they were going to do with her. Jeff made a sign to Jimmy as he continued his conversation with Pamela. Jimmy withdrew his cock from Pamela's cunt and lined it up with her arse. Another signal from Jeff and he rammed it into her arse as Jeff held her shoulders and pushed his cock down her throat. Pamela couldn't move and Jimmy's cock quickly bottomed out in her arse. Jimmy began to fuck her arse, ramming his hairless balls into her clitoris as he did so. Jeff was still telling Pamela what she would be doing. He told her that she would be going to the tattooist at the weekend where she would get her very own "Jeff's cunt" tattoo and some rings for her cunt lips. Pamela was moaning into Jeff's cock. Jeff took this to mean she was agreeing, although he wasn't actually asking. He told her that if they wanted, she could shave Hannah and Hannah could shave her. They would have to travel to work together and both had to keep their legs apart at all times. Pamela would have to buy her own rampant rabbit so she could masturbate with it before she left Hannah's car. Jeff told Hannah that she had to teach Pamela all the rules and make sure that Pamela followed them.
Jeff reminded Pamela that he would expect her to be completely obedient to him, to wear her clothes exactly as he told her to, and that she would be expected to fuck anyone that he told her to, and that any disobedience would result in punishment. Jeff told her how he had punished Hannah by making her beg a big black guy to fuck her in the toilets at the café. He reminded her she must remain naked, with a hot, wet cunt at all times.
Jeff was ready to come. He pulled his cock almost out of Pamela's mouth and told her to put her tongue out. He came on her tongue and told her not to swallow. Then he waited until Jimmy had come in her arse and made her crouch down and capture Jimmy's spunk that was in her arse and get it into her mouth. Pamela immediately stuffed two fingers into her arse and spread it apart so that the spunk dripped out onto her other hand. She licked the gooey mess off her hand and kept the whole lot in her mouth. By the time she had finished, her mouth was so full of spunk that she had to hold her head back to prevent it running out. Jeff told her that she could lick her lips and then swallow. She did, and then smiled at him. Jeff was very pleased with her and told her so. Pamela was visibly preening under his praise.
Jeff was so pleased with his harem that he wanted to celebrate. It was only about 8pm. He left Jimmy playing with Pamela's huge nipples and went to Hannah's bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and selected a dress for each of the women. He took the dresses back to them and told them to put them on because they were going for a walk. The women looked at each other and smiled. They each held their arms open for Jeff to pass them the dress he wanted them to wear. He gave Hannah the black dress with the zip up front. She put it on and left it open and walked to Jeff. Jeff was so pleased with Hannah, she knew perfectly well that he would want to adjust the zip to his requirements. Jeff started with the zip done up to the top, then unzipped it almost to Hannah's belly button.Her massive tits were stretching the opening and were nearly falling out completely. He then unzipped the dress from the bottom so the bottom of the zip was perfectly level with the bottom of her clitoris. Hannah looked down at herself. She knew that anyone walking towards her would be able to see her cunt lips and her hanging chains. She was wet again already, just thinking about how slutty she looked.
Pamela was given a flowery dress with the buttons down the front, similar to the one hanging inside the front door. She put it on over her naked body as she watched Jeff adjust Hannah's dress. She too left her dress open, hanging by the sides of her tits. Jeff stood in front of her and squeezed her big nipples hard. She said "Ouch," but smiled lovingly at him. Jeff responded by doing the same to her clitoris. He could feel how wet she was down there. Jeff did up all the buttons on the dress. Then he started at the top and gradually undid them all right down to well below Pamela's tits. Because her tits were not as massive as Hannah's, they were not in as much danger of bursting out of the dress. The effect was fantastic, as all of Pamela's cleavage was on show, as was the whole of the insides of her tits. From the side, it was possible to see right past her tits, so most of the tit meat was on show. Her nipples were so hard they were protruding through the thin fabric of the dress. Then Jeff started to work on the bottom buttons, undoing them one by one. As Pamela didn't have any chains yet, Jeff decided to be more outrageous and opened the buttons to just below her waist. He wanted to see how Pamela handled it - and the attention she would undoubtedly get - while they were out. Pamela dared not look. She felt naked. Jeff had her walk up and down the room to be sure that he could see her cunt as the dress swayed open with her sexy gait. Satisfied at last, he asked Hannah for some money and the house keys so neither girl had need of a bag. Hannah opened her purse and gave him a large note and her key. Jimmy opened the door, and Jeff grabbed his two women by the hand and led them through it.
There was only enough room for three abreast on the pavement, so Jimmy walked behind admiring the skin he could see on the two women. Hannah's dress was so short he could see almost half her arse cheek as she swayed along happily next to Jeff. Pamela too was showing lots of arse, mainly because her dress was so thin it was caught in every slight waft of breeze, lifting it up to her waist and showing Jimmy the whole of her arse. Jimmy wondered what it looked like from in front! He knew it must be good though, because it happened as a group of guys approached from the opposite direction. Jimmy could see the shock on their faces as they realised that what they were looking at was a pair of totally naked cunts, barely covered by clothes. As Pamela's dress blew up again, she had to turn to look at Jeff, as she was too embarrassed to look at the guys. Jeff was pleased with both women. The guys approaching just stopped and gawked as the trio passed them with Jimmy in tow. They turned and watched the receding bottoms as Jeff let go of their hands and lifted both their skirts to their waist, totally exposing their bottoms. One of the guys whistled, and Jeff lifted his arms up to wave, raising both skirts as high as they would go.
Jeff led them into a café. He wasn't old enough to go into a bar and didn't want to take any risks. He knew Jimmy would never pass for bar age anyway, so he just settled for a coffee bar. Jimmy opened the door, and Jeff ushered the women in ahead of him. He looked around at the appreciative gazes the women received, especially as the draft from opening the door exposed Pamela's cunt again. Jeff told the women to take a seat, and he went to the counter to order drinks. Jimmy stayed with Jeff but watched the women walk to a table, along with every other person in the café. They chose a table by the window and both sat in chairs with their back to the window. As soon as they sat down, they both opened their legs 12" wide, knowing that would be Jeff's minimum starting point. Even at 12", both their cunts were completely exposed to the whole café. Hannah's big cunt lips were plastered to the side of her thighs, so Jimmy could see right inside her pink lips. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, ignoring the looks she was getting from the other clientele.
Jeff and Jimmy brought the drinks, but they took them to a different table. This one was side-on to the window. Jeff and Jimmy took the two seats to the window side. The women stood up and joined them. Before allowing them to sit down, Jeff had Hannah, first, bend over and kiss him. As he was seated in the furthest seat, Hannah had to lean over. She raised a leg as a counterbalance, completely exposing her jewellery to the people in the café. Jeff then told her to sit next to Jimmy. Then he raised his face for a kiss from Pamela, who also had to lean over to reach his lips. She too exposed her cunt fully to the restaurant before sitting down. Both women opened their legs wide as soon as their naked bottoms touched the plastic chair seat. Jeff looked down at Pamela and smiled. Her unbuttoned dress was hanging outside her legs, and her whole cunt was on show. Jeff told her to open her legs wider. Pamela did so before looking down at herself. How lewd she looked. She started to blush with embarrassment, knowing what a spectacle she looked. The way Jeff had seated them meant that one complete end of the place had a perfect view of her charms. Hannah had a similar situation. She had already opened her legs wider than Pamela when she sat down, so when Jimmy told her to open them wider, she had to put one knee outside the table leg, advertising the fact that she was sitting with her legs wide open. Hannah's knees were about 24" apart now, and there was no escaping the attention she was getting from the other end of the café. Worst for Hannah was that her huge tits didn't want to stay inside the dress any more. Anyone seated on the side could easily see her nipple rings. Hannah and Pamela were soaking wet. Neither knew how the other felt, but each was thinking they would be leaving a very wet patch on the plastic chair. They sipped their drinks. Jeff took the lead. He dropped his hand under the table and between Pamela's thighs. She gasped, catching Hannah and Jimmy's attention. Jeff slid his finger up and down in the slit between Pamela's labia, making it wet before stroking her clitoris. Jeff looked around to make sure the men could see what he was doing to his slut. They could. Jeff nodded at Jimmy. Jimmy's arm went under the table, and his finger began to slide up and down between Hannah's huge cunt lips. Hannah's clitoris was completely exposed by the tight ring, so even the first time Jimmy's wet finger touched it, she nearly came. The boys continued their stroking. Hannah, predictably, came first. She suddenly grabbed the edge of the plastic table and went rigid. Her whole face had gone red, and her chest became flushed as the orgasm took over her body. She managed to stop herself from screaming out, but there could be no doubt among the clientele that the slut with the big tits and chains had just had a major orgasm at the hands of a very young boy. Pamela was only a minute behind. Jeff wondered if seeing Hannah cum had brought Pamela to her peak too. Pamela started to wriggle her arse. She was about to grab the table as Hannah had when Jeff told her to hold on the sides of her chair. She was trembling as she did so, as she knew her orgasm was coming and she couldn't stop it. Pamela was so out of control that when Jeff told her to open her legs as wide as she could and not close them until he specifically told her, she just followed his instructions. She might as well have laid on the table, it looked so lewd. Pamela's knees were stretched wide, and holding on to the chair had made her slide down a bit, so her cunt was sticking out even more. Everyone could see Jeff's busy fingers stroking the woman's hairless pussy. As the orgasm grew, Pamela wanted to scream, she wanted to shake, she wanted to hump her cunt on Jeff's hot fingers. Jeff stopped her. He told her to keep her body completely still and told her to concentrate completely on her cunt. She did, and that took her right over the edge. The orgasm was huge, she bit her lip to stop herself screaming and went limp as soon as the power of it had diminished. Jeff offered his wet finger to her mouth. She willingly opened her mouth and sucked it like a cock. Jeff thought that was so erotic he would have to remember that.
Several of the women at other tables were trying to drag their partners out of their chairs as they watched these two horny, shaved sluts endure public orgasms. The men wouldn't have it, not until they saw the sluts had both cum and were just slouched in their chairs. Although with their legs so far apart, the view was still spectacular. The women made no move to close their legs, even though they knew that every pair of eyes in the café were focused on their vaginas. Both were sitting in puddles where they had cum so hard. Jeff told them to go to the ladies and swap dresses. When they came out of the ladies' toilet, they looked sensational. Hannah had made sure that the dresses were done up exactly the same as they had been on the other woman, which looked spectacular. Hannah had the flowery dress undone to well below her tits. Her big tits were straining against the material, her nipples and rings clearly visible through the tight, thin material. She had also left the buttons undone to just below her waist. As she walked, her jewellery and parts of her tattoo were on display. Also, as this was one of Hannah's shortest dresses, the bottom of her arse cheeks were clearly visible to anyone behind her.Pamela too had followed Hannah's lead and had the zips on the black dress almost next to each other, literally three inches of zip was done up, and her 36Cs were swaying from side to side completely unfettered. Her naked shaved cunt was clearly visible too as the dress opened as she walked towards the two boys watching them approach with huge grins. They could all hear the gasps from the people in the café as they realized what they were looking at were two mostly naked women wearing the other's dresses as lewdly as they could. Jeff guessed that if the police were to see them, they would be arrested immediately. Jeff hoped no one would think of calling them, knowing the men would want to see more as much as the women would like to see less of the two women.
As the women stood next to the chairs they had been seated on, Jeff said that he thought that both girls owed him and Jimmy a big kiss for giving them such good orgasms. The women both leaned over the table, one to kiss Jimmy, the other to kiss Jeff. Both lifted a leg to show off their cunts and arses to anyone that cared to watch. Then they swapped places and kissed the other, once again making sure to expose their cunts. They both knew that was what Jeff would have wanted them to do. Jeff and Jimmy stood, and the four of them walked to the door. The manager thanked them for their visit and told them to come back soon. Jeff replied by lifting both women's dresses to their waist and showing off their naked arses. They walked back up the street towards Hannah's place. It was starting to get dark now, but Jeff still had fun showing off the women's bodies to the passing traffic. Jimmy had a curfew due to his age, so he had to go home. Both Hannah and Pamela kissed him goodbye as he fondled them openly in the street. Both women happily spread their thighs so that Jimmy could finger-fuck them before he left. Pamela was a bit embarrassed when a couple walked past as Jimmy was fucking her tight cunt with his fingers, but she soon got over it as he squeezed a nipple and said goodnight.
When they arrived back at Hannah's, the women immediately stripped off their clothes. Pamela just screamed aloud. She told Jeff and Hannah that she had never had such blatant public sex and she was so turned on from being ogled by all the people as she was fingered by Jeff in the café. Jeff smiled as he began to take off his clothes. He told the women what he wanted. Hannah went to find the rampant rabbit while Pamela laid on the floor with her legs spread wide. Jeff's cock was already fully erect, just looking at his two nubile women was enough. Hannah came back with the rabbit. Jeff had her kneel so that her cunt was just above Pamela's mouth. He told Hannah that he wanted her to use the rabbit only on the outside of Pamela's cunt, her lips and her clitoris were okay, but no penetration. Hannah looked up at him and smiled. Jeff told Pamela that he wanted Hannah's cunt very wet, so she put out her tongue and guided Hannah down onto it. Jeff watched the horny show of the two women making out on the floor. He waited until he could see Hannah was affected by Pamela's tongue, then he told Pamela to stop and only to lick Hannah when she was close enough. He got behind Hannah and grabbed her arse, spreading her apart and spearing her hot cunt with his rigid cock. He thrust into her hard and heard her gasp as his big cock hit her cervix at the end of her vagina. Jeff rammed his cock in and out of Hannah's cunt while Hannah still played with the rabbit on Pamela's clitoris. Every now and then Pamela would reach her tongue up and lick Hannah's clitoris. Jeff was controlling Hannah's position so Pamela's tongue and Jeff's rampant cock would make Hannah cum quickly. He pulled his cock out of her cunt, pushed her cunt down closer to Pamela's mouth and pushed his cock into Hannah's arse. His cock was so wet from her juicy cunt that it slid in easily. This position gave Pamela excellent access to Hannah's clitoris which she licked and sucked until Hannah had an explosive clitoral orgasm. Jeff could feel it on his cock as Hannah got close to cumming and slowly pulled his cock out of Hannah's arse so her natural clenching wouldn't make him cum before he wanted to. He tilted Hannah's arse again and thrust back inside her cunt. Hannah was still moaning from the clitoral orgasm as Jeff began pounding his throbbing cock into her cunt. Meanwhile Pamela was cumming with the rabbit on her clitoris. Jeff could see Pamela's knees shaking and knew she was having a huge orgasm and was valiantly trying to keep her legs apart as Jeff had told her to. Jeff himself could feel his spunk rising and knew he would be filling Hannah's cunt any second. Hannah could feel it too and was squeezing Jeff's cock as hard as she could with her cunt muscles so she could feel every ridge on his cock as it grew inside her. Suddenly Jeff lunged and buried his cock in Hannah's cunt right to the hilt, shooting his load deep inside her. As he pulled his cock out of her still throbbing cunt, he had an inspiration. He told Hannah to stay where she was. Hannah expected to have to clean their juices off Jeff's cock but did as she was told. Jeff moved slightly and put his cock into Pamela's mouth and told her to clean it and get it hard again. Pamela took to her task with gusto and slavered her tongue all over Jeff's cock, drawing it into her mouth and swallowing it to stop it from going limp. When Jeff was satisfied that it would stay hard, he told Pamela to suck his spunk out of Hannah's cunt. He sat and watched the horny women as Pamela stuck her tongue into Hannah's cunt, Jeff saw his spunk running down Pamela's tongue into her mouth. Pamela licked and sucked until there was no more spunk in Hannah. By this time Jeff was rock hard again. Just watching the sexy display had been enough. He told the women to reverse positions. Then he remembered that Pamela had just had a clitoral orgasm and would probably be too sensitive for another so soon, so he had the women on top of each other in kissing positions, Pamela on top with her legs wide apart over Hannah's waist, with Hannah underneath and her legs wide apart next to Pamela's. Jeff crawled between them and stroked his cock up and down the slit between Pamela's cunt lips before slowly pushing his cock into her cunt. For a while the two women kissed passionately as Jeff increased the pace of his fucking Pamela's cunt. Jeff then pulled Pamela back towards him so she slid down Hannah's body and found her face between Hannah's huge tits. She began to lick and suck Hannah's huge nipples, taking her rings into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them.
Jeff slowly slid his cock out of Pamela's cunt, keeping just the bell end inside her, he rubbed it up and down the whole length of her slit before sliding and pushing it into her arse. Pamela pushed back willingly, still nursing Hannah's ringed nipples. Jeff was ramming his cock in Pamela's arse now. He had wanted Pamela to have a cunt full of spunk like Hannah had, but he was fast running out of sexual energy. He knew he was going to come too soon, so he quickly fucked Pamela's arse until he felt himself cumming. He stopped pumping with his cock deep in Pamela's bowels and began to spunk. The tightness of Pamela's arse squeezed the spunk out of his cock. He slowly withdrew and stood up and went round in front of Pamela, he knelt down and crawled across Hannah's upturned face so Pamela could suck his cock clean. Hannah helped by licking and sucking his balls. Jeff told Hannah it was her turn to eat his spunk. Hannah smiled up at him and told Pamela to come and sit on her face so she could suck the spunk out of her cunt. Pamela sat on Hannah's face before she told her the spunk was in her arse. Hannah did not seem at all fazed. She pushed her tongue into Pamela's arse hole and licked it. Then she pushed her two index fingers deep into Pamela's rectum and spread it open. Jeff saw the globules of spunk running down Hannah's fingers before she licked them off. Within minutes Hannah declared Pamela's arse clean.
Jeff sat naked with the women, telling them how much he cared for them and hoping they would continue to get along well together. He told naturally assertive Pamela that she wasn't to boss Hannah about and they should share everything equally. Jeff was still deciding about wardrobe. He was thinking of a shared wardrobe and wondered if it would work with Hannah's huge tits vs. Pamela's more modest rack. He decided to keep the thought to himself for a while.
Jeff went into the kitchen and fetched himself a glass of water then sat on the sofa. He wanted to know more about Pamela and asked her lots of questions about her relationships. He found out that Pamela was bi. She liked to fuck women and men, although she preferred men. Jeff asked her about her rudest and dirtiest sex. Pamela admitted to Jeff that she had threesomes and foursomes with men and women and that she had been fucked by a dog. Jeff asked her to tell more about the dog sex. Pamela said that it was about a year ago and she was at a man's house. She was giving the man a blowjob while kneeling naked in between his legs. She said that the dog jumped up with no warning and plunged his cock into her before she could stop him. She had tried to move away but the man had held her by her shoulders until the dog had come inside her. Jeff told Pamela that Hannah had been fucked by his dog and that she would definitely be getting fucked by his dog herself before too long. Pamela smiled and said she would fuck anyone and anything that Jeff wanted her to. Jeff had a sudden image and told Pamela that he would bring his dog to Hannah's and that he would fuck her face while she sat on Jimmy's cock and the dog fucked her arse.Pamela said the idea was making her hot, having never had a threesome before. She would be looking forward to it.
Jeff had to go home. He quickly dressed before kissing and fondling both women and telling them to have one more orgasm each before going to sleep. They both grinned at him. They stood together, holding hands, as Jeff opened the door and left. | 5 |
113,312 | Hannah 9 | Hannah woke up Sunday morning still on the armchair. She gently pulled the rabbit out of her dry pussy. She remembered the fucking she had yesterday when the boys had pulled a train, and she had been the train. The pain in her pussy lips was incredible. The painkillers had worn off and the new rings clearly had some healing to do. Even the rings through her nipples were throbbing, and Hannah knew that she wasn't going to enjoy penetrative sex today.
When Jeff turned up later that morning, he found her naked as commanded. He kissed her and ran his hand across her ringed nipple. She jumped a mile and told the boy about her pain.
Jeff hadn't even thought of pain when he had agreed to put the rings in her nipples, clitoris and labia. He was mortified that he couldn't fuck his slut, but she coaxed him to sit down and gave him an excellent blow job. She showed off by keeping all his spunk in her mouth until he gave her permission to swallow, then purposely licked her lips with her semen-covered tongue before swallowing the huge load.
Hannah told Jeff that if he wanted to bring, or send, Jimmy over, she would suck his cock too, but Jeff said that Jimmy was visiting relatives out of town and wouldn't be back until late that night.
Jeff sat around for a while gazing lustfully at Hannah's naked body, then decided he would go back to his house and finish his homework ready for school the next day.
Hannah bathed her rings in antiseptic and did some gardening, making sure that she didn't close her legs so the pain in her labia didn't get even worse.
She was glad when it was bedtime. She bathed the rings again and slipped into bed making sure not to touch herself. She laid on her back with her legs as wide apart as possible and was quickly asleep.
The next morning was work, as usual. Hannah got up and showered, very conscious of the silver rings in her nipples and labia as she washed herself. The rings in her nipples were much less of a distraction, until she tried to put a bra on. It was impossible. She quickly changed approaches and put a loose dress on. She no longer had any knickers, so that wasn't a decision to be made. She had a bite to eat for breakfast, then headed off to the car park to drive to work. Then she noticed the clitoral ring. The ring was stopping her clitoris from hiding in its shroud. Instead, it was sticking out and rubbing on whatever clothes she had on. She hadn't really noticed it the day before because of the painkillers and the tight skirt more or less kept the material away from her clit. Then she had been naked for most of the afternoon while Jeff and the other men had fucked her, then she had her legs wide open in the car and as soon as she came into the house, she had stripped off as she had been told to.
Now though, the fabric of her dress was stroking her clitoris. It was fantastic. Probably not what she needed on the way to the office, but it was fantastic. Her nipples were erect (she was braless) and her pussy was throbbing. She jumped into the car and immediately pulled her dress up to expose her horny pussy. She managed to get the car moving before thrusting her fingers into her pussy.
She smashed her fingers into her pussy and the new ring, bringing herself to a completely new-feeling orgasm as the exposed clitoris endured the manual assault. Then when she arrived at the office, she had to use the rabbit as she had been instructed to. She retrieved it from her handbag and pulled her dress up to her waist as instructed by Jeff. She put the little machine on low and gently rubbed her pussy lips until she was beginning to breathe heavily. She had closed her eyes, knowing she wasn't allowed to stop even if someone was watching through the window, so she preferred not to know. As the orgasm got closer, she turned the rabbit on high and risked stroking it across her sensitive clitoris. The effect was electric. She came immediately with a huge clitoral orgasm. She dutifully kept her legs open until the spasms had stopped before licking the rabbit clean and putting it in the glove compartment and pulling her dress down.
Hannah's legs were shaking as she got out of the car. She walked into reception and saw Jeff standing there. She nearly wet herself. She just nodded to the fire exit, and Jeff began to walk that way. She followed him with her knees trembling. She hadn't had any sex at all the whole day yesterday, after being fucked at least 20 times the day before, and she had been getting fucked regularly since she gave her body to Jeff. Having just had an enormous clitoral orgasm, she really wanted her pussy filled and to be fucked by her young lover.
She found him in the fire exit passageway. He turned to her and already had his big cock out in his hand. She dropped to her knees and started to suck it hard. He pulled her up and turned her around, forcing her to her knees, throwing her dress up over her back and exposing her naked pussy. His rigid cock just slipped into her wet and horny pussy. Jeff began to fuck her hard and fast, his fantastic cock making her feel wonderful, she was so hot.
Neither of them heard the fire escape door open. The blue uniformed guard stood in front of Hannah. She looked up beyond his shiny shoes and pressed trousers. Jeff still was pumping his cock into her cunt (he had his eyes closed). Hannah tried to warn Jeff by squeezing his cock, but that didn't work.
The security guard smiled at her and took his big cock out of his trousers and put it on her lips. Being well trained, Hannah opened her mouth and accepted the big cock. Jeff continued to fuck, completely unaware that Hannah was now being fucked from both ends.
Hannah was a master of cock-sucking and managed to get the security guard to fill her mouth with his spunk before Jeff even knew he was there. The uniformed guard just did up his trousers, gave Hannah a "you are a slut" wink and walked through the door.
When Jeff spunked a gallon of spunk inside her a few minutes later, Hannah couldn't bring herself to tell him about the security guard.
She stood up and asked him if he wanted her to eat his spunk (as well). Jeff was in an imaginative mood. He made her eat a load of his spunk, then he stopped her just as she was about to lick it from her fingers and made her rub it around her cunt. He made her do that with all the remaining spunk.
"See you at home, slut," he said as he departed. Hannah buttoned up her dress and licked her fingers.
Hannah had a brilliant day with the smell of Jeff's spunk wafting up inside her loose dress and up to her nose. Several times she nipped out to the ladies to freshen it up with her pussy juices obtained from a quick masturbated orgasm.
Just before lunch, the mail-room man arrived with a parcel addressed to her "private and confidential". She waited until the man had left before eagerly opening the package, wondering what it could be. Inside the wrapping was a small box and a note. The note was from Jeff. It was short and to the point. "Use all the time unless I tell you not to. Jx". She opened the little box and inside was a pair of silver benwa balls. She nearly gasped. She had never used these before but had heard tales about them. She quickly left her desk and took the box to the ladies. She decided that she had better make sure there was enough room in her pussy first, so she masturbated herself to a very quick climax before slipping the two linked balls inside her very wet and slippery pussy. She then walked calmly back to her desk, not really noticing very much at all happening with the love balls. However, when she had to go downstairs for a meeting, she became very well aware of them. It seemed that each step she took caused the balls to caress the inside of her pussy. They continually moved about and changed positions so that by the time she got to the meeting room, she was quite flustered. All through the meeting, she couldn't think of anything else but the fantastic feeling in her pussy the balls gave her. After the meeting, she went back to her cubicle, only this time she focused on really swinging her hips and putting one foot in front of the other as if on the catwalk.This had the dual effect of making the balls move more inside her as well as making the loose dress rub on her clitoris and nipple rings.
Even walking to her car in the car park later was ecstasy. She had to stop once to stop herself going over the top and having a very public orgasm in the car park. She jumped in the car, opened her legs wide (as instructed), and pulled her dress up to her waist (as instructed). This was quite easy as she just undid the bottom few buttons and the dress fell away, leaving her pussy, and its rings, fully exposed to anyone that was in a position to look. She managed to keep her fingers out of her pussy, which is just as well as she was stuck at traffic lights with a bus load of commuters looking down at her. She was brave enough to look up and smile without closing her legs or pulling her dress over to cover her pussy.
It only took 15 minutes or so to get home, but she could smell the arousal emanating from between her legs. The episode with the bus had excited her enormously. She walked into the house and quickly stripped off her dress and hung it on the hook next to the door in case anyone other than Jeff, or Jimmy, rang the bell. As she hung it up, she noticed an envelope on the mat. She picked it up and found another note from Jeff. "Take the balls out. Don't wash your cunt. Use the rabbit until I get there. Don't come. Jx." Hannah ran into her bedroom, almost forgetting about the benwa effect but quickly remembering as she felt the stimulation. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled the little string hanging out of her pussy that was attached to the balls. Her pussy was sodden, and the balls slipped out easily. She walked into the bathroom and quickly rinsed them off and put them back in their box.
Hannah went into the lounge ready to assume the position with the rabbit as Jeff had told her to. Then she remembered it was still in the car's glove compartment. She went to the door with her key, took the dress off the hook, and slipped it on. She was feeling brave and decided not to do any buttons up. She knew that if she ran into Jeff or Jimmy, they would be pleased with her. She also knew that it wouldn't be good form to be seen holding the sides of the dress together either, so she allowed the looseness of the dress and the size of her tits to keep the two parts together. This worked OK until she was almost at the car when an almighty gust of wind lifted the dress like a sail until it was as high as her shoulders. Everyone driving past had a perfect view of her huge tits and decorated pussy. Hannah could feel the blush rising from her breasts over her face. She was hoping no one that had seen her actually knew her. Not feeling brave any more, she quickly grabbed the dress down and did one button up just under her tits. She retrieved the rabbit from the glove compartment, only then realizing she had nothing to cover it with. So, she walked back to the house with her arms by her sides, hoping that no one would notice the bright pink rampant rabbit in her hand. Fate had yet another embarrassment for her before she was inside the house. As she fumbled with her key, the wind once again lifted the back of her dress, exposing her bottom just as her nosy neighbor walked up the path to his house next door. She was grateful that he hadn't been walking along the road when she had flashed her complete body to the world, then she realized she didn't actually know whether he had been. Nor was she sure that he hadn't seen her clutching the rabbit.
Still burning with the self-inflicted humiliation of showing off her whole body to the street, Hannah slipped off her dress and put it back on the hook. She went into the lounge and threw herself on her favorite armchair, swinging her legs over its arms and sliding her arse down until it was at the edge of the seat, totally exposing her full pussy and all its rings and chains. Hannah had only been playing with the rabbit for a few moments when the doorbell rang. She looked at the clock and decided it was a bit early for Jeff, but just in case, she opened the door naked and hid behind it. It was the nosy neighbor. Hannah began to wonder if he had made a peephole in the fence to spy on her, as he seemed to disturb her when she was masturbating. Then she thought she masturbated so much it was probably a complete coincidence. He asked if he could come in to talk to her. Hannah said that he couldn't because she was just on her way to the shower and was naked. He smirked and said he didn't mind if she was naked. Hannah said that she did, and he would have to talk to her another time. She closed the door and turned back towards the lounge to see her stark naked full frontal framed in the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind her door. She realized that the nosy neighbor was ogling her rear view while she was talking to him. She vowed to be more careful next time.
She poured herself a glass of wine and went back into the lounge, spread her legs over the chair, and got busy with the rabbit. She remembered her instructions not to cum and found it very difficult to stop herself just going over the point of no return. She decided it would be best to try to avoid her lips and clitoris, especially since her clitoris was now so sensitive, and so she rammed the rabbit into her hot, wet pussy and concentrated on finding her G-spot. She couldn't remember how long she played with herself. She entered a dream-like state where the only thing that mattered was the rabbit and her pussy, and that was how Jeff found her when he slipped through her side gate and through the patio windows. His movement caught her attention, and she snapped out of the trance she was in. She moved to take the rabbit out of her pussy to greet him, but Jeff told her to stay where she was. She laid back on the armchair, wondering how lewd she looked with the rabbit sticking out of her pussy.
Jeff came over, leant down, and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back and tried to get to his trouser zip to grab his cock. Jeff sniggered into her mouth and told her to behave herself because he had plans for her cunt tonight. Hannah was immediately intrigued and begged him to tell her what was planned. Jeff told her to be patient, and he sat down next to her and took over playing with the rabbit while she laid back and closed her eyes, pleased that her lover was using her body. After about 15 minutes, the doorbell rang. Hannah began to move to answer it, but Jeff told her to stay where she was and to hold the rabbit for him until he came back.
Hannah was expecting it to be Jimmy at the door, as Jeff had been sharing her body with him for a little while now, so she was shocked when two young boys walked in. Hannah started to move, but Jeff's stern voice soon put a stop to that. He told her to continue as she had been instructed, and that the two boys were cousins of his that were 12 and 13 and needed to learn about sex, and what better than a willing older woman? Hannah smiled and told him that when she had given him her body, she had meant it, and that she would be delighted to teach the youngsters all she knew. Jeff said that he was glad, but that he would be doing the teaching, and she would be doing as she was told. Hannah smiled again, pleased that he was taking the initiative and being domineering. She loved being told what to do, especially when there were consequences, as there were at the restaurant at the weekend when she had been fucked more than 20 times by many different men under Jeff's direction.
Hannah asked Jeff what he wanted her to do. She said she was desperate to cum and asked if she could finish herself off with the vibrator. Jeff thought it would be a good idea for the boys to see how an orgasm affects a woman, so he told Hannah that she could finish herself off, but that she first had to thrust the rabbit energetically into her cunt to bring on a vaginal orgasm, and then she could tease the clitoris with the rabbit for the clitoral orgasm. Jeff knew that Hannah really wanted to do it the other way round because a clitoral orgasm always left her desperate for a cock. But she knew that Jeff was in charge and did as he asked. As she fucked herself hard with the rabbit, Jeff gave instructions and described what was happening to the two boys. Jeff told her to make the strokes long, and the boys could see the rabbit come nearly out of Hannah's cunt before she thrust it back in to the hilt. They marveled at the capacity of her cunt for the huge rabbit. Then Jeff made her take it out of her cunt and put it up her arse so that the boys could see that fucking was more than just about cunts. Hannah didn't like anal sex, but she would do anything for Jeff, and she simply slid the rabbit out of one orifice and slid it straight into the other, pushing it all the way in before beginning to fuck her arse with it. Jeff only let her do a few strokes; he was more interested in his plan for the evening. He told her to return it to her cunt and to get a move on. Hannah loved it when he called it her cunt. She had been shocked when he first used the word, as he looks so young and innocent, but hearing him tell her to fuck her cunt hard really turned her on. She soon came, and the boys were mesmerized seeing her body spasm as she did so. As soon as she stopped having spasms, she removed the rabbit from her cunt and moved it to her lips. Jeff leant forward and said that he would conduct the demonstration and told her to put her arms behind her head and close her eyes until he told her to open them again.
Her clitoris was so sensitive that, had she been doing this herself, she would have tried to keep away from it a bit. Jeff wasn't having any of that.He turned the rabbit on high and, after spreading her lips wide and squeezing them between the rabbit's moving parts to stretch them out, he began to attack the clitoris with gusto. Hannah was soon writhing on the chair, desperate to use her arms to stop him as the waves of the orgasm flooded her body. She knew she must not move, but she moaned and moaned and told Jeff she was done.
Jeff told her to keep her eyes closed because the boys were shy, but to get on the floor on her hands and knees for some fellatio. Hannah didn't know he even knew the word, but she willingly scooted off the chair and onto her hands and knees in front of it. Jeff rearranged her where he wanted her and told her to open her mouth. She knew it was Jeff's cock as soon as it was in her mouth, as Jeff told the boys how to "face fuck" a woman properly. He gave Hannah explicit instructions of when to deep-throat and when to lick around his balls, then, when he was about to come, he told her not to swallow his spunk. She could feel his cock pulsing and knew he was about to blow, but he slid his cock almost out of her mouth and told her to stick her tongue out. As she did, he started to come, depositing his sticky white goo all over her tongue and mouth.
The boys looked on, fascinated. They were eager for a chance to try it for themselves. Everyone in the schoolyard talked about nothing else but their sexual conquests, and the two virgins were desperate to be able to join in. Jeff had them both take off their trousers and pants and sit on the edge of a chair. Their cocks were already hard from watching Hannah suck Jeff.
Jeff helped Hannah over to the older one first. She pushed his legs apart and licked his thighs and his balls, then licked his cock like an ice lolly. Jeff explained to the boy that he was allowed to touch and talk. If there was anything specific that he wanted Hannah to do, he only had to ask, and she would be willing to do it for him if Jeff told her to. The boy just grinned and put his hands on Hannah's head. He didn't pull her or anything; he just wanted to hold her. At this point, Hannah moved over his cock and opened her mouth and started to take it in. The boy could feel the heat of her mouth on his young cock, then he felt her wonderful tongue swirling around the head of his cock before sucking his cock all the way into her mouth and even to the edge of her throat. The boy thought it was the most fantastic feeling he had ever felt. He was a bit disappointed that his cock wasn't big enough for Hannah to be able to swallow it like she did Jeff's, but he was happy enough to feel her sucking on him. It was the lad's first-ever blowjob, and he only lasted a couple of minutes before he told Hannah he was going to come. Jeff asked him if he wanted to see his spunk in Hannah's mouth like he had seen Jeff's. Predictably, the boy said yes, so Hannah lifted her head off his cock and got down low so the trajectory of his ejaculation would land on her tongue. As he came, she opened her mouth so that he could see his jism land on her tongue and fill the bottom of her mouth. He was grinning from ear to ear as she swallowed his spunk and licked her lips. It had all happened so quickly that her mouth wasn't even tired like it got when she blew Jeff, who could last much longer because he was so experienced and had such a lot of sex.
Jeff said that Hannah would give the other boy a blowjob straight away, and he helped her shift sideways so that she could start her ministrations on the 12-year-old cock. This boy was a lot smaller and completely hairless. Jeff was wondering whether he was old enough to produce spunk, but even if he couldn't, it would still be a brilliant experience made possible for him by his older cousin. Jeff was watching the 12-year-old's face as she first sucked his cock into her mouth. He was clearly loving every second.
The older cousin was watching avidly, his cock hadn't softened since he had come in Hannah's mouth. As Jeff looked over, he could see his young cousin gently stroking his pole while watching Hannah do her stuff. Jeff was absently stroking Hannah's cunt with two fingers, one inside her lips and the other outside, just running them up and down and feeling the wetness of them. Jeff smiled as another idea came to him; he beckoned the older cousin towards him and put him on his knees behind Hannah. He used two fingers to open Hannah's vagina wide enough that he could see inside, then he indicated to his young cousin to ram his cock inside her. The cousin needed no second invitation. This would definitely rid him of his virginal status, and he was eager to feel what it was like inside a real woman like Hannah.
As the cock rammed into her pussy, Hannah thought it must be Jeff getting inside her. She quickly realized it wasn't when she felt Jeff's gentle touch on her nipples and could tell by the angle that he was next to her and not behind her. There was only one other person in the room, and she was fairly surprised he could get it up again so soon. She then spent a few minutes trying to focus on the two cocks in her body before the 12-year-old boy came in her mouth with no warning. She just felt him pulse, and there it was, all over the inside of her mouth. She gently licked the cock clean, then lifted her head to show her young stud his output in her mouth. She felt Jeff's hand stroking her nipples and pulling the rings, and his other hand stroking her back, then the hand on her nipple slid up her body to her chin and gently closed her mouth, indicating for her to swallow the boy's spunk.
Now she could really get into the cock inside her pussy. She arched her back and pushed her pussy out and started to time her push-backs with his thrusts so his cock was slamming in and out of her. Jeff saw her come and knew the boy wasn't far behind. In fact, he came within a minute, unable to control himself once Hannah had started squeezing her cunt muscles on his young cock. He withdrew and went back to the chair. Jeff looked at the younger cousin quizzically, asking him if he wanted some too, as Hannah stayed where she was, her throbbing cunt in the air with spunk just starting to run out of it down her thigh. The young boy was as eager as his brother and quickly rammed his cock into Hannah's cunt and started to pump in and out as quickly as he could without letting it slip out. Hannah was impressed by the energy and concentrated on squeezing his cock to make sure he came quickly. It didn't take too long, and the boy went rigid and rammed his cock into her while his spasms ejaculated his spunk inside her. He too pulled out quickly and went back to the chair and retrieved his clothing. Hannah stayed on her knees, hoping that Jeff would fuck her too.
Instead, Jeff told her she could open her eyes, once the boys were dressed, and get up. As she was standing there, she could feel that there was loads of spunk still inside her, slowly escaping through the gap between her pussy lips. Jeff told her to clean herself up. The boys were amazed to see her crouch down until her arse was almost touching the carpet, then sticking two fingers in her cunt and scooping out their spunk and licking it off her fingers. When she couldn't get any more spunk, she begged Jeff to fuck her and let her do it again with his spunk. She just loved the taste of her lover's spunk.
Jeff said no, he had to take the boys home, but he would see her soon, and she would definitely be fucked. | 5 |
113,314 | Hannah 4 | Hannah arrived home about 5:30 and immediately stripped naked as instructed by her lover, Jeff, her 15-year-old neighbor. Hannah had begged Jeff to let her be his slut. Jeff was still learning what the slutty, dirty 44-year-old woman was capable of, but he was learning fast.
Stripping naked didn't take long when you only have a dress on and less than half the buttons are done up! After showering quickly to wash off the residue of spunk from her fucking earlier that day, Hannah busied herself making something to eat. She sat down to eat and was reading one of the pornographic magazines she had bought to encourage Jeff's mind to use his slut in new ways. As she ate and read, she had one hand below the table pulling her pussy lips and squeezing her clitoris in its hood. She had remembered to keep her legs open wide, and this had the effect of making her constantly aware of her cunt and its nakedness. Being hairless and knickerless, she found she was always playing with her cunt lips. Of course, this helped to make sure that she kept her pussy hot and ready as she had been told to. The new unfamiliar feeling of her shaved cunt was also a constant reminder of what she was: Jeff's slut. She could already feel herself getting wet and horny. After her dinner, she cleared the plates away and moved into the lounge and sat on her reclining chair, throwing her legs over the chair arms so her pussy was lewdly spread open facing the patio doors into the garden.
Hannah was getting impatient, wondering when Jeff would come to her house to use her body. She turned on the porno DVD of the woman being fucked by the dog again and picked up her vibrator. She started the vibrator on low and just rubbed it around her outer lips, being careful not to touch her clitoris because she knew she would come in seconds. The film was so horny that even the slight attention she was giving to her pussy was bringing her seriously near another orgasm. She closed her eyes to block out the vision of the rampant dog fucking on the TV, but it was too late. Without really thinking, she just brushed the vibrator over her clitoris, and that was it. She felt her climax rising, and she pushed her pussy out. She turned the vibrator on to high and clasped it directly on to her aroused clitoris. Eyes shut tight, she was soon screaming and thrusting her pussy as wave after wave of orgasm flowed through her body. She didn't notice her neighbor looking over his fence, watching the slutty show in her lounge.
She made herself get up and walk around the house. She didn't know where Jeff would like to find her when he arrived. She decided to go to her bedroom. It was now nearly 7:00, and she expected Jeff to arrive fairly soon, as soon as he had finished his homework. She crawled onto her bed on her hands and knees, making sure her knees were parted enough, and displaying her throbbing pussy to the doorway and whoever walked in. She put one hand through her legs and gently pulled and caressed her pussy lips into a wide-open position, then with her eyes closed, she dreamt of Jeff's stiff cock.
Jeff arrived soon after and walked in to be greeted by the delicious sight of a huge pair of pussy lips, wide open and pink, just waiting for him. He smiled and walked over and touched the pink flesh inside her cunt, startling Hannah, who had been about to doze off. She began to turn around to greet him.
"No, stay there," Jeff said. "I want to explore your cunt." His use of the word shocked her, but she still found it so horny when he did. He explored, he examined every millimeter of her cunt inside and out before moving on to the hard bud of her clitoris, then back to her arse where he prodded and poked everywhere he wanted to, while Hannah just knelt there luxuriating in the attentions of the teenage boy. She knew it was wicked for a 44-year-old woman to take the virginity of a 15-year-old boy, but the slut in her had taken over, and she was no longer in control of herself. Her body craved and demanded sex, and her mind craved the depravity of being a willing slut under the control of the young, sexually naive boy.
He moved around to the side and began to play with her tits and squeeze her nipples gently, and he could hear her breathing getting ragged and knew she was highly aroused. He left her there panting and stood and stripped off his clothes. His big cock bounced around as he pulled his pants down. Then he stood by the bed near her face and told her to lick his big cock like an ice cream. She made to move, but he made her stay on her knees and wouldn't even let her touch his cock with anything but her tongue.
She loved licking his cock. She could feel the secreting wetness in her pussy. The juices beginning to run down her splayed thighs as she licked him. He pulled her up so she was sitting on the side of the bed and told her to open her mouth. She willingly did so, and he slid his cock onto her tongue, which she swirled around his cock-head. He began to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy. She desperately wanted to suck it, but he wouldn't allow it. He made her keep her mouth open wide so that only the cock-head touched her as he forced his cock into her gaping mouth and down her throat. She gagged a little but soon got used to the sensation and began to swallow his cock as it arrived at the back of her throat, rather than just let it push down. This worked well, and soon she could feel his balls hitting her chin as he slid his long cock deep into her throat.
The feeling was exquisite, and Jeff delayed the inevitable as long as he could, but nature took its course, and soon he was pumping his spunk straight into her belly. She didn't taste any of it; he was so far down her throat. When he had stopped spurting, he pulled his cock out, and she jumped up and cuddled him and kissed him all over his face.
"That was fantastic, Jeff, thank you," she said adoringly. She kissed and cuddled him and kept on playing with his cock. Amazingly, in five minutes, it was hard again. The power of youth, she thought.
Then he turned her around so her back was to him and pushed her onto the bed once again onto her hands and knees. He pulled her to the edge of the bed so her pussy was at exactly the right height, and he just rammed his hard cock into her cunt. She gasped as she felt him bottom-out on her cunt. She could feel the end of his long cock against her cervix. She felt so full; it was heaven. Then he started pumping. Virtually taking his cock out of her cunt until just the tip was still in, then ramming it back in to the very end, his balls slapping on her hot clitoris. Having just cum in her mouth, he had such stamina that he kept fucking her like that for a good 20 minutes. Hannah was in heaven. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm, and she just let it happen. She wanted to know whether her orgasm would make him cum too.
It was only about an hour since her vibrator-induced orgasm in the lounge, but when her climax arrived, it was tremendous. Her pussy was absolutely soaking wet with her juices, and she could feel her pussy tightening around his cock as the climax grew and grew until it finished in a mighty orgasm that had her panting and sweating on the bed.
He pulled his still-hard cock out of her spent cunt, and she collapsed onto the bed. He went to sit beside her and started playing with her tits and nipples.
Jeff asked Hannah where she kept the scissors that he had used to cut her pubic hair off last night. Hannah told him, and laid on the bed watching as he went into the bathroom and fetched them. Jeff went straight to the top drawer of her dresser and opened it. It was her knicker drawer, as he had rightly guessed. Hannah laid there with her cunt throbbing as Jeff took out every pair of knickers she had and cut every one through the crotch, rendering them completely useless as anything but dusters. "There, no more having to remember not to wear knickers," he said, smiling, before dumping the whole lot of them in the waste bin near the door.
Jeff came back to the bed where Hannah was laying and stood next to it. Hannah lifted her hand up and gripped his shaft, wondering at its rigidity. Jeff sat on the bed, and she crawled towards him and put her head in his lap and began to lick his drying cock.She licked it until all her cunt juices were licked off, then having recovered some energy, she laid on her back and pulled him onto her body so his cock was resting between her big tits. His cock was covered in her saliva, so it was quite wet, and she brought her hands up the side of her tits and enveloped his cock between them. He soon caught on and started to move backwards and forwards, fucking her tits.
He loved watching his cock appearing from the top of her tits near her mouth and was getting quite turned on. Soon the novelty of the tit-fuck and the pressure from her hand-held tits began to tell, and he could feel his spunk rising from his balls to fill his cock. She could feel it too in her tits, but she kept them firmly wrapped around his cock, wondering what he would do. Would he just cum all over her face, she wondered. She quickly found out.
"Open your mouth and put out your tongue," he said. She did so. He was humping her tits now, and she knew he was close. Then he stopped pumping and just jerked his cock forward to the top of her tits so his cock was resting on her tongue, and he began to shoot his spunk onto her tongue. The spurts were so strong that his spunk was hitting her tongue right at the back of her mouth, until he was almost done when it was just dribbling out of his cock onto the tip of her sensitive tongue. It was so sexy that she nearly came again just lying there with his throbbing cock delivering its payload into her gaping mouth.
She kept her mouth open until he had stopped spunking, and he could see his mess lying in her wide-open mouth. He grinned at her and told her she was allowed to swallow it. She licked her lips and gave him an impish smile before she swallowed the lot. Then he collapsed on the bed next to her and told her to clean his cock because he would have to go home shortly.
Eagerly, she cleaned his cock with her mouth, sucking it until it was hard again, hoping he would fuck her again before he left.
He was lying on his back, and his cock was pointing in the air. She just lifted herself up and sat on it, feeling it spearing deep inside her horny pussy. She started to rock backwards and forwards on the pole, feeling it rubbing nicely on her clitoris as she rocked forward, but Jeff had other ideas.
"Get up on your feet and crouch over me," he instructed, "and bounce up and down so I can touch your big tits and feel your cunt slapping against me." She lowered her hands so they were on the bed next to his head, then gradually pulled her body up to a crouching position, just as she had earlier when he had made her suck him off behind the office building. This time, though, her pussy was full of cock, and she had complete control of it ramming in and out of her cunt. He had not long delivered his load of spunk into her mouth, so by the time her thighs were screaming for release, he was still wanting to continue fucking. She pleaded with him to let her change positions.
"Don't you want my spunk in your slutty cunt then?" he asked.
"Of course I do, it is just that this position causes me absolute pain," she responded.
"OK," he said, "get back on your knees," which she did willingly and quickly. Surprisingly, he slid off the bed and walked into the lounge. He came back with her vibrator. He handed it to her. She looked at him puzzled.
"What do you want me to do with it, Jeff?" she asked.
"I want you to stick it in that hot cunt until the rabbit ears are rubbing against your clitoris, then I want you to turn on the vibrator and the rotator." Her pussy was so wet that the toy slipped in her cunt easily, and she turned it on and could feel the movement in her cunt and hear the gentle humming of the motor. The 2-way stimulation was something she hadn't tried before, and it was pushing all the buttons in her needy cunt.
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked.
"Whatever I tell you," was his light-hearted reply as he crawled up behind her and pushed his wet, hard cock against her crinkly anus. She made herself relax. She had known he would want to do this, but was a bit surprised that he had thought of it quite so soon.
She relaxed and pushed back against his hard cock, allowing it to gradually enter her forbidden hole. He was holding her hips tight and pushed his cock deep inside her arse. He found the hole so tight that he knew his stamina wouldn't last long and that he would come very quickly. He could feel the vibrations and rotations from the sex toy through the thin walls separating her cunt from her arse. He rammed his cock in and out of her arse, marveling at the different sensation her arse was giving him. The extra stimulation from the rampant rabbit buried in her cunt was brilliant too. He only lasted five minutes before he lost control, and his spunk exploded out of his cock and filled her arse. The toy was working well too; she had a stupendous joint vaginal and clitoral orgasm as he pulled his cock out of her arse and collapsed onto the bed on his back.
Hannah lovingly turned around and licked his dirty cock clean and laid next to him, stroking his hairless chest. It was now nearly 9:00, and Jeff had to go home. He quickly dressed, and she followed him to the front door.
"See you tomorrow, lover," she said as she held the door wide open, her naked body again on show to anyone looking.
"Don't forget any of my rules tomorrow," he said, "or you will be punished again."
"I can't wait!" she laughed back.
"Oh, and put that horny rampant rabbit in your handbag tonight. I want you to use it during the day. I'll explain when I see you tomorrow," he said, and she watched him walk down the road until he was out of sight. She didn't notice her next-door neighbor standing behind the fence, watching her antics and listening to her goodbyes. He knew the slut was fucking the schoolboy, but hadn't figured out yet what, if anything, to do about it. | 4 |
113,391 | Fifteen Minute Blackout | His arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, pressing my hips into his. Our legs are entwined; my browned legs emerging from underneath a short, smoky blue dress to eventually end in the soft curve of heels, his enveloped in thin black cloth. Our hips are glued together. My breasts are pressed up to the clean white cotton of his shirt. My head rests on his shoulder, my breath hot on his neck, his cheek rough against my forehead.
The dance floor reeks of sensuality. Our feet move slowly over the scuffed wooden floor, in time with the slow and sensuous beat of the band. The couples moving through the semi-darkness with us are as drunk on the sensuality -- the music, the heat, the darkness, the wine -- as we are. We are all in our own worlds, oblivious to the passion of those around us.
I slowly raise my head from his shoulder to see the green sparks in his eyes. I bring my hands to his cheeks and kiss him, slowly, passionately, my tongue hungrily exploring his mouth. His arm around my waist tightens, and as he greedily kisses me, I can feel his cock hardening against my hips. His hands slide down my back, past my waist, and around the outside of my hips, pressing firmly against my flesh, as if cursing the fabric which separates his flesh from mine. After an eternity, locked in a kiss, we slowly resume dancing, our hips grinding together torturously.
A man's voice announces, in slow soothing tones, seemingly out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time, that there is to be a fifteen-minute blackout, but only the lights, not the music will be affected. He quickly apologizes for the inconvenience, mumbling about some sort of electrical problems. But everyone knows that the blackout is planned, that the explanations are for the benefit of the cops and the faint of heart only. People have come, including us, to experience the fifteen minutes of darkness which allow them to perform the most private acts, in public and without being seen at the very same time.
The already-dim lights flicker and then die, throwing a blanket of darkness over the room which leaves me unable to see anything at all. The blackness is so thick that I can barely breathe; my lungs are crushed by the weight of the darkness. But the sensation quickly dies as I feel his lips on my neck, his teeth gently biting into my flesh.
I hear a scream behind me, dissolving into a moan. All around are sounds of wild passion, zippers opening and moans and clothes tearing and gasps and breathing. . . The breathing . . . the building itself seems to be gasping for air.
I grab his shirt in my fists and tear it out of his pants, my hands searching hungrily for his flesh. My fingers roam his sides, his chest, his back, devouring the hot flesh. His hands reach down to the skin on my thighs below my skirt, and upon touching it, slide upwards, carrying the folds of my dress upwards with them. His hands hesitate at my waist and then move down across my hips again, searching for the strap of the panty that ought to be there. But he hasn't missed anything. My sex is open and exposed to the world, open and waiting for him.
His erection grows huge against my belly. I can nearly feel it throbbing against me, begging to thrust into me. He slowly moves his hands down to my sex, through my curly black hair, his fingers delicately opening my lips, searching for the wetness. He moans quietly, his head falling against my shoulder as he fingers me, his fingers nearly dripping wet.
I reach for his mouth hungrily with mine, my tongue searching his out, both teasing and begging to be teased. His arm wraps around me tighter, steadying us both, keeping us upright. I try to unbutton his pants, but my fingers are trembling with his every touch on my clitoris. He shoves my hand away, and in one swift motion, his penis is free, hard as a rock, rubbing gently against me.
I take his cock between my legs, letting the soft flesh of my thighs stimulate it, letting the tip touch the opening of my cunt, torturing us both. We seem to stay there for an eternity, his hard cock thrusting between my legs, our lips searching for the lips of the other, his strong arm around my back, holding my body up, his fingers gently touching my clit.
I suddenly grab his cock in one hand and fall to my knees. I suck him slowly, just once, and rising to my feet quickly, I guide his hard cock inside of me. We lean against each other to keep from falling to the ground from the feeling of that first penetration, the feel of his hard cock thrusting into me for the first time. We begin to grind our hips together, slowly at first, steadily increasing the pace, making him slide in and out of my wet cunt.
His hand reaches down again to finger my clit, and the pressure of his fingers nearly makes me collapse. I bite his lip, gently, and begin to fuck him all the harder, holding off my orgasm until the moment he comes. His legs begin to shake, and we lean on each other once more to keep from falling. His fingers on my clitoris get rough as he loses control, the pressure making me want to collapse onto the ground, my whole body awash in fire, my muscles around his cock quivering and shaking. I wrap my arms around him as he begins to come, his breath against my neck in rough gasps, his moans getting louder with each thrust, finally exploding inside of me.
We stand still for a moment, our breathing slowing, afraid that any motion will topple us over, our arms wrapped around each other, my head resting on his shoulder again. As he slides his cock out of me and pulls up his pants, the lights suddenly jump on, and even though the room is still half clothed in darkness, we are blinded.
He quickly buttons up his pants while I smooth my dress. We walk calmly out onto the deserted street, headed back for the hotel where we shall satisfy ourselves again, slowly, for hours into the night. | 4 |
113,476 | Island For Three | He awoke in the morning to the pleasant sensation of something warm and soft pressed up against his body. He lay there for a few minutes half asleep, basking in the feeling. It was so calming and delightful that he didn't want to open his eyes for fear that it was just a part of his dreams and it would vanish once the waking world took over.
Then it moved, pulling him out of his slumber. Lance opened his eyes and stared up for a minute at the unfamiliar plain white ceiling above him, sleepiness still blurring his vision. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, then he remembered what had happened.
He glanced down and suddenly froze up with shock. His little sister Cammy lay half on top of him, her head on his chest and her hand clutching his shoulder. She wore a peaceful smile on her face. The pleasant sensation he had felt was her body pressed up against his. Now that he knew what it was, he was unsure of how to react. Should he wake her and take the chance of embarrassing her? Should he pretend to be asleep and hope that she rolled off him on her own?
He glanced over and saw Autumn staring at them, her eyes wide and face growing red. That did it; there was no way to pretend to be asleep. He nudged Cammy gently. She yawned and opened her eyes, glancing around. Upon seeing where she was, she immediately rolled over off of him, laughing.
"Oops," she said. "I slept between you two to make sure nothing happened in the night. I guess it wasn't Autumn I should have been worrying about, but myself."
Lance smiled. It was good that she could joke about it. That meant it hadn't bothered her as much as it could have, to wake up sleeping naked on top of her brother. The thought should have disgusted him, but for some reason it didn't. Her body had felt far too nice, in fact.
He was about to sit up, but Cammy suddenly crawled over half on top of him, then leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, catching him off his guard. "Thanks anyway," she smiled, then rolled over off of him again, leaving him shocked and confused. She probably hadn't meant anything by it, but it had felt so damn good! Sexy even. His own little sister was turning him on.
He shouldn't be having those thoughts, especially about his sister. Instead, he sat up and crawled out of the tent into the cool morning air.
It was a little chilly for not wearing any clothes, but he just couldn't bring himself to put the shorts on. As long as the girls were willing to run around naked, he wasn't going to do anything to stop them. He decided that that thought, at least, was harmless. Sure they had nice bodies, and he liked to look at them, but that didn't mean he was planning on doing anything. As long as he kept his fantasies to himself, there was no harm done.
The girls followed him out of the tent, huddling together for warmth. Lance tried not to stare as they momentarily brushed up against each other, their breasts touching. Neither of them made a big deal out of it, so he didn't either. But he kept an eye out to see if anything similar happened again.
Actually, he was glad for the cold. Between feeling Cammy's body, that kiss, and now seeing the incidental contact between the girls, only the chill kept him from growing erect.
The day would heat up soon enough, especially here on the sand. In fact, he was eager to get started with the morning's activities before it grew too hot.
He built a fire and they cooked some breadfruit. With some coconut to go with it, they at least kept their bellies full. But such a meager diet wouldn't support them for long. The animal trail that they had spotted yesterday indicated a potential source of meat, and he wanted to determine its identity so that they could plan their future menu. He also wanted to have a look around their new home.
He set aside some of the cooked breadfruit for later; he would need something to munch on during his excursion into the interior of the island. His headache remained, and although it had diminished to a mere background annoyance and he had no problem pushing it mostly out of conscious thought, he decided against venturing out to the yacht again for the time being. It would not do to black out when diving and leaving the two girls to fend completely for themselves.
"Today I'm going to explore the island," Lance announced. "I'm going to see if I can make it to the top of that hill. I'll be able to get a better idea of the size of the island, and hopefully spot signs of civilization."
"Can we come too?" asked Cammy.
"I wish you could," he told them. "But that hill looks kind of steep. I'm a pretty good mountain climber, so it doesn't bother me, but until you've had some practice, I don't think you should attempt it. Besides, I'm going to be traipsing through the jungle, and I only made one pair of moccasins. You'd better stay here."
"You get all the fun," Cammy teased him.
"Well, if you're looking for fun, you could always start work on a hut. That tent will work fine for now, but if we're going to be here a while, we'll be glad for something more permanent."
"But we don't know how to make a hut."
"It's just like we started doing earlier. Lash the sticks together with dry grass, and weave more dry grass in with the sticks to seal it up. Look for some bigger sticks though; the larger you make it, the more room we'll have inside."
"Okay, fine," Cammy agreed. "You go off adventuring and leave the women folk to do the housekeeping. Or the homemaking, I should say. In this case, it's literal." She kept a grin on her face as she said it, so he knew she wasn't actually angry.
After breakfast, Lance slipped on the shorts and moccasins, covered himself with sunscreen, filled the canteen with water from the lagoon, grabbed the machete, and headed off into the forest. He first climbed the hill overlooking the clearing, and waved down at the girls from the top of the waterfall. The stream headed more or less straight for the hill, so he decided to follow it. It would keep him from getting lost.
The undergrowth wasn't particularly thick; an island this size couldn't support a truly dense jungle. There were only a few places where he had to hack his way through the bushes. He made sure to keep looking back to reorient himself. There wasn't much danger of getting lost; in a worst-case scenario he could just head to the beach in any direction and follow the circumference of the island back to the camp. Still, he preferred to keep the most direct route in mind.
The ground was far from flat. There were numerous rises and gullies, and several times he had to travel a good distance out of his way to avoid having to climb steep slopes where the stream cascaded over abrupt cliff faces. Overall, the ground sloped upward toward the hill.
The temperature climbed as the day wore on, and Lance found himself sweating profusely. He was glad he had chosen to follow the stream; several times he refilled his canteen during the journey, drinking what seemed like gallons of water as he traveled.
Twice he came across animal paths, both roughly the same size as the one down by the camp. The animals that made the paths, though, remained elusive, and for good reason, considering that Lance intended to cook and eat them. He wasn't a cruel person, but survival dictated that he had to eventually find a source of meat. Coconuts and breadfruit couldn't sustain them forever.
There was always fish, of course. But he didn't have the equipment to make a proper net. That meant spearfishing, which he had never tried before and was therefore probably no good at, or a stick and a string, which would mean sitting out for long periods of time for each catch. He might try it sometimes just for variety, but he preferred land animals, that he could build a trap to catch.
He had no way to measure the time but by the progress of the sun across the sky. An hour went by, then two. On even ground without the forest in the way, Lance figured he could have reached at least the base of the hill within an hour; the island wasn't that big after all. However, he hadn't really expected to reach it until noon.
Despite his predicament, he really did enjoy the jungle. A thousand colors surrounded him, with many different shades of green dotted with brightly colored tropical flowers. He could spend all day staring at the amazing patterns of leaves, grass, and tree trunks. Each flower was an intricate masterpiece, a work of art with wondrous detail. Each tree had its own peculiar shape formed partly by its kind and partly by its long and mysterious history.
He wondered how the girls were doing. Cammy had faced their predicament with her usual never-ending cheerfulness, and Autumn had at least not complained once.He wasn't particularly concerned with them making progress on the hut; it was more important that they keep up their spirits. But was that cheerful acceptance of their fate just an act? Was Cammy putting on a good face so that he wouldn't worry about her? Maybe they were back at camp confessing their fears to each other right now.
No, he couldn't believe that. If they had any fault, it was in not taking their situation seriously enough. That was Lance's doing, of course; he had tried to make it sound like they should treat this adventure as just another part of their vacation while they waited for the inevitable rescue. He knew the truth, though; after the first twenty-four hours, rescue was anything but inevitable. It meant their emergency beacon had probably failed, and nobody knew they were missing. Eventually, they would have to face the reality that they were likely here for a long time, months at least. But until that became more obvious, he was happy to let them have their fun.
He remembered watching them splashing and playing in the lagoon, and how it had excited him to see their young, nubile bodies. That was another reason why he wanted to make this journey alone. He needed to sort out his thoughts. It was too easy for him to let his passions get out of control when he had a couple of gorgeous, naked girls around him. Knowing how Autumn felt about him added a further complication. Supposing he gave in to his passions, how far would she be willing to take things?
Those were dangerous thoughts. He couldn't afford to surrender to his instincts like that because he could end up doing something they would both regret. Here on an island thousands of miles from civilization, he had to be the source of his own civilization. The better question was, just what should his relationship with Autumn be?
He was no fool; despite the difference in their ages, a man and a woman trapped together on a deserted island were bound to form some kind of relationship, and her feelings for him were going to help define it. Even with Cammy there, he wasn't sure that Lance and Autumn could maintain a platonic friendship without it developing into something deeper.
Then he laughed aloud as he realized just how absurd that was. They had already spent two months together aboard a tiny boat, and nothing had come of it. In fact, that was an understatement. Autumn and Lance weren't even friends; he still hardly knew her. Why should he expect that things would change now that they were on an island instead of a boat?
He was obviously thinking with the wrong head. It was the sight of the girls' nude bodies that had done it. The only thing that had really changed was that they were now running around naked. So what? In time, he would get used to it, and it would no longer arouse him as it did now. Then things would be just like they were back aboard the Siren's Song.
With that in mind, he could afford to let himself enjoy seeing the girls without their clothes on. There was nothing wrong with appreciating such beauty.
The sun was high overhead when he reached the base of the hill. He had been slowly ascending ever since leaving camp, but now he faced a rather steep slope. It wouldn't be a difficult climb; nothing compared to Everest, of course. If he used the switchback method, he could still mostly just hike to the top.
The stream had thinned as he traveled until now it was little more than a trickle down the side of the hill. No doubt it would vanish completely before he had climbed very far. In fact, in places it disappeared beneath a covering of moss and foliage, and he could only tell its presence by its sound and the shimmering where sunlit running water peeked out through holes in the growth. He would have to make sure he filled his canteen before beginning the ascent.
Before starting up, he took time to cut open a coconut that he found on the ground. He drank as much of the juice as didn't spill when he cut it open, then ate his fill of the meat. He didn't have too much because he didn't want to risk cramps as he climbed the hill. The slope was too shallow to cause him to fall, but there would be no place to lie out flat until the cramps passed.
After eating and resting for about twenty minutes, he began his ascent. There were no trails to follow, but there wasn't much ground cover either, so he was able to rather easily angle his way up, stopping and changing direction every so often. There were two drawbacks to climbing at an angle. First, it multiplied the distance. Second, with the trees in the way to prevent him from keeping focused on landmarks, it was too easy to lose his sense of direction. Still, he figured that once he reached the top, he could reorient himself again. The way down would be easier because he could go straight, and as long as he pointed himself roughly in the right direction at the beginning, he could find the stream again at the bottom and follow it back to camp.
He rested frequently; there was no sense overexerting himself when there was no time limit. Besides, the less effort he put into it, the less he would sweat and the less water he would need. He sipped only lightly from the canteen now and then, not wanting to drink it all up and be stuck with nothing left before he reached the summit.
About halfway up the slope, a representative of his future dinner plans hopped out in front of him. He smiled as he saw it, realizing that there was no chance of them starving on this island. He already knew how to snare, skin, and cook a rabbit, having done so on a couple of survival camps in the past.
Toward the top of the hill, the incline shallowed out, so he abandoned his sideways method and scrambled the last fifty feet or so straight to the top. Finally, he made it, and he sat down exhausted but victorious. The top of the hill was a rounded dome with a diameter of about twenty feet before it dropped away down the slope. There were a couple of trees growing right at the top, but nothing that could obscure his view. In the east, he could follow the line of the stream with his eyes right to the cliff overlooking the camp. Out beyond the breakers, he could see a dark line submerged in the water indicating the reef. Even the hull of the Siren's Song was visible.
The north and south were pretty much the same as the east, with the white line of the beach forming a "C" around the island. In the west, the jungle was quite a bit thicker and reached all the way to the ocean. He couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like the shore was lined with mangroves on most of the western side.
He searched in vain for buildings, roads, or other signs of human presence, but there was nothing. For all he knew, Lance and the girls were the first people ever to set foot on this island. He marveled at the fact that even in this age of satellites and global positioning technology, of trade routes and detailed topographical maps of the sea floor, in the vastness of the Pacific there could still exist an island that had never been seen before.
He took a few minutes to scan the ocean for any passing ships, but there were none. He also saw no jet trails in the sky. The sight of the empty sea and sky, with the whole of the island laid out in front of his eyes, made him suddenly feel very alone. Other than the girls, there was no one around for hundreds, perhaps thousands, of miles.
That made him want to return to camp as soon as possible. He could do with some company right now, especially someone like the always-cheerful Cammy. Even shy little Autumn would be better than just sitting here at the top of the hill alone with his thoughts.
Now that he had discovered just how isolated they were, there was no point in staying here atop the hill any longer. He began carefully scrambling down the slope in the direction of the camp. He took it slowly and cautiously, knowing that his eagerness to return to the girls might make him go a little faster than he should if he wasn't careful. It wouldn't do to fall and break a leg. If he did, Cammy and Autumn would surely come looking for him, and as long as they headed toward the hill, they would eventually find him, but there was no point making the journey more difficult than necessary.
At the bottom of the hill, he located the stream, so he filled his canteen and began his return journey. This time it went much faster; not only did the sight of familiar landscapes help things, but moving toward the coast meant it was downhill for most of the way. Despite the gloominess he had felt at the top of the hill, the thought of returning to the girls cheered him.
He followed the landmarks back that he had stopped to memorize on his way into the interior of the island, not that there was any chance of getting lost. He had the stream to follow after all. Mostly, he just identified them so he could gauge how far he had walked and how much further he had to travel. Soon, he found himself in familiar surroundings, and the welcome sight of the hill overlooking the camp.
It was then that he discovered yet another source of food. There was no mistaking the large, glossy leaves of the taro plant, growing from the swampy shallows of the stream. That made sense now that he thought of it; where there was breadfruit, there was bound to be taro, both brought to this part of the Pacific by prehistoric seafarers.
It was almost as important a discovery as the rabbits on the side of the hill. The castaways could mash the roots into poi, giving them a nice base for their diet. He would have to go looking for more taro plants later. Right now, he just wanted to get back to camp and report on his findings.
As he came over the crest of the hill, he glanced down into the lagoon below. He froze when he saw what was going on.Cammy and Autumn stood under the waterfall, facing each other and holding hands. They obviously didn't see him. The two girls leaned in and wrapped their arms around one another. Their heads moved in close, and suddenly they had their lips pressed together.
Lance's heart pounded in his chest, and he watched with both excitement and shock. This was something he had never suspected about the girls, something that took him completely by surprise. He didn't know what to think or how to react.
As soon as he managed to regain control of himself, he hurriedly stepped back out of view, trembling from the overwhelming realization, his mind a mass of confusion. The sight of the two beautiful young girls, naked and kissing like that, was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. But he also felt guilty, both because he shouldn't be spying on them like that and because he shouldn't be feeling that way about his sister.
It really didn't surprise him so much to discover that she was a lesbian; ever since her recovery, she had been enthusiastic about trying new things, as if to try to cram in as many experiences as possible. It was a natural reaction to a confrontation with her own mortality.
More surprising was the realization that Autumn had those tendencies. For one thing, the girl was always so shy and reserved; he couldn't imagine her experimenting with her sexuality in that way. For another, Cammy had already told him that Autumn entertained romantic feelings about him. That meant that even if she liked girls, she apparently liked guys as well.
He had to admit, he felt a certain jealousy. Not a lot, but he had already given some mostly idle thought to the possibility of a relationship with Autumn, and now it looked like that wouldn't be a possibility. In his fantasies, he had imagined weeks or months on the island with the ever-decreasing chance of rescue, and the more practical notion of living here forever. It would be only natural for the man and the girl to get together.
Still, it was probably better this way. Lance Lyons had been from one end of the world to the other, so he considered himself rather broad-minded. The idea of two girls in love didn't bother him at all. And should the three castaways ever be rescued, it wouldn't do for him to have fallen in love with a fourteen-year-old girl. He could still have his fantasies, but they would have to remain just that.
He waited a few minutes to let the more obvious physical evidence of his excitement disappear, then began to whistle a cheerful tune, perhaps a bit louder than necessary, as he made his way down the side of the hill toward the camp. He wanted to give the girls plenty of warning; it felt a little inappropriate to walk in on them in the midst of their passion. Cammy might laugh it off, but Autumn would probably pass out from embarrassment.
Part of him hoped the rushing of the waterfall would drown out his whistling, that he would catch the girls red-handed and they would have to bring their feelings out in the open. He fantasized about them giving up any claim on privacy and continuing their escapades right in front of his eyes. But he also knew that it wouldn't be that simple, and more likely their embarrassment would put an end to that relationship.
When he came into view, the girls had separated. Cammy stood waist-deep in the water, and Autumn sat on a rock near the waterfall with her feet dangling in the water. The sight before his eyes reminded him of two mermaids relaxing in a sheltered cove. These mermaids acted as if nothing had happened. They certainly knew how to fake it; if he hadn't just seen them kissing a few minutes earlier, he would never suspect that anything had gone on between them.
"You two sure have a one-track mind," he grinned. The girls stopped and stared at him for a second. Autumn began to turn red.
"What do you mean?" asked Cammy, no doubt trying to sound nonchalant.
"I mean, all you do all day is swim," he replied.
Both girls laughed nervously at that, relaxing.
"I mean it," he continued in a lighthearted tone. "I'm working my butt off and I find you two just goofing around." He wasn't really scolding them; he really didn't mind after all. The sight of the water glistening on their youthful skin and the torrents running down their bodies was plenty of motivation for him to do all the work and let them have their fun.
"Turn around," Cammy told him with a grin.
"What?"
"Just do it," she insisted.
He shrugged, and turned away from them.
"Nope, still there," she said.
"What is?"
"Your butt. So you haven't worked it off yet. You're apparently not doing enough."
"Oh, very funny," he laughed. Autumn burst out into giggles at that.
"Anyway, I think you need a break," Cammy continued. "Why don't you come join us? You know what they say about all work and no play."
"It makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise?"
"No, you're thinking of 'early to bed, and early to rise.'"
"I thought that had something to do with getting the worm."
"Oh, you're impossible!" Cammy growled playfully. "But seriously, don't you think he should come have a swim with us, Autumn?"
Her friend's eyes went wide. "Um... I..." she stammered.
Lance came to her rescue by changing the subject. "Anyway, I have some bad news," he told them. He said it that way to deliberately make it sound worse than it was, so that they would be relieved when he told them the truth.
"What?" asked Cammy seriously.
"I've found a source of meat, but..."
"Come on, just tell us."
"Well, it happens to be cute and fluffy little animals. Rabbits, in particular."
"Oh, that's all?" asked Cammy, a smile on her face. "You had us worried there for a minute. We don't mind, do we, Autumn?"
"But..." said her friend, "you're not going to kill them right in front of us, are you?"
"Tell you what. I'll set the snares away from camp, and I'll skin and clean the rabbits on the spot. The only thing you two will see is something that vaguely looks like it may once have been a rabbit."
"That's fine," Autumn said.
He had a lot to tell them, but he figured it was just as easy to tell them in the lagoon while out of it. Besides, the water really did look nice and refreshing. He wondered if the girls would mind if he took off his shorts. Probably not, so he stripped down and waded out toward the girls. Neither of them mentioned it, to his relief. Autumn, perhaps still just a little afraid of him, kept her distance, but Cammy surprised him by immediately dashing over behind him and jumping on his back. Shocked at her boldness, he let his legs give out, and they both dunked under the water. They came up laughing and sputtering. Lance couldn't believe she had done that, considering that neither of them wore a stitch. Worse still, he couldn't believe just how good her young body felt against his back. She was not particularly heavy, but she was soft in all the right places.
He decided not to let it bother him. Cammy had always been playful, and she probably didn't even realize what she was doing. To her, it was just innocent fun and games.
Lance told them about what he had discovered, that this island was completely isolated. The breadfruit and taro suggested that Lance and the girls weren't the first people to set foot on this island, but whoever had been here before hadn't likely visited for a long time, perhaps centuries. Unfortunately, that meant the island was pretty far off the beaten track. He had no idea how far off course the storm had blown the Siren's Song.
As they frolicked in the water, Lance couldn't get the image of the two girls hugging and kissing out of his mind. Certainly they weren't doing anything now to suggest that they were anything but merely good friends, and for a moment he wondered if he had imagined the whole thing. Perhaps the heat had made him hallucinate, his eyes playing tricks on him. It had looked like something right out of a fantasy painting after all. But no, delusions from heat stroke were usually accompanied by a dozen other symptoms, and he felt just fine. He decided just to put it out of his mind, especially since he was enjoying himself so much swimming and splashing and playing.
After about half an hour in the lagoon, they waded out and lay down on the sand to dry off. After the day's journey, Lance was particularly tired, so he rewarded himself for a job well done with a nice, long nap. Cammy woke him two hours later by shoving a piece of coconut in his mouth. She giggled as he woke and sat up, staring around. After taking a second to get his bearings, he caught her in a headlock and rubbed the top of her head with his knuckles.
He showed the girls the taro plant he had discovered and set them to work looking for others. They discovered quite a few of them around the stream, enough to keep them fed indefinitely. He pulled up a couple of the plants to harvest the roots.
Lance and the girls dined on coconuts, breadfruit, and boiled taro roots that evening, then Lance decided to set out some snares before it got too dark. The girls were curious as to how to set them, so he let them follow him into the jungle.
Setting a rabbit snare wasn't too difficult. All he needed was a piece of string tied in a slipknot and attached to a sturdy stick shoved into the ground, and a few smaller sticks to prop up the loop. If he set them along the rabbit paths they had seen earlier, they didn't even need any bait.
Not being aware of the population density of the rabbits, he didn't know how many snares to set. He started with three, a good average number. Since the snares would catch the rabbits alive, if he caught too many he would release the ones he didn't need.If that happened repeatedly, he would cut back to two snares or even one, but if the snares were empty most days, he would set another two.
After the work was done, they headed out to the beach to watch the stars come out. Cammy asked if it might be all right some time to camp out on the western side of the island where they could see the sunset, but Lance told her that unfortunately it was all mangrove swamps over there. Still, the beauty of the darkening sky over the tranquil sea had its own charm, especially out here away from the lights of civilization. They lay out on the beach until the last traces of sunlight had vanished, watching the moon and the occasional shooting star. They pointed out the constellations they knew, and even made up a few new ones. Before he knew it, Lance found himself nodding off, and he fell asleep without even returning to the camp and the tent. | 3 |
113,513 | Allison and the Primdales | He never did discover the identity of the mystery girl. He only knew it wasn't Brit, because on Monday morning he awoke with her in basically the same position next to him as when they had gone to sleep together last night. In the end, it didn't matter anyway who his nocturnal visitor was. He was likely to have sex with her several times over the next week anyway.
Several of the others were already awake. Greg had gotten up early to call into the office and tell his secretary that he wouldn't be coming in that week. There was a fairly unimportant board meeting planned for Wednesday, but he could just conference in over the phone line in his office upstairs. Other than that, he was free to have all the fun he wanted with his family this week.
Brit was the last one up, not surprisingly. Even after waking, she just wanted to cuddle with Jeff for a while, so while the others got ready for the day's activities, the two siblings just lay there together holding each other until Allison announced that it was time for breakfast.
Everyone headed upstairs to a breakfast of bacon and eggs with toast and jam, and orange juice to wash it down. Under normal circumstances, they would want to slow down and enjoy it, but they had much more interesting things to do later. So they hurried and ate, then returned downstairs to continue where they left off last night. Allison stood up in front of the group, taking charge.
"Before we begin," she said, "I want to make sure we all understand what's about to happen. Yesterday we mostly went with our regular partners."
"With some notable exceptions," Crystal interrupted, flashing Greg a smile.
"Exactly," continued Allison. "Today I want to mix things up a little more. Let there be no mistake about it; this is an orgy. As I mentioned before, that means that everyone has to be willing to have sex with anyone else in this room. I know that every girl here is at least partly bisexual, so there shouldn't be any objections on that basis. We'll make an exception for Jeff and Greg of course, but other than that, we all have to be willing."
"I'm more than willing!" Kari exclaimed.
"If anyone wants to back out, this is the time," asked Allison. "Nobody will think less of you if you do. Or if there's anyone in this room you don't want to have sex with, go ahead and say so. I'm sure we can work around you."
Nobody spoke up.
"Greg?" she asked. "Are you okay with this?"
"What I'm not okay with," he said, "is standing around and talking about it, when we should be doing it. We've got some serious fucking to accomplish."
Everyone laughed, especially his kids. He had never been one to use bad language; on the contrary, he had even insisted that the kids keep their speech clean in the house. Now that he had accepted the new lifestyle, he was apparently as enthusiastic about it as anyone.
"Okay, then we're all in," Allison announced. "So does anyone have any suggestions about how we pair off?"
"If we want to have lots of fun," Jeff said, "I vote we put Kari in charge of the fun and games."
"Is Kari good at games?" asked Greg.
"You'd better believe it!" Jeff laughed.
"Any objections?" asked Allison. Again, everyone remained quiet. "Okay, Kari, looks like you're the boss. So what do you want to do?"
"Oh, I've got a few ideas," she replied. "It's just a matter of deciding what we want to do first. Let's see... who here likes oral sex?"
Jeff immediately raised his hand, and the others laughed. Then one by one, the other hands went up until they were all raised.
"All right, since Jeff was so enthusiastic, we'll let him start. This game is really simple. Jeff, you pick someone in this room to bring you to orgasm with her mouth. Then the one you pick will choose someone to do the same for them. So as not to leave anyone out, we'll make it a rule that you're not allowed to choose someone who's already done it. And you're not allowed to choose Jeff, because he'll be last, in order to complete the circle. Agreed?"
The others nodded.
"Good. Jeff, who do you choose?"
"I'll bet I can guess," Lissa commented, glancing at Allison.
"I'll bet I can narrow it down to three at least," Kari added. "And I'd better be on the list, Jeff!"
He laughed. "On the list of girls I most want to suck me off, you're at the top. But I'm going to surprise everyone this time. I pick Alya."
Alya grinned. "My pleasure," she said.
"Actually, I think it will be my pleasure," Jeff laughed.
"So Jeff, any reason why you picked Alya?" asked Lissa.
He shrugged. "Simple. It's the novelty of it. She's the only girl in this room who hasn't already sucked my dick at one time or another."
The others glanced around at each other.
"You know, I think he's right," Allison commented with an amused grin.
Jeff sat down on the couch and spread his legs. Alya came over and knelt on the floor in front of him. Everyone crowded around to watch. Brit even walked behind the couch so she could massage his shoulders.
"Can she do that?" asked Crystal. "Is touching allowed?"
"I don't mind," Jeff grinned.
Alya reached out and took his cock in her hands. She gave it a few strokes to put it at full hardness, then lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. Jeff groaned as she licked all around the head. He always loved receiving oral sex, and it was especially exciting since it was the first time Alya had done it to him. She opened her mouth and let his cock slip in, then closed and sealed her lips around it.
When she began to suck, he sighed in pleasure. He was no stranger to blowjobs; every other girl in the room had given him one, after all. But it was always exciting when a new girl did it to him. He loved the hot and moist sensation of her tongue as it cradled his cock, the dimples in her cheeks as she sucked him, and especially the suction inside her mouth that stimulated his nerves, as if trying to draw out the pleasure from deep inside his body.
Apparently her practicing on "Mr. Bullard" had paid off; she certainly knew what she was doing. And obviously she hadn't learned this technique practicing on Lissa. While not as enthusiastic as, say, Brit, she really seemed to enjoy giving him oral sex.
Under normal circumstances, he might try to hold out to prolong the pleasure, but there would be plenty more fun later. So when he felt the rising pressure in his loins, he gave Alya a warning and then let the orgasm overtake him. He tensed up as it hit, releasing into her mouth. She smiled and hummed contentedly as she swallowed it down, and he watched in fascination as her throat contracted with each swallow. That sight was enough to keep the orgasm going extra long, but eventually the pleasure waned and his body relaxed once more. He let out a sigh as Alya let his cock slip from her mouth.
"Yummy, isn't it?" asked Brit. Alya blushed as she nodded.
"Better than Mr. Bullard's?" asked Lissa.
"Absolutely," Alya replied.
"Who's Mr. Bullard?" asked Kari.
"Our landlord," Lissa explained. "We paid him in blowjobs."
Greg's jaw dropped open and his eyes widened as he heard this. Everyone else laughed, probably more at his reaction than at Lissa's statement.
"Okay Alya, your turn," said Kari. "Out of anyone in this room, who do you want to eat you out the most?"
"Well, Lissa's mentioned her experiences with other women. Ever since she mentioned her first time, I've been curious about what it would feel like to be pleasured by that same woman."
"Allison?" asked Greg. "You're talking about that time on the boat?"
"Not quite, Dad," Lissa grinned. "I never told you this, but my first lesbian experience was with Rachael."
Greg gasped. "Are you serious?" he asked. "When did that happen?"
"That first time she babysat us."
"But I thought... Allison told me she was Jeff's first time."
"I was," Rachael replied. "That was only the first night. Remember, I spent three nights here. And yes, that means that during that visit I had sex with every member of this family except for Brit."
"Dad and Allison too?" asked Brit.
"Your dad and Allison at the same time," she grinned. "But enough talk. Alya, go sit on the couch so I can eat you."
Alya sat down on the couch, then spread her legs. She seemed a bit nervous, despite being the one to choose her partner. Rachael, of course, wasn't bashful at all. She knelt between Alya's legs and immediately set to work with her tongue. It didn't take long for Alya to warm up to Rachael, which wasn't surprising. Jeff knew from experience how good Rachael was with her tongue, though admittedly it was different with him.
From his vantage point on the couch next to her, he could see everything.Rachael used only the tip of her tongue, running it up and down Alya's slit and over the hairless outer lips. She especially focused on the little bump at the top, and Jeff could see Alya's clit just starting to peek out of its hiding place. Alya was gasping in her breaths now, her eyes closed and an open-mouthed smile on her face.
Lissa came around behind the couch and placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, massaging her like Brit had massaged Jeff. Alya opened her eyes and smiled up at the naked girl above her.
Rachael attacked her with enthusiasm, mercilessly ravishing her pussy with her tongue. She speared it inside the hole, or flicked it over and over again against the clit, driving Alya into a frenzied excitement. Rachael, of course, seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Alya did. From what Jeff knew of her, she got really excited about being the one to get someone off, male or female. She enjoyed wielding that power over them.
It didn't take long for her assault to do its job. Alya soon screamed in ecstasy as Rachael's mouth pushed her over the edge into an explosive orgasm. Her body shuddered as her muscles all tensed, her hips twitching with each wave of pleasure.
When she calmed down, she lay there panting, her eyes closed and her mouth locked in an uncontrollable smile. Rachael stood up and licked her lips, a similar smile on her own face.
"Yummy," she commented.
"All right, Rachael," Kari said. "Now it's your turn to pick."
"Like I said, I've had sex with everyone in this family except for Brit. I'm getting impatient. She's already fourteen. A couple more years and she'll be too old for me."
"Hey!" Brit exclaimed, but with a grin on her face.
"Just kidding," Rachael told her. "But seriously, Brit, you're about the sexiest girl I've ever met. I was hoping to seduce you the last time I was here, but I had to go away frustrated. I'm not letting another opportunity pass by."
"Well let's get to it then," Brit said with an excited grin. Jeff stood up to give Rachael room to sit down on the couch, and Brit knelt in front of her. Rachael spread her legs wide, giving Brit room to work and everyone in the room the opportunity to see that she was already wet between the legs. That didn't come as a surprise to Jeff; sometimes he thought she lived in a permanent state of arousal.
She squealed at the first touch of Brit's tongue. Brit giggled, then continued to lick her. Rachael seemed particularly excited to have Brit do this with her; like she said, it was her final conquest in the Primdale family. Considering she had already had sex with Kari, Jeff figured that Crystal would probably be her next target. Then she would have seduced everyone in two families.
Her hips writhed around on the couch as Brit tongued her pussy. Brit seemed to get a kick out of the reactions she was causing in Rachael, which made her more enthusiastic about her work. Though she didn't put as much energy into it as Rachael had done for Alya, she still tried her hardest. She used her fingers to pry apart her aunt's lips so that she could lick all over the pink parts underneath. She moved up to the clit and ran her tongue over it, eliciting more squeals and gasps from Rachael, who by now was completely lost in the excitement. She grabbed Brit's head and held her there, as if afraid the girl would leave her unsatisfied.
But Brit apparently had no such plans. She was having too much fun making her aunt squirm. Maybe she too enjoyed the power of giving someone an orgasm, especially someone experienced like Rachael. Jeff had always thought of the person performing oral sex as being in a submissive position, but he could see now that it didn't have to be that way at all. Right now, Brit was in complete control of her aunt; Rachael was, for the moment, her slave.
Rachael's orgasm was the most obvious yet; her moans turned into a shriek of excitement and her hips literally lifted off the couch to mash against Brit's mouth. Brit giggled, but continued to lick her hungrily until her aunt's body once more collapsed on the couch, her legs still spread obscenely and her head thrown back over the back of the couch as she panted in exhaustion.
"Oh god..." she moaned quietly. "Oh god..." Then she lifted her head and stared down at Brit, who now sat at her feet with a grin. Rachael smiled back at her. "Do you realize how long I've wanted you to do that to me, Brit? I've been lusting after you for the longest time."
"Don't worry," Brit told her. "I have a feeling this won't be the last time we have sex."
"Damn right!" Rachael laughed.
"So Brit," said Kari, "Who--"
"Daddy!" she exclaimed with a grin on her face.
Greg laughed. "With such an enthusiastic invitation, how can I refuse?" he asked.
Brit took Rachael's place on the couch. Instead of going straight for her pussy though, he first kissed her tenderly on the lips. When he drew back, he gazed into her eyes for a few seconds, and they both smiled at each other.
"You are so beautiful, Brit," he told her, and she blushed at the compliment. "Last time it was too dark for me to get to enjoy your beauty," he said.
"If you had, we wouldn't be here right now," she grinned.
"That's a very good point. Still, I want to take my time and do this right," he told her.
"Just remember, the rest of us are waiting for you," said Crystal. "So don't take too much time."
Greg moved his lips to her cheek and kissed her again, then slowly descended to her neck. She sighed as he kissed her there, running his mouth all over her smooth skin. He smiled in delight at the thought that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Now that he had the chance to really enjoy her, he realized that there was something comforting and familiar about the feel of her skin, the sound of her breaths, the warmth and even smell of her body, something that was unmistakably Brit. He didn't have to see her to know who he was making love to. Perhaps, even last night, he had known it all along. Perhaps he had simply deluded himself into thinking he was with Crystal instead of her, because he had wanted so much to make love to his daughter, and wanted an excuse, a way to rationalize it so that he wouldn't feel guilty. Yes, now that he had succumbed to his baser instincts and the wiles of not only Allison but his whole family, he could admit freely that he wanted this. He wanted to bring his daughter to the heights of pleasure.
Now he understood how Jeff felt. Brit was a precious treasure, a little angel, a girl who above all needed to be loved. And if society frowned on certain aspects of that love, so be it. She was more important to him than the rules of society anyway. Allison had taught him that lesson, and now he finally understood what it meant.
His lips reached her cute little perky breasts, and he let his tongue wander over her nipple, savoring the delicious flavor and loving the sensation of it growing harder as he teased it. He glanced up and saw that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown back against the top of the couch. Crystal stepped behind her and placed her hands on Brit's shoulders as Brit had done to Jeff. As Greg moved to toy with the other breast momentarily, Crystal rubbed her best friend's shoulders. It still took some getting used to, knowing that these two little girls were lovers. But it also thrilled him. Both girls were absolutely adorable, so tiny and fragile, and infinitely feminine. The thought of them giving each other such pleasure was almost a mind-blowing concept.
As if reading his mind, Crystal let her hands wander lower when Greg left his daughter's breasts and made his way down to her spread legs. Crystal let her hands slide onto Brit's breasts, taking over from her daddy. He had something even more tasty to occupy his attention now.
From the moment his tongue touched her slit, Greg was in love. He loved the flavor of her hot little pussy and the juicy nectar dripping from it. He just couldn't get enough of his daughter's love juices. He licked her all over, running his tongue up and down the slit and burrowing inside. The taste of her drove him wild with desire, and he attacked her mercilessly. He felt her hands on the back of his head, pushing him deeper into him, and he accepted it enthusiastically. All he could think about was her delicious little cunt.
He could hear her whimpering in delight from the onslaught of his tongue, but that sound only drove him wilder and wilder. His tongue ran around and around her cute little clitoris, teasing it as she moaned above him.
"Oh god Daddy, oh god Daddy!" she whimpered, and the sound of it excited him even more. Daddy, she called him. She was getting pleasured by her very own father. It was a thought almost too horrible to even contemplate, yet the perverse nature of it only made it that much more arousing.
As his tongue worked over her clit, he shoved one of his fingers inside her hole. That did it. Her hips bucked, and she cried out. "DADEEEEEEE!" she screamed as her climax hit her hard, reducing her to a quivering mound of orgasmic feminine flesh. He loved the thought that he was doing this to his own daughter, the girl he had brought into this world and spent so much of his time raising. Now he had just shown the extreme depths of his love for her.
After it was all over, Brit lay sighing on the couch, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her lips. Greg rose up and kissed those lips, slipping his tongue between them momentarily. Then he sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her. She leaned in and lay her head on his chest for a few minutes, smiling in contentment.
Eventually she opened her eyes and sat back up, glancing around at the people surrounding her as if surprised to see them.Perhaps she had been so lost in the moment that she had forgotten where she was.
Then she turned to her father. "Now it's your turn, Daddy," she said. "It's too bad I'm not available, because I'd love to show you how much I love you."
"I'll have to take you up on that offer later," he said. "But for now, I'd like to take Lissa up on her earlier offer to finish what we started on the sailing trip last year."
"I was hoping you'd say that, Dad," Lissa grinned.
Greg rose to his feet and took Brit's place on the couch. He shivered with excitement as he watched Lissa kneel in front of him. So this was it. Up to this point, he hadn't crossed any line today that he hadn't already crossed before. If he allowed his daughter to do this to him, then he would truly be accepting this new lifestyle.
As she glanced up at him with a loving smile on her face, his mind went back to that event that started it all a year ago, the event that had wracked him with guilt for a year now. That was why he had chosen Lissa today. He wanted some form of closure to this whole thing. The guilt wouldn't completely disappear until he surrendered himself totally to an incestuous relationship with his family, so he needed to repeat that event, this time taking it to the end.
He sucked in his breath as Lissa took his dick in her hand. The excitement and thrill of what was about to happen to him had already gotten him as hard as could be, so she really didn't have to use her hands at all. He watched in excruciating eagerness as she brought her face close to his cock. Instead of taking it straight into her mouth, though, she planted a kiss right on the tip.
"Oh god," he groaned, and she smiled at him. Then she kissed it again, this time on the underside just below the head. She stuck out her tongue and brushed it against that spot, that extremely sensitive and pleasurable point that she apparently knew about.
Then she lifted her head a little, opened her mouth, and let her tongue run all over the head, flicking it against the slit at the top that by now leaked pre-cum like crazy. Greg threw his head back and began making groaning noises as she teased him mercilessly.
Brit stepped behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and rubbing him like she had rubbed Jeff. Greg gazed up into her smiling face, remembering that time on the pool deck a week ago when she had done the same thing with Rachael and Allison pleasuring him. This time he let himself go, enjoying the sight of her perky little tits just inches from his face. How he would love to suck on them! No doubt he would have many chances later, so he just relaxed and let the pleasure overtake him.
Then he felt the moist warmth of Lissa's mouth enveloping his cock, and he gave a much louder groan of pleasure. She bobbed up and down on him, slowly at first so as to prolong the waves of pleasure that washed through him at every motion. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have his daughter do this to him. It was so wrong, yet it felt so right. Ever since those pictures on the boat last year, he had had the occasional fantasy about Lissa continuing the experience. Sometimes he even dreamed about it. Fortunately, Allison enjoyed it when he woke up from such erotic dreams and groped her until she awoke and took care of his needs.
He stared down into Lissa's beautiful face, losing himself in the depth of her eyes as she gazed back up at him with adoration. He could see now that she wasn't just doing this as part of the scheme to get him over his moral issues with the relationships that he disapproved of. The expression on her face told him that she was doing this because she loved him. He understood fully now what that meant.
Across the room, he noticed Alya watching with fascination. Lately he had come to know what it felt like to share his lover with someone else, and learned that it could be done without jealousy. Alya was experiencing the same thing, though from what Allison had mentioned earlier, it wasn't the first time. Still, she probably wasn't all that used to it.
Soon he felt the pleasure spiking. He threw his head back against the couch, letting out a wail. Lissa kept sucking, and a moment later he released his load into her mouth. She swallowed it enthusiastically, and he realized that in that moment he had crossed the final line. For the first time, he had willingly allowed one of his daughters to bring him to orgasm. He had no regrets about it; of course, the intense pleasure filled him so completely that there was no room for regrets.
When it was over, he collapsed again against the couch. Lissa rose up and sat down next to him. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Dad," she said. "I've been wanting to do that for almost a year now. That was the best birthday present I could ever ask for."
"So Lissa, who do you want to do you?" asked Jeff.
"Allison," Lissa replied. "We've been such good friends, and I've felt so close to you these past few years. I love to hug you and caress you and just be with you. Our friendship has always been about tenderness and affection. Now that we're all shedding off our inhibitions, I want to add sex to it."
"Lissa, I've wanted to do this for a long time," Allison replied. "I was just afraid that it might hurt our relationship. Now I don't have to worry any more, and I finally get my chance to show you how much I love you." She came over to Lissa and kissed her on the lips. Lissa closed her eyes and relaxed, letting herself enjoy it. From Jeff's perspective, he could tell that this kiss wasn't just about the game they played, but about the love between the two women. Lissa and Allison really did care about each other.
He glanced over at Alya, wondering if she might be a little jealous. But the smile on her face suggested that she approved of this. Greg's face had a similar expression; apparently, neither of them had the slightest issue with their lovers in the arms of someone else.
When Allison drew back, Lissa kept her eyes closed, smiling and licking her lips. She sighed in happiness, still lost in that kiss.
Allison leaned in again, this time kissing her on the neck. Lissa threw her head back and let out a whimper of delight. Allison reached out with her hands and fondled the girl's breasts, gently running them all over.
"Oh god, Allison!" Lissa exclaimed. "That's so nice."
"It gets better," her stepmother said, then leaned in to lick one of the nipples. Lissa gave an excited and even comical squeal at the contact, causing everyone to laugh. The two girls on the couch ignored it though, too caught up in each other.
"I love the way you taste," Allison commented. "I should have done this a long time ago. You have such a wonderful body; you can't imagine how much it turns me on to finally get to experience it to the fullest." She continued to kiss, lick, and suck Lissa's nipple for a few minutes, then moved to the other one to give it the same pleasure.
Lissa's breathing grew heavier by the minute. Her body was reacting to the stimulation, squirming on the couch and occasionally shuddering. Her motions increased when Allison slipped her hand between Lissa's legs and began to rub her gently there. The girl's breathing turned to moans.
Allison removed her lips from Lissa's breast so that she could gaze at her face as she fingered her pussy. From the look on Allison's face, she loved seeing the girl's reactions.
Finally, she knelt down between Lissa's legs. Lissa glanced down at Allison, pure lust in her eyes. Her stepmother gave her a wink, then leaned in with her head, opening her mouth and extending her tongue. She moved in slowly, drawing out the anticipation until it appeared that Lissa could stand it no longer. Then Allison's tongue touched the girl's pussy, and Lissa screamed with joy.
Again, it was obvious that this was more than just the game. Allison attended to the task with love and devotion, the expression on her face showing that it was a privilege for her to be able to do this to Lissa. Her tongue ran all over the girl's pussy, up and down the slit, over the now exposed clitoris, and sometimes delving inside to taste her sweet nectar. Allison looked like she was in heaven as she made love to her stepdaughter. Her own moans matched Lissa's; she obviously got as much satisfaction out of this as the girl she was stimulating.
Lissa unconsciously put her hands to the back of Allison's head and pulled her in, holding her tightly against her cunt. The woman didn't complain at all, but simply responded by attacking the girl's pussy more vigorously. She placed her hands on the insides of Lissa's knees to spread her legs even wider and give her room to go even deeper with her tongue.
The passion and love between the girls was so obvious that it was clear that they both had wanted this for a long time. Jeff, who watched from nearby, realized that he was witnessing the culmination of a relationship every bit as beautiful as the one between his sister and himself. He could see now that Lissa and Alya were meant to be lovers.
Soon, Lissa's moans and movements increased, her body clearly building to an orgasm. Her legs nearly clamped together around Allison's head as her body tensed up; only Allison's hands pressing on Lissa's thighs and holding her legs open prevented it from happening. She kept running her tongue up and down and all over Lissa's pussy as her stepdaughter collapsed into a screaming orgasm. The girl's body shuddered almost violently, each wave of pleasure causing her to tense up and gasp. It lasted surprisingly long, as if trying to make up for all the missed opportunities between the women.Then finally, she relaxed, her knotted muscles loosening up, and her body falling back once more against the couch, exhausted and spent.
Allison rose up and smiled at her, then leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips, pressing their bodies together in a caring embrace. When they separated, they continued to gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.
"Oh god, Allison," Lissa smiled at her. "That was one of the most wonderful things I've ever experienced. All this time, I've been afraid of stepping over the line with you, because you mean so much to me, and I didn't want to make a mistake that could hurt our relationship. But now I see that this just makes me love you all the more."
"I'm glad," Allison replied, "because that's exactly the same way I feel about you."
"So Lissa," Alya said, "does this mean you're in love with Allison?"
Lissa glanced at her, then at her stepmother.
"I don't know..." she replied.
"It's all right if you are," Alya smiled. "I'm not jealous. Even if you two have a history, the fact that you chose me means you're in love with me even more."
"That's not in doubt," Lissa told her. "Alya, you'll always be the girl I love the most. But maybe I am in love with Allison too."
"It's okay," Allison told her with a smile. "You don't need to try to analyze it, or to make up your mind right away. It took your father and me years to admit that we were in love with each other. I know you love me, Lissa, but if it's just as a mother or as a friend, that's good enough for me."
"Of course you say that now that she's willing to have sex with you," Rachael commented, causing the others to laugh.
"Well, there is that," Allison conceded with a grin. "Besides, I might be in love with Lissa too. I'm not quite sure, but then, I've been in this position before with Greg, so it doesn't worry me too much." She climbed onto the couch and sat down next to Lissa, putting her arm over Lissa's shoulders to cuddle with her.
"Well, Allison, it looks like it's just down to the Williams girls," Rachael told her sister. "Take your pick."
Allison grinned. "You're not the only lesbian pedophile here," she replied. "I like young girls too. Crystal, would you mind?"
"Not a bit!" Crystal said.
"Well, this is a first," Kari laughed. "It's not often I get picked last. Not in sports, and certainly not in sex!"
"If it will make you feel better, you were my second choice," Jeff replied.
"Oh, now that makes me feel bad," said Allison teasingly. "I thought for sure I would have been second."
"Okay, let's not start putting the women in order," Greg insisted. "No good ever came of comparing women to each other. Without fail, you always end up making them all mad at you."
Everyone laughed at that.
Allison spread her legs to give access to Crystal, who seemed eager and enthusiastic. She knelt before the older woman, then brought her face down to Allison's crotch. She stuck out her tongue and ran it from the base of the slit all the way to the nub at the top. Allison shuddered at the contact, a glowing smile on her face.
Crystal's technique was quite different than Allison's. Where Allison had been loving, caring, almost worshipful, Crystal was instead playful. That was perfectly appropriate, of course. It fit her personality well. She teased Allison's outer lips with her tongue, using just the tip to limit the area of contact and focus the pleasure. She used quick, fleeting strokes that caused Allison to jump and gasp with each contact. She had been doing this to her girlfriend and her big sister long enough to become quite the expert, and the reactions she was causing in Allison's body showed it.
Jeff loved the sight of Allison's face in her aroused state. Of course, he loved her face anyway, but it was hard to imagine a sight more arousing than the most beautiful woman in the world in such a state of pleasure, especially when that pleasure came from another girl. Allison had a dreamy look in her eyes as she focused on nothing in particular, and her beautiful, tasty lips were open wide in a smile as she gasped in her breaths. He watched the rising and falling of her chest that really emphasized her gorgeous tits. He wanted to just reach out and fondle them right now.
Unfortunately, Rachael got there first. She stood behind the couch, leaning over her sister like some of the other girls had done to each other earlier, and slipped her hands down onto Allison's chest, running them over the woman's big, beautiful boobs. Allison let out a moan at the double pleasure.
Crystal's tongue flicked against Allison's now engorged clit, sending spasms of pleasure through the woman's body. Crystal giggled at the reaction and continued to do it, having fun causing Allison to jump like that.
With such expert attention to her pussy and breasts, she soon began gearing up for an orgasm. Her hips writhed in ecstasy beneath Crystal's ministrations, and her body pulsed with the waves of pleasure that wracked her. She let out a long, high-pitched wail as her orgasm washed over her, and Jeff thought that the mere sight of her in the throes of ecstasy was so erotic that it might bring on his own climax.
Crystal kept licking her, focusing specifically on her clit, until the pleasure dropped off and left the woman sighing in bliss on the couch, exhausted yet satisfied.
"My turn!" Kari grinned. The others laughed.
"You're kind of anxious, aren't you?" asked Rachael.
"That's because my baby sister has the sweetest, tastiest pussy in the whole world," Kari replied.
"I don't know," Lissa told her. "It's got to be hard to beat Alya's."
"Or Lissa's," Alya added.
"Remember, I've tasted all three," Kari told them. "Neither of you have tasted Crystal's."
"Not yet at least," replied Lissa.
"Ooh, I like the way your mind thinks," said Crystal. "I'd love to take you up on that offer later."
"Right now, it's all mine," insisted Kari. Lissa got up and let Crystal take her place on the couch, then Kari knelt in front of her. She didn't just lick the girl's pussy, but opened her mouth and covered her whole mound, as if literally trying to eat it.
Crystal squealed with excitement and pleasure as Kari worked her over. The older girl seemed particularly enthusiastic about this, showing just how much she enjoyed pleasuring her little sister.
From the motions of her mouth and cheeks, it was clear that she was both sucking on Crystal's pussy, as well as using her tongue to stimulate her at the same time. The stimulation was having its effect on the girl; her breathing grew heavier, her face was flushed, and her body squirmed, rocking her hips forward and back as if trying to fuck her sister's mouth. Her hands went unconsciously to her small, immature breasts and caressed them.
Seeing that, Brit went around behind the couch and slipped her hands down onto Crystal's chest the way Rachael had done to Allison. Now that she had someone else to do the job for her, she placed her own hands on the couch cushion beside her to steady herself.
Her breathing gradually turned to moans as the pleasure took over. Kari seemed encouraged by those sounds, as she picked up the pace. She took her mouth off of her sister's pussy, but only so that she could reach up with her fingers and pry the girl's lips apart. She then thrust her tongue inside, licking her all over. Crystal squealed at the new sensation, her hips rocking faster now.
Brit's hands went to the girl's nipples, and she rolled them between her fingers, causing more squeals and moans. She was lost in the pleasure now, incapable of doing anything but reacting unconsciously to the things that the girls were doing to her.
When Kari moved up a couple of inches and ran her tongue over Crystal's clit, it was too much. The girl cried out and tensed up, her body wracked by her explosive orgasm. Tremors ran through her body as she continued shrieking as waves of pleasure ran through her, pushing her over the edge.
Bit by bit, those waves diminished, and she came down from the heights, still gasping in her breaths and smiling giddily but now just collapsed in a heap on the couch.
"Delicious," Kari commented, licking her lips. "That's my second favorite food, next to Jeff's cum, of course."
"I'll be happy to serve your favorite food any time you want," he told her.
"Later. Right now, I'm going to serve you your favorite food. At least, it better be your favorite food."
"I don't know..." he teased. "It's hard to beat a nice lasagna with extra spicy Italian sausage."
She playfully slapped him on the shoulder. He gave her a kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and tasting the remnants of Crystal's juices. That little taste made him hungry for more, so he pulled back and helped Kari to her feet so that she could take Allison's place on the couch next to her sister.
Kari spread her legs, and Jeff got down on his knees, eager to taste her.
"You know," said Jeff, "I think I'm going to have to disagree with you, Kari."
"About what?" she asked.
"You have the sweetest and tastiest pussy in the world."
Kari giggled, and Jeff opened his mouth and let his tongue run up and down her slit.
From the moment his tongue touched her soft skin, he was addicted. He attacked her with fervor, running his tongue all over the area as if unable to decide what part of her he wanted to taste the most. Maybe that was true. The tender outer lips, the juicy pink flesh inside, the bump at the top that sent tremors through her body whenever he touched it, they all had their appeal. He wanted it all.
He remembered the first time he had performed cunnilingus on her. He had been hesitant, perhaps even a little disgusted at the thought.Sure, he enjoyed receiving oral sex from her, and she enjoyed giving it, but the thought of tasting her down there had seemed kind of gross at the time.
But his desire to make her feel good had overwhelmed his trepidation, so he had tried it. Now he was glad he had done it, because otherwise he would have missed out on so much. Sure, the thought that he was giving her such intense pleasure was one of the main joys of doing this, and he loved to see the reactions he caused in her body, but now that he had gotten used to it, he loved the taste and feel of it. He loved to run his tongue over her soft skin, to taste her juices, to toy with her clitoris. Sometimes he felt like he could just do this for hours.
Of course, Kari couldn't keep it up that long. Her body was reacting to him, growing hotter and moister and squirming with every breath she took. Jeff glanced up at her face, loving the look of intense pleasure there and knowing that he was the cause of it. She moaned loudly, not caring that everyone could hear her, or maybe even enjoying that fact. Sometimes her body jumped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, often when he brushed his tongue against her clit.
After several minutes, he sensed her body building up to her orgasm. He kept licking her all over, driving her insane with pleasure. Her moans began climbing the scale, building to a wail of pleasure as he drove her over the top. Jeff continued to torment her with his tongue, drawing out the climax for as long as it was physically possible for her body to continue in such intense pleasure. He flicked his tongue over and over again against her clit as if trying to keep her from ever coming down from that high.
It couldn't last forever though. Finally her body had had enough, and she slowly calmed down. The aftershocks of the climax continued to pound her, especially with Jeff still working on her pussy, but bit by bit they diminished until he left her panting and helpless on the couch, sapped of all her energy.
"So that's it," Lissa commented. "Everyone's had a turn."
"Yeah, but after getting all excited from eating out my girlfriend, I'm all ready for a second round," Jeff said.
"Don't worry," Kari told him weakly. "I've got another game in mind for this afternoon."
"I can hardly wait," he grinned. | 3 |
113,569 | Allison and the Primdales | He found it hard to sleep that night. The thought of what he had just about done with his daughter haunted him, causing nightmares when he slept and insomnia when he woke. What kind of a father was he, to almost seduce his daughter? The fact that she had been willing didn't make it any easier; in fact, it made him wonder where he had gone wrong in raising her. How had it come to this, that she actually agreed to have sex with him? But try as he might, he just couldn't point to any one mistake he had made that had set her on this path. There were dozens of little things, from fooling around with Lissa last summer, and letting Brit sleep in Jeff's bed, to more recent activities like letting the girls run around naked and watching Lissa bathe. If he had made a single mistake, he could live with that. But over and over again he had done things he shouldn't, and that made him a bad parent.
Worse still, he had enjoyed those little indiscretions. When he had walked in on Brit sunbathing topless, he should have made her put her clothes back on. The only reason he didn't was that he wanted to see her bare chest. When the girls all stripped their clothes off in the pool the other day, he realized now that if he had asserted himself, he could have made them get dressed, Allison's encouragement notwithstanding. Greg, the owner of this house, the breadwinner of this family, could have ended things at any time. If he had insisted, his children would have followed his rules, perhaps reluctantly but faithfully nonetheless.
Thank god he hadn't slipped up last night. Having Brit stroke his cock was bad enough, but it could have been much worse. What if he had gone through with it? What if he had fallen just that once? He could have ruined his daughter's life. Brit, his little angel, could have been hurt badly.
There was only one thing to do. He decided to have a talk with her. After breakfast that morning, he asked her to come into his bedroom to talk. He sat down in the chair in the corner and expected her to take the other one nearby, but instead she gaily skipped over to him and climbed into his lap.
This much, at least, was all right. Though she might decide to go swimming nude later, for now she still had her clothes on.
"Brit," he told her as he wrapped his arms tenderly around her. "I'm sorry about last night."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I nearly screwed up. Maybe I don't know where to draw the lines after all."
"It's okay, Daddy," she told him. "I love you. And I don't mind if you screw up."
"Well, maybe I shouldn't come visit you at night anymore. I think from now on I'm the one who needs to follow rules."
"If you think you need to, okay, but it really doesn't bother me if you want to visit me at night. Whatever you want to do with me, I'm happy to do it."
"But... sex?"
"Even that," she smiled. "I miss doing it with Jeff, and sometimes I feel like I'll go crazy if I don't get to experience it again."
"You will," he told her. "Some day. But for now I think it's best if you settle for taking care of your own needs."
"But--" she began, but he cut her off.
"You have to trust me on this, angel," he told her.
She sighed. "Okay. I trust you, Daddy. I don't like it, but I guess it will have to do."
"Good. I love you, Brit. More than you can possibly imagine."
"Yes I can imagine it, because I love you just as much."
He smiled, then gave her a kiss on the forehead, and suddenly everything was all right again.It was an opportunity too good to pass up.
"Sure," he shrugged, somehow managing to keep a casual tone to his voice. Allison rose from the couch, leaving Jeff and Kari alone. That probably wasn't the smartest idea, but he figured he would let Allen Williams do all the worrying about that particular relationship. Greg had enough worries of his own.
Greg and Allison made their way down the hall to the back door, where they descended the stairs to the pool deck, then crossed the lawn to the guest house. He was so eager to see what was going on that he was the first to reach it.
He opened the door and poked his head in, expecting to see the girls naked and taking pictures of each other. He was entirely unprepared, however, to see what was really going on in the room. Like he suspected, all three girls were nude, but that wasn't the shocking part. Brit sat on the couch with her legs spread, with Crystal kneeling in front of her with her face buried in Brit's crotch. Nearby, Rachael stood with the camera, snapping pictures. Greg stared wide-eyed at the three of them, his daughter especially. He didn't think he would ever forget that look of rapture on her face, her head thrown back against the back of the couch, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a wide smile as she gasped in her breaths. Her chest heaved with every breath, every lungful of air she took. He still wasn't used to his other daughter being a lesbian, and now, here was his angel, his little girl, receiving pleasure from the mouth of another girl.
He should put an end to it. He should storm in and demand an explanation. But seeing the three girls like that weakened his resolve. The sight was intensely erotic; how could he tell them to stop it when he wanted so much to see it to the end?
Behind him, Allison opened the door and took a peek in as well. "Oh my," she commented.
The three girls, surprised expressions on their faces, turned their attention to the two intruders.
"Daddy!" Brit exclaimed in horror. Crystal drew back from her task, and Rachael merely stared.
Greg and Allison stepped into the room, closing the door behind them. For the longest time, nobody said anything, as if nobody could believe what was happening. Greg and Allison hadn't expected to see Crystal eating out Brit, and the girls hadn't expected Brit's parents to walk in on them.
Greg was the first to break the silence. "What..." he began in a parched voice, then cleared his throat and began again. "What's going on here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" asked Crystal, her face slowly breaking out into a grin. "Rachael's photographing Brit and me having sex."
His jaw dropped open at her brazenness. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about it. Here she was, seducing his daughter right in front of him, and she had the audacity to be smug about it!
He didn't know what to do. Should he order them to put their clothes back on? Should he send Crystal home with the orders that she was never to see Brit again? Or should he take a less stern approach. After all, despite his anger he was also aroused at seeing the two girls go at it like that. There was something overwhelmingly erotic at seeing two young teenage girls engaged in lesbian sex, especially since one of them was his daughter.
"Greg dearest," Crystal said in that sweet and flirtatious voice that she had recently begun to use on him. "Don't be mad."
"It's no use flirting with me," Greg told her sternly.
"But wouldn't it be much more fun to join us than to get mad at us?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. "I'll make you feel really good, I promise."
"That's not funny."
"It's not a joke. I'm a good little cocksucker. Jeff says so, at least."
"Jeff..." he gasped.
"That's right," she smiled. "You didn't know, did you? It wasn't just Jeff and Kari, or Jeff and Brit. It was all four of us. We all made love to each other. Brit loves it when I eat her out. Your innocent little daughter is my little lesbian slut. And Jeff loves it when I suck all the sperm out of his dick. I'll bet you would love it too," she winked.
"Oh my god..." he croaked, his mouth going dry. This revelation was almost too much for him. He knew he should get angry, but he realized that instead of offending him, it got him excited. He felt his cock come to life inside his pants. Crystal glanced down at the bulge growing in his fly and giggled.
"Does that excite you, Greg dear?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck you off? Ever since the first time I saw your big fat cock, I've been dying to get it in my mouth. Every night when I play with myself in bed, I fantasize about you ramming your great big cock right down my throat. The thought of you filling my mouth with your hot cream gets me off every time. Drop your pants and let me know what it feels like for real."
"You can't hope for a better invitation than that," Rachael commented with a grin.
Greg expected that from Rachael, so he turned to Allison for some kind of support. "You can't be in favor of this," he said.
"As a matter of fact, I am," she smiled. "You're the one who told Brit she couldn't fuck her brother any more, so she's had to look for satisfaction elsewhere. As long as you stubbornly refuse to let her get back with Jeff, I don't see how you can be so cruel as to deny her this relationship with Crystal."
"But about Crystal wanting to... I mean... with me..."
"To tell you the truth, the thought of you receiving oral sex from a fourteen-year-old girl is kind of a turn-on. I want to watch you cum in that little girl's mouth."
"Oh god, really?" he asked, astonished. How was he supposed to stay strong when even his own wife wanted him to give in?
Without even rising to her feet, Crystal crawled over to him on her knees and reached out for his pants, placing her hand on the crotch. Greg jumped back, but not before she got a good feel of just how aroused he was.
"Ooh, nice and big," she grinned. "And so hard. Just the way I like it." She reached out again, and this time Greg hesitated. Part of him wanted desperately to end this before it started, to set things back to a sane and appropriate world, a world where daughters didn't have sex with their girlfriends, where little girls didn't offer to perform oral sex on older men, where wives didn't encourage their husbands to take them up on that offer. But most of him just wanted to drop his pants and shove his cock into Crystal's mouth.
As she reached for his belt buckle, he froze to his spot. It was a kind of compromise; he was neither rejecting her nor actively accepting her offer. It was not lost on him, however, that merely standing there was a kind of acceptance. He just couldn't bring himself to pull away again.
Once she had his belt unfastened, she unzipped his fly and spread it to reveal his boxers underneath. She grinned, slipping her hand onto the front and feeling the solid shaft underneath. Her fingers wrapped around it, giving it a squeeze through the fabric of his shorts and causing him both to gasp and to blush.
She licked her lips. As he gazed down at her, she lifted her eyes and met his, and in that moment he realized that she really planned to go through with it. He turned once more to Allison, hoping for some kind of help from her, but she just shrugged.
Crystal grabbed his pants and pulled them down. Without thinking, he stepped out of them, removing his shoes at the same time. Then she took the waistband of his shorts in her hand. With a quick tug, she dropped them to his feet, letting his cock spring free, mere inches from her face.
To his astonishment, Allison stepped behind him and lifted the bottom of his shirt up. Unconsciously, he lifted his arms, and a moment later he stood in front of everyone wearing only a pair of socks.
"Come over to the couch," said Crystal. She stood and took his hand, leading him dumbly across the room. Brit moved to the side to give him room to sit, but she didn't attempt to close her legs. He couldn't help but notice her beautiful young pussy, wet and swollen, laid out for his view. His throat went dry as he saw her hand slip between her legs to stroke herself there.
"Daddy," said Brit in a pleading voice. "I want you to put your arm over my shoulder."
It was a simple enough gesture, but just the thought of being in physical contact with his daughter while receiving oral pleasure from another girl drove him wild with lust. He happily obliged her, and she scooted in closer to cuddle with him.
Crystal knelt once more in front of him, then took a moment to remove his socks. She wrapped one of her hands around his cock and began to stroke it up and down. He groaned in pleasure at the sensation of this little girl beating him off.
"That is incredibly erotic," Allison commented from across the room. "You can't imagine how much that's turning me on."
Crystal leaned forward, but instead of taking his cock into her mouth, she gently blew on it. The stimulation sent a powerful shudder through his body, and he couldn't suppress a low wail that escaped his throat.
Suddenly, Crystal removed her hand from his cock, and he groaned in frustration. How could she torment him like that? "Greg dearest," she smiled. "Promise me you're not mad at Brit and me."
"Fine. I'm not mad."
But she wasn't finished yet. "Promise you'll let Brit and me keep having sex with each other as often as we want."
"Oh god..." he moaned. For such a young girl, she certainly was a devious little vixen.
"Promise," she insisted. He hated to give such a promise; it would mean forever forfeiting his right to tell Brit to stop engaging in such a perverse act. But how could he refuse Crystal?
"You know we're just going to do it behind your back if you don't agree," Crystal told him."Brit's pussy is so sweet and delicious, I could never give it up. And her lips are just made for sucking dick and eating pussy. Look over there and see just how absolutely adorable her mouth is. You can't tell me that if she were to suck you off that you wouldn't immediately get addicted to it. I love it when she shoves her tongue deep inside my cunt, fucking me with it almost as well as any cock."
Greg's mind was overloaded by these mental images. If she kept it up, he would likely have an orgasm just from the erotic images of his imagination.
"Promise me you'll let her tongue my pussy to orgasm whenever I want," Crystal insisted. "And that you'll let me do the same to her."
"Okay, I promise!" he exclaimed, his last vestiges of willpower breaking down. He would probably go to hell for that promise, but right now he felt like a few minutes with his cock in Crystal's mouth was worth an eternity of fire and brimstone.
"Then I guess you've earned your reward," she smiled, giving him a wink and then opening her mouth as she lowered her head. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it across the tip of his cock, and he gasped as pleasure shot like lightning through him. She was right; she very definitely knew how to give a man pleasure with her mouth. She tongued the head of his cock several more times, at first just brushing it across the tip but then running it all over. He watched in excitement as she scooped up the moisture leaking from the fissure with her tongue and then brought it back into her mouth to taste it.
"Delicious," she commented. "That makes a fine appetizer. But I can't wait for the main course."
"What about me?" asked Brit. "I'm so horny right now, I need someone to get me off. You took Crystal away from me, but maybe I can have Allison or Rachael take her place?"
"Or both?" Rachael grinned, and Brit nodded enthusiastically.
"Wait..." Greg stammered. He wasn't sure he liked where this was headed. He had already agreed to let Crystal be her lover, but to let his own wife seduce his daughter?
Crystal, however, knew he was in her power. She drew back from his cock and grinned, and he realized he could deny her nothing by this point.
"Promise you'll let Brit fuck any girl she wants," she said.
"Oh hell, fine. I promise," he groaned.
"Well then, I guess with your permission, I wouldn't mind a taste of that pussy myself," Allison said. The two older women approached the couch where Brit sat, then knelt down in front of her. She spread her legs extra wide so that they could lean in and pleasure her at the same time. Greg watched in fascination as Allison and Rachael both stuck their tongues out and touched them to her outer lips. Brit squealed with delight at the sensation. "Oh god yes!" she cried out.
The sight was almost too much for Greg to bear. His own daughter was getting orally stimulated by his wife and sister-in-law. There was something so perverse, so wrong about it, but also to incredibly erotic. Having a young teenage girl like Crystal do something similar to him at the same time multiplied the excitement.
He glanced down at her and saw her smiling up at him as she continued to run her tongue all over the head of his cock. Maybe she was just doing this to obligate him to keep his promise, but there was no faking that look of delight in her eyes. She was actually enjoying this!
Then she lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, bathing it with her saliva. He watched in intense fascination as she licked him all over, not missing a spot. Sometimes she just flicked her tongue against it, and sometimes she tilted her head and wrapped her tongue around the shaft. She also kissed it all over, worshipping it with her mouth. Her free hand cupped his balls, gently rolling them between her fingers.
He was in heaven. Maybe at one time he had had his doubts, but right now he just wanted Crystal to continue. He wanted to feel her mouth engulf him, the suction of her lips as she coaxed the cum from his cock, the moist softness of her tongue teasing him even inside her mouth, the glorious ecstasy as he shot his load straight down her throat. And it looked like she was going to give him just what he wanted. How could have have ever considered refusing such a gift?
When she finally opened her mouth and slipped his cock inside, he sighed from much needed relief. Her hot, wet mouth seemed like it was meant for his cock, perfectly shaped to take it in and eager to please him.
Then came the suction that he had been fantasizing about, and he lost all control of himself. His body squirmed all over the couch, his hips rocking forward as if trying to spear Crystal's throat. Fortunately she kept her hand on the base, or he probably would have shoved it in too deep.
He glanced over at the action next to him, with Allison and Rachael pleasuring his daughter in much the same way. They had brought their hands in to spread her lips, and were running their tongues all over the pink tissue beneath. Allison focused on her exposed clit up top while Rachael drove her tongue deep into the opening.
Brit's body was squirming around every bit as much as his own. Her spread legs overlapped his own, and he could feel the tremors running through her body as the women drove her into a frenzy of lust and desire. It was still hard for him to imagine Brit as a lesbian, even seeing it right in front of him. But she seemed to have no problem receiving such intense pleasure from other women, not that he could really blame her. He had a feeling that if he were a woman, Allison and Rachael would be tempting enough to convert him instantly. Hell, every time Allison walked down the street she probably gave half the straight women around her at least a fleeting thought of switching over.
Rachael then began to move up her body. She kissed her all over her flat stomach, even teasing her a bit by thrusting her tongue momentarily into her navel, causing the girl to break out in a fit of giggles. Then Rachael moved higher, up toward her chest and the twin mounds there. She kissed the underside of one of her breasts, moving slowly toward the nipple. When she reached her destination, she ran her tongue all over it. Brit squealed in excitement from the sensation. Rachael didn't neglect the other breast, but reached out with her hand and traced around the nipple with her finger. She let her finger mimic the motion of her tongue, twin stimulations that soon had Brit gasping in her breaths.
Taking advantage of her sister's absence down below, Allison scooted over to a more central position. Brit lifted her legs and threw them over Allison's shoulder, her knees still spread wide but her feet crossing on top of Allison's shoulder blades. Allison's tongue probed into the depths of the girl's pussy, lapping up the moisture that by now was almost dripping from the girl's excitement.
Greg was just as excited. Crystal worked him over skilfully with her mouth, not only sucking him hard but also using her tongue to stimulate him inside her mouth. She alternated between different motions, sometimes taking as much in her mouth as she could manage, but sometimes pulling back so only the head remained between her lips, giving her the opportunity to run her tongue all over the tip. That felt particularly good, and every time she did it, he nearly climaxed right there from the pleasure. It was an almost ticklish sensation, enough to make him squirm all over the couch and moan loudly. But each time he felt the pleasure building, she somehow sensed it, and backed off and let him calm down. She was almost sadistic in denying him relief; perhaps it was an extension of her teasing. Even now that she had taken it beyond flirting and was actually fulfilling the fantasy that she had created within him, she still made it playful and torturous; but what exquisite torture it was!
Perhaps she enjoyed the power she wielded over him. Maybe she liked the thought of being able to control a grown man. Certainly he hadn't shown himself to be anything more than her slave today. She could have asked him to promise anything, and he would have done so gladly. She knew it, and had taken advantage of it.
Next to him, he could hear Brit's moaning quickly rising in pitch, mimicking the spike of the pleasure that he realized she must be experiencing. His own daughter was about to have an orgasm, right in front of him!
Allison attacked her pussy viciously, her tongue mercilessly slapping against the girl's clit. Brit's legs suddenly snapped shut on her stepmother's head, but from his vantage point he could tell that it didn't bother her; she continued to lap at Brit's cunt. Brit closed her eyes and threw her head back, her hips lifting off the couch as her body tensed up in climax. He heard her scream in ecstasy, pushed over the edge by Allison's skillful use of her mouth.
He was just about there himself. With the visual stimulation of four gorgeous naked women surrounding him, the sound of his lovely daughter's orgasm from her lesbian lovers, and the feel of Crystal's mouth sucking him hard as if trying to draw his cum out through sheer force of will, it wasn't long before he felt the rising pleasure that signaled his impending climax. He threw his head back, his body beginning to tighten up.
Then he felt a new sensation on the base of his cock. He glanced down and saw to his astonishment that Brit had reached over and grabbed him there. She started jerking him off rapidly even with him buried inside Crystal's mouth.
That did it. He erupted with one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced.He could feel the cum surging up his cock, and realized that with such an explosive orgasm, no doubt Brit could feel it too. That thought made it all the more intense, and a moment later he released into Crystal's mouth. Her eyes lit up with delight at the first spurt, which she swallowed down quickly in anticipation of the next. Over and over again his cock twitched, sending more and more of his cum into Crystal's hungry mouth. He watched with delight the contractions of her throat as she swallowed everything he gave her. There was no doubt about it; she actually enjoyed getting him off with her mouth.
Exhausted and even dizzy from the intensity of the orgasm, he closed his eyes and panted, his head thrown back against the top of the couch. He was too weak even to move.
Then he felt a shifting of the weight next to him, and a moment later a delightfully soft and warm body against him. He glanced down and realized that Brit had climbed onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him in a tender embrace, laying her head against his chest and smiling happily.
For about the millionth time that day, he didn't know what to do. He could feel her torso, especially her breasts, pressing against him. But he just couldn't bring himself to push her off of him. Instead he just lay there and let himself enjoy it. Maybe he would have to have another talk with her later, but for now, he was perfectly happy to feel her hot young body against him. | 3 |
113,572 | Allison and the Primdales | He drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed like an eternity. His head throbbed in pain as images swam around him. He saw Brit's face, as white as a ghost, then Allison's and Rachael's, then a few faces he didn't recognize, and finally his father's.
When he awoke, he immediately recognized his surroundings as a hospital room. His family stood around his bed, staring at him with worry. Brit's eyes were swollen and red; obviously she had been crying. Allison held his hand in her own.
A man whom Jeff assumed was the doctor approached him.
"Hello, Jeff," he greeted. "How are you feeling?"
"Just fine," Jeff replied. "Although I'm a little concerned that I'm lying here in a hospital bed. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that means I'm not exactly in perfect health at the moment," he laughed.
His family noticeably relaxed, the worry in their faces turned to relief. Brit rubbed the tears from her eyes as the color returned to her face.
"And how much do you remember about what happened?" asked the doctor.
"I remember the railing breaking and Brit falling. I caught her, and then that's the last thing I remember."
"When you caught your sister, it knocked you over," his father explained. "You hit your head on the side of the stairs. You were out cold for a couple of hours. We were all worried about you. Britney was just about in hysterics for a while. I knew it was only a matter of time before that railing gave out. I should have fixed it a long time ago. I'm just glad you were there to catch your sister."
"So how long do I have to live, doc?" Jeff grinned.
"Oh, you're going to be just fine. You've suffered a rather severe concussion, that's all."
"Severe?" asked Allison.
"Yes. You were unconscious for an unusually long time, Jeff, but the fact that you're awake now and in good spirits is a very good sign. I don't think there's going to be any permanent harm, but just in case, I'd like to keep you here overnight for observations. Tomorrow morning we'll run a CT scan, and then if there are no indications that you're going to get worse, you can go home."
"Thank you so much," said Greg.
"Now, there are going to be some symptoms that may show themselves over the next few weeks. For the next day or so, you should stay in bed as much as possible. Also, because of the severity of this concussion and the length of time you were unconscious, there's a good chance that you'll experience what's called Postconcussion Syndrome. That's just a big, scary term that means headaches and/or dizziness after a head injury. They should go away on their own eventually, but in the mean time, you need to know what to expect. You may have episodes of fatigue or acute sensitivity to light or sound. If any of those happen, just lie down until they pass. It's all right to take acetaminophen or ibuprofen to take the edge off of the pain, but you'll just have to let the headaches pass on their own, say in about fifteen or twenty minutes."
He then turned his attention to Greg and Allison. "If he falls asleep during these episodes, he's liable to sleep very soundly. You'll find it a little difficult to wake him during these times, so I suggest not even trying. Just let him sleep; that's just his body going into an intensive repair mode. Give him about two hours, then if he doesn't wake on his own and you can't wake him yourself, call the hospital right away. Normally we suggest not leaving him alone for twenty-four hours, even when he sleeps, just in case there are any more severe symptoms. Because of the severity of this concussion and the high probability of headaches and dizziness, I'm going to suggest we extend that to a month." Then to Jeff, he added, "During that time, try to avoid any activities where you could suffer another head injury, such as contact sports. Back-to-back concussions like that have a high risk of developing long-term problems. And don't go swimming because of the chance you could faint and drown."
"You said a month?" asked Greg.
"Yes. I'd like to see him again in a month. By that time, he should be all better. If not, we'll have to make plans for some more extensive tests. So are there any questions?"
"Jeff?" asked Greg.
"What should I do at school if I start feeling dizzy?"
"I'll write you a note that explains everything," said the doctor. "You can give it to your teachers and the school nurse. If you start getting headaches or feeling dizzy, have someone take you to the nurse right away. Really all you need is a place to lie down for a while."
"I'll call Kari as soon as we get home," suggested Allison. "She can look after you while you're at school, and the rest of us can look after you when you're at home."
"All right," said the doctor. "If there are no more questions, I'll leave you with your family. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Jeff." He turned and left the room.
"Well, Jeff," said Greg. "I'm very proud of you. You've grown up so much in the last few days, it's amazing. A week ago you were still fighting with your sister, and now you've saved her life."
"To tell you the truth, I haven't really grown up all that much. If this had happened a week ago, I would have done exactly the same thing."
"Really?" asked Brit.
"I've always loved you, Brit. Just because I haven't shown it doesn't mean it's not true."
"I love you too Jeff," she said with a grin of delight.
"I think it's wonderful that you love each other so much," said Rachael. "I never had a brother, but if I did I would want him to be just like you, Jeff."
"If I had a brother I'd want him to be just like Jeff too," Brit giggled.
"Last I checked, he is your brother," Greg told her with an amused smile.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Then my wish came true!"
"Brit, did anyone ever tell you you're adorable?" Rachael asked her.
"Dang. I was going for 'horrifying.'"
"No, that was last week," Jeff said, and she stuck her tongue out at him. It was good to see her in better spirits. He hated to see her cry, and not just because that would end some of his privileges. Actually, now that he thought about it, this probably didn't count, because it wasn't because he was being mean to her.
"Jeff, if you don't mind, we didn't get to eat dinner yet," his dad said. "So we're going to run over and pick up some hamburgers or something. We'll get you one too. But we'll be right back."
"That's fine," he replied.
"Can I stay with Jeff?" asked Brit. "Just pick me up something and bring it back."
"I think that's all right," Greg told her. "As long as you two both promise not to fight."
"We promise," they both said together.
Allison released his hand, and Brit immediately snatched it up. As the adults left the room, Brit sat down in the chair that Allison had occupied.
Jeff lay back on the pillow and just stared at her for a few minutes. She stared back, a smile of adoration on her face. She was so lovely, and once again she reminded him of an angel, just like their dad called her. It made him feel good to know that she loved him.
It also felt nice to be holding her hand like that. It was just a simple gesture, but he enjoyed those little affectionate things she did that told him how much she cared for him. He was glad she was his sister.
"Thank you, Jeff," she said after a few minutes.
"For what?"
"For saving my life, silly," she said. "I know a simple thank you can't possibly cover what you did for me--"
"No it doesn't," he replied. "But seeing that smile on your face does."
"You're so sweet, Jeff," she said, leaning in and hugging him. "I don't know what I'd ever do without a brother like you."
"I'm just trying to make up for all those times I made you mad."
"You've already made up for them."
"Don't say that, because then I don't have any reason to keep trying."
Brit giggled. "So now you can start working on getting ahead."
"That's a good idea, as long as you do the same for me."
"You saved my life. I owe you so much already that I'll never catch up."
"Well, let's not worry about who owes whom. Let's just agree to be nice to each other."
"Just be nice?"
"I don't mean just to not fight. I mean, be really nice to each other. You know, look for opportunities to make each other happy."
"I like that. You're already the best brother in the whole world, so I'll just have to try to be the best sister in the whole world."
"You already are," he told her.
"You're just saying that."
"No I'm not. These past few days have been absolutely wonderful, all because of you. I love having you as a sister."
"Thanks," she said, blushing.
Jeff began to feel a little dizzy, so he closed his eyes and lay his head back on the pillow.
"Are you all right, Jeff?" asked Brit with a tinge of worry in her voice."I'm fine. Just the first of my dizzy spells."
"Do you want me to call the nurse?"
"No. Stay here with me. Just keep holding my hand. It will pass in a minute."
As it turned out, it was about twenty minutes before he could open his eyes without the room spinning. Tears had returned to Brit's eyes as she watched him.
"It's all right," he told her. "You really don't have to worry about me."
"But I do worry."
"I know, and I appreciate it."
"I wish you didn't have to stay here all night."
"Me too. But I'll see you tomorrow."
"Not until after school. That's a long way away."
"A week ago you would have said it was too short a time to be away from me."
"That was before you saved my life."
He smiled. It really did feel good to have this beautiful little girl looking up to him as her hero.
A few minutes later the rest of the family returned with dinner. It was just hamburgers and fries, but it really didn't matter; the company was the important thing. They all sat around eating and talking.
All too soon they had to leave. Brit didn't want to go and protested strongly. However, visiting hours were over, and they had to get home to bed. They said their goodbyes and left him there, Allison and Rachael promising they would come to get him the next day.
In the morning, the doctor came in to see him again. Jeff reported his dizzy spell the night before, but the doctor didn't think that was any reason to keep him another day. He checked his pulse and heart rate, shone a light in his eyes to check for pupil dilation, then ran half a dozen other tests on him. Then an orderly came in to take him to the radiology department for his CT scan.
The procedure was surprisingly painless. He just had to lie very still on a table with a glowing machine over his head for a couple of minutes, then it was all over. They brought him back to his room, where he found his whole family waiting for him.
Greg explained that he had taken off half a day from work in case Jeff needed him, and Brit had stubbornly refused to go to school until Jeff came home. As a compromise, they had promised to pick her up at the junior high when they came to get him.
They made another appointment for the next month, then headed out of the hospital to the van. Jeff sat in the back between Brit and Rachael.
"So I was thinking," Greg commented as they drove home from the hospital. "The doctor said you shouldn't be left alone when you sleep, so maybe we should have you sleep on the couch. Allison and I could take turns sleeping in a chair."
"For a whole month?" asked Allison. "I don't mind doing it for Jeff's sake, but I would hate for him to have to sleep on the couch that whole time."
"Can you think of a better option?"
"I can," said Brit. "Why don't I sleep in Jeff's room?"
Greg glanced at Allison, then back at Brit. "No, dear," he said. "You're too young. He needs someone older to be with him."
"For what? It's just in case something bad happens, just like the doctor said. If it did, all I would have to do is come and get you."
"She has a point," Allison mentioned. "She really wouldn't have to do much at all."
"But Jeff's room is too messy to put a sleeping bag down."
"Oh, daddy," Brit laughed. "I could just sleep in his bed. I've done it before, remember."
Once more Greg glanced at Allison, as if seeking for some confirmation, but Allison merely shrugged.
"Jeff, you wouldn't mind?" asked Greg.
Jeff didn't want to sound too eager, though he was certainly pleased with the idea. "As long as she behaves herself," he said. "The last thing I need is to get into a fight with her."
"Brit, do you promise you'll be nice to your brother?" asked Allison.
"I promise," she smiled. "I'll be very very very nice to him."
"What about when he takes his shower in the morning?" asked Allison. "I know it's only ten minutes or so, but the doc said he's not supposed to be alone."
"I'll stay with him," Brit enthusiastically offered.
"Shut up!" Jeff exclaimed, hoping to sound disgusted. In fact, he felt just the opposite; if it weren't for the fact that his dad would never go for the idea, Jeff would love nothing more than to have Brit there with him. Especially if she were willing to get into the shower with him...
"That's something I hadn't thought of," Greg said. "I suppose I'm really the only appropriate person in this family to be with him."
That certainly didn't sound amusing. Jeff hoped another arrangement could be made.
Allison came to his rescue. "But you need to get ready to go to work in the mornings," she told Greg. "You don't have time to watch him."
"But it wouldn't be right for you or Brit to be with him."
"I don't think he has to have someone right in the room," said Allison. "I could wait in his bedroom, and as long as he keeps the door unlocked, he could give me a yell if he needs me. Besides, it's only for a few minutes a day. What are the chances of him having an episode during that time?"
"I suppose... I suppose that would be all right," Greg said. "What do you think, Jeff?"
"That's fine," he shrugged, trying not to show his enthusiasm for the idea and at the same time wondering if he could fake a headache one of these days and get Allison to come in and help him. But it was just a fantasy; he would never do something like that.
"All right," Greg agreed. "Now, there are a couple of other matters that need to be resolved. Obviously, I don't want you driving until you clear it with the doctor."
"That makes sense," Jeff replied.
"If you want, I'll drive you to school in the morning," Allison offered. "You too, Brit. That way you won't have to take the bus."
"Okay," both kids agreed enthusiastically.
"The other thing I was thinking," said Greg, "is that I'm not sure if we should be going camping with Jeff like he is."
"Don't you dare cancel the camping trip on my account," Jeff protested. "I'll be fine, I promise."
"But we'll be--"
"No more than half an hour from the nearest town," he interrupted. "I'll bet an ambulance could make it in twenty minutes if we need one, not that there's even a chance that we will."
"Oh, I'm not worried about that. I just don't think it's going to do you any good to be sleeping on the hard ground, even with a foam mattress under your sleeping bag."
"We're not going to be hiking in anywhere this time. We'll have the van right there. If it looks like it's going to be an issue, we can put the seat down in the back and I can sleep there. Remember that road trip we took a few years ago? That seat makes a really comfortable bed."
"I agree with Jeff," said Allison. "I'm really looking forward to this camping trip. I think he can survive two nights outdoors, even with his headache."
Greg nodded. "All right Jeff, if you think you're up for it, we'll stick to the plan. So that just leaves one more thing to discuss. Next weekend when we take Rachael back home, we need to make sure not to leave you alone."
"What did you have in mind, dear?" asked Allison.
"I was just wondering if we could take them over to Allen Williams' house while we're gone."
"But I already promised the volleyball team they could come over and practice," Jeff insisted. "They're counting on it."
"I know, but under the circumstances..."
"What circumstances? Almost all of them can drive, so they can take me to the hospital if they need to. And one of them, Shelly, worked as a lifeguard during the summer. She's taken about a dozen first aid classes. I really don't think there will be any problem."
"But maybe you should have an adult with you."
"Why? Shelly could do more than any adult could, even Allen Williams."
Greg considered. "That's a good point. But that's just Saturday. What about the rest of the time?"
"I'll take care of him," Brit offered.
"That's sweet of you, but I think we need someone older--"
"Everyone keeps saying I'm not old enough!" Brit exclaimed. "How can I prove myself if you won't give me a chance?"
"Do you know what to do if Jeff has a headache or a dizzy spell?"
"Sure. I help him lie down somewhere, get him some headache medicine, and wait it out. I heard what the doctor said, just like you."
"And what happens if he has worse symptoms? What if you need to drive him to the hospital?"
"You were planning to have us stay at Kari's and Crystal's house anyway, so I'll talk to Crystal today at school and have her ask her dad if he'll make himself available to call in case we need an adult. And if worse comes to worst, I can always call for an ambulance. I'll write down the phone numbers I need and stick them to the refrigerator."
Greg laughed. "You know, I think you're a lot smarter than I've been giving you credit for. All right, we'll stick to the original plan. As long as you both promise you won't leave the house."
"What about outside by the volleyball court?" asked Jeff.
"That's fine, as long as you're on the grounds."
"Okay then, I promise."
"Me too," said Brit.
He spent the rest of the morning lying on the couch as Allison and Rachael fawned over him. Greg dropped Brit off at school and returned to work, leaving him alone with his stepmother and aunt, which didn't bother him in the least. The concussion had sapped his energy, so he didn't have the strength to take advantage of Rachael's presence, not that he would have much opportunity to do anything with Allison there anyway.
At one point Rachael suggested that he turn over onto his stomach so she could rub his back, and he readily agreed. That was at least innocent enough that Allison wouldn't argue. He lay there for a long time as she ran her hands all over him.Even when his stepmother came into the room, she said nothing about it, so Rachael continued the massage. In fact, Allison even took over for a bit, to his delight. It was so relaxing that he fell asleep five minutes later.
When he awoke, he was lying on Greg's and Allison's bed, with Rachael there beside him, one of her arms flung over him. She flashed him a charming smile, and he smiled back weakly.
"We couldn't wake you," she explained. "We figured it would be better for you to be in bed, and we didn't dare try to take you upstairs. Allison's fixing lunch so she left me to watch you."
"While I appreciate the company, I fail to see how being in the bed with me offers any benefit over sitting in a chair or something," he said.
"Maybe it doesn't benefit you," she grinned.
Allison then appeared in the doorway carrying a tray of food. "Okay Rachael, stop trying to seduce my stepson," she said, though in an amused rather than angry tone. "I'm sure he's not feeling good today." She set the tray down on the desk in the corner.
"That's the whole point of seducing him," Rachael replied. "To make him feel good."
Allison rolled her eyes. "Not today, Rachael," she said.
"Okay. Jeff, you don't mind if I seduce you tomorrow, do you?"
"Not a bit," he grinned.
"Don't encourage her," Allison laughed.
"It's not his fault," Rachael insisted. "His very presence encourages me."
"Rachael, I really don't think he's up for this."
"Let's find out if he's up," she said, sliding her hand down to his crotch.
Allison grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "That's not funny," she said.
"Come on, Allison. Don't be jealous. I'm willing to share."
"It's not about sharing," Allison said. "It's about not doing anything to exacerbate his condition."
"What do you have against exacerbation? I exacerbated last night. Several times, in fact."
"You really are too much, you know that, Rachael?" Allison laughed. "I think it's dangerous to leave you alone with Jeff."
"Then don't. You can join right in if you want."
Allison sighed. "You win," she said, then climbed up onto the bed and lay down on Jeff's other side.
"Allison, what are you doing?" Jeff asked, astonished.
"Not what you're thinking," she replied with a laugh. "I'm just staying with you to keep Rachael from getting too friendly."
"But... why are you getting in bed?"
"It's my bed."
"Good point."
"Actually, the truth is that I couldn't sleep at all last night."
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"Because I was worried about you, of course."
"You were worried about me?" he asked.
"Of course, Jeff. You're my stepson, and I care about you." She reached up and began to stroke his cheek. "Every member of this family is dear to me, and I hate to see them hurt. Although admittedly, if it was a choice between you getting hurt like this or you not catching Brit..."
"Oh, so you like Brit more than me, do you?" he teased.
"No, of course not! It's just that that fall could have killed her."
"I know what you meant," he grinned.
"So my point is, after being up all night with worry, I think I deserve a nap. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course I don't mind," he smiled.
"What kind of a man would he be if he minded two gorgeous women lying next to him?" Rachael said.
"Pay no attention to her," Allison told him. "Just relax. If you want to go to sleep again, that's fine. That's what I plan to do."
"Stay awake, Jeff!" Rachael whispered, deliberately loud enough that her sister could hear. "When she falls asleep, we'll have our chance."
"Maybe I'm not so sleepy after all," Allison said, and Jeff laughed.
"Thanks, you two," he said.
"For what?" asked Allison.
"For making it fun."
"It's not really my definition of fun," Rachael said, "but I guess it will do." She leaned in and lay her head down on Jeff's chest. "That feels nice," she sighed. "No wonder Brit..."
"No wonder Brit what?" he asked.
"No wonder she wants to sleep in your bed this month. I'm jealous."
"Knock it off, Rachael," said Allison.
"Hey, you would be saying the same thing if you knew how good this feels. Come here, Allison." She reached out with her hand and grabbed her sister by the arm.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Allison replied.
"Oh, don't be so shy."
"Shy? Now that's a first. I've never been called shy before."
"Compared to me?"
"Good point."
"Anyway, just try it. I'm sure you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will too. That's the problem."
"Come on. Just this once."
Allison glanced at Jeff, who gave her an encouraging smile. "Oh, all right," she said, then scooted in and lay her head on the opposite side of his chest. Allison and Rachael were almost nose-to-nose, and Jeff felt thrilled to have both of them lying there beside him. He slid his arms around them both. Surprisingly, Allison didn't try to stop him.
"See? Now isn't that nice?" asked Rachael.
"Very nice," her sister replied.
"What about you, Jeff?"
"Wonderful," he said.
"So now you can't say I've never done anything nice for you," Rachael grinned.
"I haven't been able to say that since that night you first babysat me," he replied, and the three of them broke out into laughs.
Allison closed her eyes. "You don't mind if I go to sleep like this, do you?"
"Not at all."
"Me too?" asked Rachael.
"Don't tell me you were up all night with worry for me too."
"No, I told you, I was exacerbating all night," she grinned.
Jeff laughed, then relaxed and closed his eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn't get back to sleep, but that didn't bother him a bit. With the two girls there in his arms, he was more than content just to lie there and bask in the warmth and softness of their bodies. He especially enjoyed Allison lying there. In a way, by taking a physically inferior position she was symbolically elevating him to her level, or perhaps lowering herself to his. He had always worshipped her as someone far beyond his reach in beauty, intelligence, and charm. Yet here she was, lying here in his arms, treating him at the very least as an equal.
He lay there awake a full two hours, though it seemed like only a few minutes. Then Allison awoke, and upon seeing where she was and who she was with, kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush. She didn't make a big deal out of his embarrassment, but simply thanked him. Then she gently nudged Rachael awake. Rachael yawned and stretched seductively (everything she did was seductive), then grudgingly climbed out of the bed.
"Oops," said Allison, spying the tray of food she had left on the desk. "I came in here to bring you lunch, but I guess I got a little sidetracked."
"I have the same problem whenever I'm around Jeff," said Rachael.
The three of them ate a late lunch, then they headed back out to the front room where Jeff could lie on the couch and watch television. He was still lying there in that position when Brit came home from school. The first thing she did was run over to him and hug him.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Fine," he replied. "I took a long nap this morning, but so far I haven't had any headaches or dizziness."
"I hope it stays that way," she said.
"Me too."
The phone rang, and Allison answered it. It was Kari, wondering why Jeff hadn't been at school that day. Allison explained the situation to her, and asked if she wouldn't mind watching out for Jeff at school the next few weeks, to which she readily agreed.
Allison brought the phone over to Jeff so that he could talk to her for a minute, and he assured her that he was feeling fine. They talked for about twenty minutes, then Kari said she had to go. Jeff said he would probably be back at school tomorrow, so he would talk to her again then. He handed the phone back to Allison, who put it back.
For the rest of the afternoon, Brit refused to leave his side, but sat there on the floor next to him until their father came home from work and Allison called them all in to dinner. She asked if Jeff was up for eating at the dining room table, and he said that would be fine.
With Jeff mostly back to normal, the atmosphere in the house was much lighter than it had been in the hospital. The worry was gone from everyone's faces, and they laughed and joked like usual. The only difference was that Jeff didn't have much energy, so he simply smiled or chuckled weakly where before he would have been laughing as loudly as everyone else.
He returned to the living room to continue to watch television for a couple of hours, lacking the strength to do anything else. At about eight, he said he was tired enough that he wanted to go to bed early.
"Come on, Greg," said Allison. "Let's escort him upstairs to make sure he makes it up there all right."
"Me too," said Brit, hopping up off of the floor.
"Just a minute," said Greg. He headed down the hall to his room for a second, then into the kitchen. When he returned, he carried a glass of water and a bottle of pills.
"Let's keep these in Jeff's room for the next month," he suggested.
The four of them made their way up the stairs. Jeff was able to climb them on his own, though in his weakened condition it was a little harder than usual. At the top of the stairs, Brit glanced over at the broken railing, then shuddered and took his hand.
Once they reached his room, she said she might as well change into her pajamas too so she wouldn't have to later, so she headed down the hall to her own room while Greg and Allison accompanied Jeff into his.
He changed into a tee-shirt and sweat pants in the bathroom, then headed back into his bedroom. He was just about to climb into bed when the worst headache he had ever felt pounded through his head.He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes tightly. He stumbled, but fortunately, he was already at his destination, so when he fell to his knees, the upper half of his body ended up on the bed.
"Jeff!" Allison exclaimed in fright.
He kept his eyes closed tightly as he moaned in pain and writhed around. Allison hurried over and helped him the rest of the way onto his bed, while Greg opened the bottle of pills and poured four of them out into his hand. Allison helped Jeff into a sitting position as Greg brought the medicine and glass of water over to him. Jeff took them and swallowed all four of them with a single gulp from the glass.
"Are you going to be all right?" his dad asked, worried.
"It sure doesn't feel like it," he mumbled, although the pain was beginning to lessen. He lay back once again on the bed.
"The doctor said it should last only fifteen or twenty minutes," Greg told him.
"I know. I just hope I survive that long." He put his hands to his head and gritted his teeth.
As Jeff moaned in pain, Greg and Allison sat nearby, feeling helpless. Allison even had tears in her eyes. Neither of them liked to see Jeff in pain.
Brit entered the room, wearing a cute little set of light blue pajamas. As soon as she saw Jeff there moaning, her eyes filled with worry. "What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"He's just got a headache," Allison told her. "He'll be all right once it passes. I just wish there was something we could do."
"Do you mind if I try?" asked Brit.
"What could you do that we haven't already tried?" Greg asked her.
"I can't do anything about the pain, but I think I can at least get him in a better mood."
"All right, dear. Do what you can."
Brit moved over to the bed. "Jeff, I have a secret to tell you," she said. He opened his eyes and forced a weak smile. Brit leaned over and put her mouth up next to his ear, but instead of whispering anything, she suddenly nibbled on his earlobe.
Jeff burst out laughing. He grabbed her and pulled her over on top of him, and she gave a startled squeak. He hugged her tightly to him, grinning.
"I don't believe it," Greg breathed, astonished.
"But what about your headache?" asked Allison.
"It still hurts," he replied, "but Brit's made it feel a lot better. Brit, you should be a doctor when you grow up," he joked.
"Except that I wouldn't like to use my special treatment on too many people," she replied. "Only on ones who have earlobes that taste as good as yours."
They all laughed at that, and Greg's and Allison's expressions of worry turned to relief.
"I'll be all right now," said Jeff, "if Brit doesn't mind staying here with me for a while."
"I don't mind at all," said Brit. "I want to make you feel better."
Allison put a hand on Greg's arm. "I think he's going to be all right now," she said. "Since it's getting close to bedtime, we might as well leave them alone now and let them sleep."
"Are you sure?" Greg asked.
"Yes, dear. Brit will come get us if he needs anything, won't you Brit?"
"Of course. But don't worry. I'll take care of my big brother."
With that, Greg and Allison left the room and headed downstairs.
"So Jeff," said Brit, "how bad does it hurt?"
"Nowhere near as bad as it did before you came in," he replied, and she beamed at the compliment.
"Thank you, Jeff," she grinned, hugging him.
"For what?" he asked.
"For letting me know that you like me to take care of you when you're in pain."
"I like you to take care of me any time."
"Really?"
"Really. Maybe I didn't before, but now I do."
She cuddled up next to him, and he wrapped one of his arms around her. It felt so nice that despite the headache, he had a smile on his face.
Brit was asleep by the time his headache passed, but he remembered that there was something he had to say to her anyway.
"I love you. Good night," he whispered, then closed his eyes and fell asleep himself.
The first thing he noticed when he woke up in the morning was Allison leaning over him. Somehow during the night, he had rolled over and now lay with his head on Brit's chest. Her warm body against his cheek felt amazingly good, even through the cloth of her pajamas. She was stroking his hair the same way he had stroked hers before.
"How are you feeling, Jeff?" asked Allison.
"Much better," he mumbled. In truth, he felt so relaxed that he didn't want to get up.
She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "Are you going to be well enough to go to school today?" she asked.
"I think so," he replied.
"All right. Brit, go ahead and take your shower first. Let Jeff rest a little longer."
"But I want to stay with him!" she whined.
"I know you do, dear. I know how much you love your big brother. But you have to go to school too. Besides, I need to talk to him alone for a minute."
Jeff rolled over onto his back, and Brit climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once she disappeared through the door and closed it behind her, Allison took Jeff's hand. He had to admit, even something that simple felt good with Allison.
"You're amazing, Jeff," she said.
"What? Why?" he asked.
"This is the second time you've saved Brit's life. I'm beginning to think you're her guardian angel."
Jeff felt a little guilty; the first instance had been a fabrication. But she was still half right, so he smiled at the compliment.
"I mean it, Jeff," she continued. "You're very brave, and you're so good to your sister. I know you love her deeply, even if you didn't show it much before. Now I think that your love is starting to mature."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Just that you two seem to be getting along a lot better now. Brit really adores you, you know that? She's a really special girl, and now she has a wonderful older brother to look after her. Things have changed between you, but I want you to know that it's for the better. Don't ever second-guess it, okay?"
He still wasn't sure what she meant, but he agreed. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead again. | 3 |
113,632 | The Maintenance Man, Part One | Harold cringed when he saw the handicap shopping cart parked on the lawn of building 22. He started to ask himself why they had to do this, but he already knew the answer; these people were savages. Instead, he just sucked it up and started pushing the heavy, electric contraption towards his workshop. As always, the battery was dead, and he'd have to recharge it before being able to drive it back to the grocery store that fronted the apartment complex. Other than the morning clean-up duties, he didn't mind his new job. And Harold considered himself lucky to even have it. He just had to learn how to make peace with the task of going around early each day with his own little cart picking up the dog shit, paper, beer cans, liquor bottles, condoms, and shopping carts. His old-man had taught him two things: it was never easy being low man on the totem-pole, and you had to pay your dues as you worked your way up, because you didn't get to start at the top.
After his slow cruise to the supermarket to return the stolen machine, he reported back to the maintenance office to check his clipboard and see what his boss, Steve, had assigned for him to do. As usual, Steve was leaning back in his desk chair studying his computer monitor. Harold knew he was looking at porn, but that wasn't his business. That was another lesson his old-man had taught him: watch your own lane. Besides, his co-worker, Randy, had already warned him that Steve had a bad temper. According to Steve's notes, he was supposed to visit unit 2A in building 3 and fix a clogged bathtub drain. Harold grabbed his toolbox and headed that way with a smile, because with his morning rounds done, as far as he was concerned, the shitty part of the day was already over with.
Ms. Allen answered the door within seconds of Harold ringing the bell. She looked panicked and had clearly been awaiting his arrival. Apologizing several times along the way, she immediately led him to the master bathroom of the small apartment and showed him her tub, still half-filled with soapy water and dark matter, that he guessed to be pubic hair floating about. She looked to be in her early thirties, and Harold figured her for single or married without children, being that it was a one-bedroom unit. With a chubby, round face and straight brown hair that matched her eyes and dangled on her shoulders, she wasn't anything special to look at, but she did have a nice rack. Harold knew there was only one way to fix this, and rolled up his sleeve before sticking his hand into the milky-white, soapy mess and unscrewing the chrome stopper. As the nasty water began to swirl around Harold's arm and disappear into the drain, Ms. Allen let out another apologetic burst about how sorry she was.
How to react during these situations was often a hot topic of discussion in the maintenance office when things were slow. Steve liked to brag that he enjoyed making these women feel real bad about what they'd done. Harold decided to give it a try, telling her that this was what happened when she let the hair on her thing get too long. With the water now drained, he pointed out the big gobs of her pubic hair that had caused the drain to become clogged. Then, pretending he was angry, he started pulling them out of the opening to the pipe and tossing them into the rear of the bathtub. After several, large globs of her dark, brown fur had smacked against the tub wall, Ms. Allen began crying, but that didn't deter Harold, he just kept fishing more and more out; telling her in a gruff voice to go fetch him a trash can. Once he was satisfied that he'd gotten it all, Harold had her hold the trash can for him as he scraped her pubes from the sides of the tub and deposited them in there.
Maybe Steve wasn't so dumb after all, Harold decided. His old-man had always insisted that he be as nice as can be to women, but his boss was clearly onto something here. As he washed his hands and arms in the bathroom sink, Harold told Ms. Allen that he sure hoped her man enjoyed having her thing all nice and smooth after what he'd just went through to fetch her trimmings out and unstop the drain. He was shocked to learn, when, with tears streaming down her face, Ms. Allen broke down and confessed that she didn't have a man. Steve had told him that after you break them down, you build them back up, so he decided to give it a try, telling her that she was much too good-looking not to have a man. That seemed to perk her up a little and she quit crying. Her reaction gave Harold some indication that Steve's weird shit just might really work, and he laid it on even thicker, adding that with her big titties and shaved pussy, he couldn't believe men weren't hitting on her everywhere she went. Ms. Allen insisted that Harold start calling her Lisa.
As he was preparing to leave, Lisa told Harold once again that she felt really bad about causing him to have to come by and fix the mess that she'd caused, and asked him if there was anything she could do to make up for her mistake? He pretended to think for several moments, and then told her she could show her trim job to him. Without really giving her any time to consider it, Harold encouraged her to get up on the bed and show him her kitty. When Lisa did exactly as told, he decided right then and there that was he was going to buy Steve a six-pack on payday. This was fun.
Sprawled out on the bed in her dress that consisted of pink and yellow flowers on a white background up around her waist, Lisa asked Harold if he liked her pussy? He decided it was time to bust her back down a little, telling Lisa that she had a nice cunt, but she was a kind of big for him, and that he wouldn't fuck her unless she lost at least twenty pounds. Before she could start bawling again, Harold reached down and ran a couple of his fingers up and down her gaping slit and told her, he could do a little something for her though. He could tell that she liked him fondling her because she pressed her mound against his hand each time he stroked her. After a few more passes from the entrance of her vagina to her clit with his digits, he could feel her getting wet. Harold told her really needed to go because he had another resident waiting, but Lisa didn't want him to stop stroking her, or leave. Harold said she would have to make it worth his while if he was going to piss his boss off from being there so long. Lisa responded by completely removing her dress to show him her big tits as well. As Harold admired her large breasts and thimble-sized nipples, he kneaded and tugged on her meaty labia. Her cunt juice was becoming ever hotter, transitioning from wetness to a slippery froth. Harold started fucking her with his big fingers, at first using just two, but as she relaxed, he found that they were barely filling her, so he added a third, and fucked her even harder. Lisa clutched her knees, drew them up past her hips, and spread herself completely open for him. Harold took that as an invitation, inserting four fingers into her, and forcing her cream to drip out and run down the crack of her ass. He had always wanted to fist-fuck a chick and decided that unless she started screaming enough to cause him stop him, he wasn't going to. As Lisa continued to ride his fingers, Harold started working his thumb in also. Harold wondered if she knew, or even cared how much he was stretching her cunt? Lisa didn't resist, so he kept going.
When Harold leaned over her on the bed, grabbed one her of nipples, and pinched it violently, Lisa let out a loud yelp that morphed into a long, continuous wail of half pleasure and half pain when his fist slipped completely into her. Harold had read about a man doing this to a woman in an adult story, and to ease the pain, the guy had massaged the girl's clit until she grew accustomed to his hand inside her. Harold tried it, and sure enough Lisa slowly began to respond. Then, little by little, she began to rock back and forth. Lisa knew she was Harold's prisoner, as long as his fist remained closed, she was impaled and couldn't escape. Harold brought her to orgasm by stroking her tiny prick with his thumb. Lisa bucked wildly on his arm, unable to free herself. When her breathing eventually slowed and the contractions stopped, Harold relaxed his hand and withdrew it. Lisa let out another painful squeal, but smiled up at him in approval to let him know she was ok.
Lisa's eyes were half-closed and she was too drained to move as Harold went back into the bathroom to wash his hands, yet again, and fetch his clipboard. He put a checkmark next to her name and problem and told her that he would let himself out.I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. You may not post this story on any website for financial gain or otherwise use it for financial gain.
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113,846 | With A Whimper | Her voice faded away as she wiggled her hips, feeling my cock at her entrance. "Oh, that feels lovely... just lovely."
She pushed to roll us over. Once on top, her hands moved between us to grip me. "Oh, yes. Just lovely. Warm. Alive."
She moved to kneel between my outstretched legs. A warm breath flowed over my cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation.
She lightly licked from the base to the crown in one long, wet slurp. She opened her mouth wide and took it in. Her tongue massaged the length of it, then she withdrew, lips still sealed, and probed the hole. With a final moist pop, she withdrew completely.
Her eyes giggled as she smiled up at me. "I'm having fun!" She licked her lips. "Are you?"
I could only grip the bed's headboard and say, "Yep!" It was a lame reply, I know, but it was all I could manage before she dipped her head once again.
Kathy wrapped her tongue around my cock, her saliva forming a small pool as she bobbed her head. She dropped her head lower to tongue my balls, taking one into her mouth for a gentle massage. Then she moved back up to my cock, flicking her tongue from side to side along its length. Her breasts, with their hard nipples, pressed into my thighs, and she dragged them across my skin.
My cock filled her mouth as she pressed her head down at a pace that was so slow as to be torture. Downward until the crown of my cock was touching the back of her throat, then she closed her lips tightly around it and began moving her head up and down, tongue swirling in a seemingly never-repeating pattern.
She squeezed and sucked so hard that I could feel the ridges in the roof of her mouth. I swear I could feel each individual taste bud on her tongue. A dizzying rush of emotion swept over me, and I lifted my hips to get more. It was all I could do to resist grabbing her head and forcing her further down.
She sucked and tongued just the crown of my cock, and I groaned at the feel of her mouth at work. She sucked on it, moving her head from side to side, up and down. Her tongue was in constant motion. Her lips and chin were shining with saliva. The head of my cock stretched her lips tight as she forced her head down to engulf its full length once again.
I leaned forward, both hands searching for her breasts.
She looked up as I found them and hummed as I tweaked her nipples. A flush of red spread from her shoulders to her full ass in a slow, rippling wave.
I pulled her mouth off my cock and pulled her body atop mine. "Any more and I'll cum," I said in a hoarse whisper.
"That's the idea, Jimmy," she answered. Licking her lips, she settled her hips on mine and smoothly rubbed back and forth for a couple of strokes.
"I want inside," I said. "Inside you." I put my arms around her as I kissed her. Moving my hands downward, I cupped her ass, urging her to move the way I wanted.
She lifted her body and settled with my cock at her entrance, sliding backward just enough to allow my cock to be enveloped by her cunt's outer lips.
I kissed her, my tongue slid deep between her lips, and she nibbled at it. She pressed further and voiced a thin, trembling wail as half my length penetrated her. I struggled to keep firm control as she took my cock deeper into her. She uttered a quiet, choked whimper as her clit met the base of my cock.
She held very still, but I could feel her inner muscles at work, adjusting, caressing, welcoming.
"So good," she whispered as her hips made a first, tentative circular motion. "You're filling me so good." She opened her eyes and focused on mine. "You're feeling so damn good to me!"
Both hands on my chest now, as she pushed herself upward to sit impaled on me. Knees folded, she had both feet flat on the bed on either side of me. She lifted a bit, then settled back down. "Gaaaa." Again. "Uhhhh... uhhh."
I looked down to where we were joined. The shaft of my cock was shiny, glistening with her juice. It had her cunt lips tightly stretched in a ring of taut, warm, and welcoming flesh. My pubic hair was matted with moisture.
I moved both hands upward to tease and massage her bouncing breasts.
She tossed her head back, neck muscles prominent in rigid spasm. I could see a flush start around her belly button and spread in all directions.
"Godddddddd..." she wailed. "Againnn..." Kathy slammed her hips down hard. Her legs straightened to lay on mine as she let her body fall forward, trembling with release. Sweat beaded on her skin and on mine.
Within seconds, she was back to pumping her hips and squeezing her muscles on me. We watched each other as she raced for another peak.
I began to meet her thrusts with those of my own. Steady motions sliding half of my cock in and out of her. My hands roamed across her back and buttocks, dipping to caress her inner thighs, brushing against her anal opening. Constant motion.
The swelling pressure for my own release demanded my immediate attention. I struggled to maintain control, to continue to enjoy the pleasure of our fuck. But control was abruptly snatched from me by her own demand.
"FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! FUCK! FUCKKK!" Kathy screamed. She jerked her hips rapidly and dug her nails in my shoulders as she tried to hold on.
The desire to fuck her as long as possible crumbled as her cunt muscles clamped down hard on me. I tried to hold the demand back, but it burst loose. Breath left my body in a hoarse groan as the first spurt shot into her.
Kathy began wriggling her hips from side to side and whimpering as she felt the flow. We pounded my cum deep into her body as orgasms seized us both. Floating on a deliciously, blissful cloud of Life, we let the waves take us.
Awareness slowly returned. I could feel her body give a twitch every few seconds. Our ragged breathing settled into a more relaxed pattern, inhalation matching inhalation.
We lay together afterward and talked. She told me her story. I told her part of mine.
She spooned herself against my back, one hand over my hip holding my cock. I pulled the sheet and quilt over us. That's the way we finally fell asleep.
When I awoke the next morning, I was spooned against her. My left hand was gently squeezing her right breast, and her ass was warm against me.
There was light coming through the window. Sunrise had been only a little while ago. I've got this habit of waking whenever there is enough sunlight after dawn. At my old place, I had thick curtains over my bedroom windows so I could sleep late if I wanted. Waking with the dawn is a habit that I've had as long as I can remember, and it plays hell with a guy's hangover.
No hangover this morning though. Not from alcohol, at any rate. Perhaps there was a sexual hangover, because I felt more content than I had in months. The pace of dealing with all the sick and dying, plus the worry of not being able to find Jules, had really beaten me down.
Apparently, all I needed was a good fuck. Come to think about it, I would have settled for a bad fuck.
Kathy was still sleeping soundly. Each inhalation pressed her breast into my hand.
My cock was firming up, nestled between her ass cheeks. I wanted to slip it inside her and wake her up fully aroused. I really wanted that.
But I didn't do it.
I really wasn't sure how she would react the morning after. I mean, I really liked Kathy, especially after talking like we did last night. I was not sure if she felt the same way and wanted us to continue. Maybe she just wanted a one-time, or a now-and-then, relationship. I just didn't know.
So, I slipped out of bed without disturbing her, making sure the sheet and quilt was still tucked around her.
I shivered in the cold air. The temperature had dropped during the night. I found my jeans and socks under the dresser and quickly dressed before heading down the hall to one of the bathrooms.
Twenty minutes later, I was cleaned up, dressed, and sitting on the back porch steps drinking a cup of instant coffee.
The sky was a gray overcast, promising a cold rain later in the day. It was not going to be the kind of day for much outside work. But the work was there to do. Even on days like this.
The longest stretch I had lived on granddad's farm was a month during the summers. Other visits were confined to long weekends whenever I could get away from my family, school, or work. Granddad put me to work every day. We played too, but work came first. Sundays and holidays were no different. There was still stuff that had to be done, animals to tend and feed, eggs to gather.
I sighed at the thought of eggs. Granddad had a dozen chickens in a coop behind the barn. I did not look yesterday, but I would be surprised if any survived. Worldwide, the Flu had burned its way through domestic fowl populations. In times before, new flu strains usually appeared first in domestic fowl or pigs; then would make the leap to humans. Asia was usually the hotbed for new flu strains.I glanced at my watch and decided I might as well get started. It looked like Kathy would be sleeping in for a while yet.
I went back inside, found a denim jacket, pair of leather gloves, and cap in the utility room. Then, after refilling my cup with coffee, I went back outside and walked the short distance to the barn.
As I walked from behind the house, movement in the field near the tree line to the west caught my attention. I turned to look and just caught a glimpse as two whitetail deer vanished into the trees.
"Run now," I said, "but one day you're gonna be dinner." If we ever got a crop growing, we would have to do something to keep animals from nibbling it away. Not only deer, but raccoons, possums, and any other formerly domestic animal would find our crops an 'all you can eat' buffet. "And clothes," I said as I thought about tanning deer skin.
How do you tan leather without processed chemicals? I had no idea. It was something else to find out. It couldn't be that hard. After all, cave men figured it out. Something to do with tannic acid from tree bark, I thought. Easy. Right? I guess we would find out.
I spent the next couple of hours feeding and watering the animals, checking the status of what was stored, and generally inspecting the area.
The barn that was originally on the place was a fifty-foot square log structure, circa 1880. When I was in my late teens, it had been taken apart, each log numbered, and re-assembled at another place on the property. In its stead, granddad had erected a steel and concrete structure, one hundred fifty feet long and one hundred feet wide and the height of a three-story building. Oriented in an east-west direction, the barn had thirty-foot wide doors on each end, a twenty-foot wide door centered on the south-facing side with rows of solar panels on the south side of the roof. The ground floor was divided into five large animal stalls along the north wall, and four stalls along the south wall -- two either side of the south entrance. A forty-foot center traffic area ran the length of the building. The partitions used to divide the area into stalls or compartments were removable and could be re-arranged to sub-divide the area in many ways. The second floor of the barn had also been subdivided by these movable partitions into storage areas, a workshop, and a small apartment.
To the west of the barn were four corrals. It was there I had herded the cattle the previous night, putting the bull into the smallest corral and the cows into another. Each corral had a lean-to over the feed and water troughs which allowed the animals to get out of the hot sun and shelter from wind and rain.
The bull must have had an entertaining winter, because each of the cows were with calf. I am no veterinarian and had no idea how long it would be before the births. I would just have to keep a close watch until it happened.
There were two Belgian horses, a stallion and a mare, both chestnut in color. Each was about fifteen hands high and weighed close to a ton. There were also two Morgan horses and two quarter horses, likewise male and female of each breed. All the mares were obviously very pregnant.
The previous evening I had placed each in a separate stall. This morning I had to muck out the stalls, replenish the feed and water, and generally pay the animals some attention so they would remember me. The last time I was here was about a month before the whole Flu mess got really bad. They seemed to remember me, or maybe they just appreciated the attention. They would push me with their heads and the big Belgian stallion tried to take a playful nibble out of my shoulder.
There was a shelter tacked on the southeast corner of the barn that contained a small forge. Granddad liked to be his own farrier. A little way from the barn to the north was a chicken coop (I checked. No chickens. Just a pile of ashes, burned bones, and scorched feathers) and a hog pen, also empty. Given the absence of ashes or a recently dug hole, I guessed that granddad had let the hogs out of the pen.
East of the barn, closer to the river, were two above-ground thousand-gallon concrete fuel tanks. One diesel and one gasoline.
All of this -- the barn and other structures -- were situated so that drainage was into the north creek and downstream from the house with its water well to the south and further upstream. The field lines for the house sewer system also drained northward. If the water system and plumbing ever gave up the ghost, it was into this north creek drainage that we would have to build an outdoor latrine. I was not looking forward to that because it would be a fair walk from the house.
The last time I visited, there had been a dozen cats and three dogs, a pair of border collies and an English mastiff. So far, I had seen no sign of them. I didn't think they would have gone far and would eventually show up now that there was someone around the place. Unless they had also died.
It was almost ten o'clock before I finished and started for the house. The clouds were darker and lower. A steady drizzle rain had started an hour ago and showed no signs of lessening. There would be no solar power today.
Once on the back porch, I kicked off my muddy boots and set them to one side. In stocking feet, I went into the house and hung the wet jacket and cap on a wall-hook to dry in the utility area.
Kathy -- dressed in jeans, t-shirt, a sweater she had found somewhere, and her boots from yesterday -- was in the kitchen. Cans from one of the cabinets were scattered on the counter top, and she was writing in a spiral-bound notebook. I stood watching from the door as she would pick up a can, look at it, make an entry in the notebook, and place the can in the cabinet.
Remembering her reaction last night, I wiggled the door handle before opening it and stomped through in my stocking feet.
"Morning," I said. I walked over to the table. "Been up long?"
Kathy turned and smiled. She placed the notebook on the counter top as she turned. "About an hour or so." She came over to me, both arms went around my neck, and she pulled me to her for a morning kiss. No tongue. Just a simple good-morning, thank-you, very-glad-you-are-here type of kiss. All right, maybe not so simple, I thought. She pressed her body fully against mine. "I woke up cold," she said. A quick grind of her groin against mine, and she stepped back, pulling me to one of the dining table chairs.
"Sit down," she said. "I'll fix some breakfast. I noticed you didn't cook anything. Thanks for finding the coffee, by the way."
She pushed me onto the chair and settled herself in my lap, one leg on each side and arms around my neck. "So, what do you want for breakfast?"
Well, I now knew her morning-after mood.
She looked much better this morning. Yesterday's haggard, weary look had disappeared. Her cheeks were fuller and brighter. The dark area under her eyes had vanished. As I hugged her, she seemed to have softer, fuller curves. At the time, I just enjoyed it. It wasn't until later that I wished I had paid more attention to these clues.
"I'm not much of a breakfast person," I said. I let my hands drift to her hips and butt. Gone were the bony hips so evident yesterday. Like I said, I should have paid more attention. Hell, when a woman is sitting on your lap and your hands are occupied, a man tends to not be as mentally observant as he should.
She moved in small circles, pressing herself onto me.
My cock was firming up rapidly.
Breaking the mood with a sour expression, Kathy said, "I hate to say this, Jimmy; but you smell like... well... a little like shit."
I sniffed. Grinning, I said, "I guess I do at that. Got a bit more involved with the livestock than I really intended. Ahhh, the farm life. Ain't it grand."
"That remark makes me suspect that you are full of shit," Kathy said as she pulled me from the chair and led me to the stairs, "as well as smelling like it."
She pushed me away and to the stairs. "Go and clean up. Leave your clothes in the bathroom. I'll pick them up later. Go on. I'll get back to my inventory."
My head was under the shower spray, eyes tightly closed against the burn of shampoo, when I felt a breeze of cool air bite into my naked ass. I jumped, bumping my head on the shower nozzle, and there was a sharp slap to one buttock.
"Move over, Jimmy," Kathy said, "and gimme the soap."
I let the spray of water wash the shampoo from my face and started to turn.
A slap on the other buttock stopped me. Kathy's arms kept me from turning. "The soap, please."
I passed the soap and wash cloth over my shoulder.
"Now, hold still," Kathy said. I could hear her lathering up the cloth. "Got to be sure you get that shit stink off."
"I have already washed, Kathy," I said. "Shampooing was the last." Sticking my head back under the spray, I finished getting the suds out of my hair. "I will wash you, though, since you just got here."
"Oh, I just bet you would be delighted to get your hands on my body," she said playfully. She rubbed across my back with the soapy cloth. "Not this time, big boy. I have to make sure you got the shit smell out of every crack," she dipped the cloth into the crack of my ass, "and cranny." Still going forward with the cloth, she moved it over my balls before reversing course.
She worked the cloth around my buttocks for several slow trips. I leaned forward and braced my arms outward against the forward shower wall. The warm spray flowed down my head and neck to my back. It washed off the soap almost as soon as Kathy foamed it on.She washed down the back of my legs, kneeling to get my lower legs and feet. Reaching around me, she washed her way back up, getting the front of my legs. Her bare, wet breasts pushed into and along the back of my thighs as she did this.
Standing, she reached around my waist and, pushing her soapy body against my back, she washed my chest and abdomen. The water quickly chased the suds down and into the drain. Kathy moved the soapy cloth to wrap around my balls, working the suds gently around and over the sack. A half-dozen firm pumps on my cock made sure it was clean.
She pushed at my hips, turning me under the shower spray and washing all the suds from me. I closed my eyes against the water and enjoyed all of her attention. I felt a quick kiss on my lips.
"There. You clean up pretty good for a farm boy," she said. Handing me the washcloth, she said, "My turn."
We shared a can of ravioli for lunch. It was tempting to raid the refrigerator and our limited supply of beer, but we contented ourselves with water. OK, OK, it was really two cans of the pasta. Kathy ate half of one can with me and, still hungry, took care of the second can by her lonesome.
After I finished eating, I just sat there watching her as she practically licked her bowl clean.
Finally, she pushed her chair back from the table and leaned back, stretching her legs under the table. "Oh, man, that was good," Kathy said with a sigh. She popped open the button of her jeans. "What?!"
I grinned. "Sure you don't want something else? A side of beef, perhaps? I'll sacrifice one of the cows if you insist."
She did not look the least bit chastised. "I was hungry. That bowl of oatmeal when I first got up didn't last long. First time I've had an appetite in a long time."
"I'm not complaining, just enjoying the sight."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "I know what sights you enjoy. And it ain't me eating."
"True. True. But I do like seeing you enjoy yourself."
"Yeah. Well. To change the subject, what do we do the rest of the day? Besides waiting for the others to get back?"
I raised an eyebrow and did my best imitation of a leer.
Kathy groaned. "Oh, no, not again." A smile quickly followed to let me know she was joking. "Down, boy. I've screwed more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last year. I am still recovering, you horny bastard, and I need my rest."
"Bed rest?" I asked with a grin. "Exactly what I had in mind!"
"What you have in mind is not bed Rest. Bed, yes. But not Rest."
"I'm an open book, apparently." Then I stretched my hand across the table and said, "Kathy, I... I'm not just looking for another fuck. Certainly did not expect one last night. It was the farthest thing from my mind when you decided to stay. I tried to explain last night that you didn't have to fuck me to stay here. It was..."
Her hand gripped mine and her eyes went suddenly moist. "I know that. Last night... I don't know... I just needed to be held and, like I said, I did not want to be alone. It was because I Wanted It, not because I thought I should. Because I Wanted It To Happen. So much death and I wanted to feel alive. Do you understand? Really understand?"
I nodded. "I think so. I felt a bit like that myself." I caressed one finger over her hand. "I like you, Kathy. A lot. You're stronger inside than me, I think. Not afraid to show how you feel. Not afraid to do something that you see needs doing. Like inventorying what supplies granddad had here. I knew we were going to have to do that sooner or later, but you just went ahead and did it. You are beautiful, with a face and a body that demands cherishing. But that is just the wrapping. It is the inside, who you are, that I would like to get to know better."
She was blushing by the time I finished my little speech. "You are a sweet talker, aren't you."
I shook my head. "Not really. That was hard for me to say. Believe it or not." Now I felt that I was blushing. I made to pull my hand from hers, but she held on.
"I believe it, Jimmy," she said. "I'm not exactly sure how I feel about you. I like you, too. You are a caring lover. You've never treated me bad, not in the past or since you came back. You care about the others and making sure all of us have the best chance to make it through.
"I'm sure you have had other lovers, as have I. One of them was really special and he was one of the first here to die. When I got sick, I prayed to die. Losing him hurt terribly. And seeing so many die... I felt that I didn't deserve to live. Why did I live? There's nothing special about me. Why me? Why did I have to live and Harry die?
"So, there I was... with the other survivors in town... waiting for something to finally happen and finish the job the Flu started. No one was making any long term plans. Know what I mean? And then you showed up.
"You never mentioned the future. But it was plain in how you looked, acted, and the things you did talk about that you were not planning on just waiting around for the final act to be over. We came out here and it got me to thinking. I looked around at the place, and studied everyone else, and decided that there just might be a future after all. I had to decide what kind of future I wanted.
"Last night while I was washing up, all these thoughts were spinning in my head. And I decided to see if you were the kind of man I thought you might be. You were. You are."
"I'll try not to disappoint you," I said. "I don't know where this is going, but I do want you with me for the ride."
"And that is where we will leave it for now," she said. "We like each other, seem to get along, and are good together in bed. Let's just take it one day at a time." | 5 |
113,918 | Christina | He had watched her for a couple of weeks and chose a day when there was no traffic on the road from the remote farm down to the main road to seize her. He knew that she went past the spot he had chosen at quarter past eight every school morning and that the school bus would only wait a couple of minutes before presuming that she was not going to school that day if she was not there. She was about 14 years old with short black hair and very pretty with a slim figure and what seemed small breasts. Her school uniform consisted of a short-sleeved light blue floral pattern dress that buttoned up the front with a thin matching cloth belt, and she always wore white ankle socks and a pair of off-white trainers on her feet. God knows what she wore underneath the dress, he salivated at the thought, knowing all would soon be revealed.
Completely unaware of what was about to happen to her, she happily walked down the farm track and was taken totally by surprise when he seized her from behind, muffling her loud shouts for help with the thick hessian bag he slipped over her head. He easily picked her up and carried her off to his car and tossed her unceremoniously into the boot, winding her as he did so, which allowed him the time to tie the neck of the bag around her neck before tying her ankles together with one short rope and then her wrists with another. Satisfied with his handiwork, he shut the boot lid before casually climbing into the car and driving unhurriedly up onto the highway going south in the direction the bus was coming from. It had all taken less than three minutes, he thought, as the school bus passed him.
He drove for about forty minutes on the highway before turning off up what was clearly a little-used track deep into the outback. When he arrived at his base - an old mine working which looked totally dilapidated and abandoned - he drove the car into one of the big sheds and smiled to himself as he thought of what came next. He lifted her out of the boot and hung her up like a carcass from a large hook on one of the cross beams. Her feet barely reached the floor, so that suspended as she was, she couldn't kick out.
As she was helpless, he faced no struggle from her as he unfastened the waist belt of her dress. He then leisurely enjoyed undoing the eight buttons down the front of her dress and thought to himself that it was just like unwrapping a parcel at Christmas. No, she was better than any Christmas present he had ever had as her slim young body came into view. Especially when he revealed that under the dress, all she had on were a pair of white cotton bikini panties and no bra. Oh lovely, he thought. He released one arm at a time and, as he did so, slipped each arm out of her dress and, using a separate rope, retied each arm up to an adjacent hook so that she was now stood on the dirt floor with her arms tied wide apart above her head. He then picked the redundant dress up off the floor before carefully folding it up and placing it on the nearby workbench.
He then turned round to admire his catch and enjoyed himself as he gently caressed her slender frame. He gently toyed with her young breasts and played with her nipples. She whimpered as he did so. He enjoyed running a hand up and down her bare back and gently squeezing and fondling the soft cheeks of her delightful bottom through her panties before slipping his hand inside her panties and playing with her bare bottom. She gasped as his fingers slid down between her cheeks and probed as far as he could. She resisted by pressing her legs tight together. How naive he thought as he ran his hands down the front of her thighs, causing an even bigger intake of breath as he cupped her crotch through her panties. She squealed in protest, for that was all she could do, as he pulled the thin elasticated waist of her panties away from her tummy with one hand and slipped the other down inside her panties, running his fingers through her pubic hair before touching the tight cleft of her cunt, which she sought to protect by pressing her thighs tightly together. He deftly pulled her panties down in one quick movement so that they hung loosely round her ankles. Then, as with her arms, he used a separate rope to tie each leg in turn, slipping her panties off as he did. Eventually, he stood back to admire his handiwork, admiring the naked young girl who was now tied up with her legs wide apart so that she was now stretched out in the form of a big X. Totally naked. With a gorgeous neat black bush accentuating rather than hiding the gash of her neat cunt. Oh, what a treat he thought as he gently played with her. What fun I am going to have with her.
He took off the sack over her head, and for the first time, he gazed openly at the lovely young girl, and she, with a terrified look on her face, realised the predicament she was in. 'What's your name, sweetie?' he asked. 'Christina,' she replied hesitantly. 'Well, my dear, are we going to have some fun?' he responded in a soft but terrifying way.
Christina blinked in the bright light as she tried to adjust from having been hooded until a few minutes ago. She realised that she was in quite a fix and completely at the mercy of this stranger who had stripped her and tied her up so that she was suspended from a beam with her arms slightly above her and her ankles tied to nearby posts so that her legs were spread well apart. Resistance was not an option as he stood closer to her, looking intimidatingly straight into her eyes with a satisfied smile on his face as he played with her. She had never been handled like this before, and quite frankly, she was terrified as he explored her. He wasn't rough with her, though. She gasped as his hand ran through the distinct triangle of tight black curly hair that surrounded her pussy and gently cupped her between her legs and took great pleasure in intimately exploring her. He ran his index finger between the neat folds of her vagina, and though she tried to press her cunt lips tightly together, she found it impossible to deny him access as he persisted, and after running it up and down the neat slit of her cunt, he succeeded in working his finger between those soft pouting lips. He then seemed to concentrate on tickling her clitoris to the point where she found herself enjoying his intimate attention. He knew this, of course, because he felt her dry young cunt begin to get moist as her cunt juice began to lubricate her. It was at this point that Christina felt him work his finger up her cunt until he was touching her hymen.
She gasped again as he freely fingered her, not realising, as he had, that her cunt juices were now flowing freely and his finger was now noisily squelching in and out of her cunt. She was breathing heavily as he moved round behind her to continue his ministrations. He stopped for a while, and Christina wondered why. She soon had the answer as he stood closely behind her, and she realised he was completely naked as his stiff cock nestled gently between the soft cheeks of her bottom. 'Have you ever seen a man naked before?' he asked quietly. 'No,' Christina replied bleakly. With that, he came round the front to face her, and she gazed with a mixture of awe, fascination and terror at his rampant manhood, which stood proudly erect before her.
He relaxed the ropes tying her ankles to the posts and returned to face her, lifting her up off the ground with his arms around her waist. This had the effect of wrapping her legs around his waist, and then she realised straight away that he held her at his mercy, his rampant manhood only inches from her now wide-open vagina as he held her to him. 'Please don't hurt me,' she pleaded. 'Don't worry, that's the last thing I am going to do,' he replied. Christina gasped as he balanced her weight with one hand and used the other to position the tip of his cock between her soft cunt lips. Christina gasped as she felt his soft tip enter her, then relaxed as he held her with his cock just inside her. 'Now, isn't that nice?' he said. 'That doesn't hurt one bit, does it?' he asked. 'No,' Christina replied nervously in a quiet voice. 'You probably never thought about it before, but your cunt was actually made to take a man's cock. It doesn't hurt one bit, does it, my dear?' he nonchalantly asked. 'No,' Christina replied even more nervously. 'You see, you are still a virgin 'cos I am just between those lovely cunt lips, aren't I, my dear?' he asked. 'Yes,' Christina replied.
Then, without any warning, he let her slip down, and in an instant, his rampant cock slid easily up her juicy cunt and pushed straight through her hymen, and in a flash, Christina lost her virginity. She could do nothing about it. She was powerless to resist, and after a brief twinge of pain and a feeling that some blood as well as vaginal juices were lubricating her cunt, the drama was all over. Only it wasn't. She felt she was now impaled on a huge shaft, though strangely it was neither hard nor soft, just erect and firm. He knew this, and as Christina cried in anguish at how she had just lost her virginity, bending his knees, he now began to gently and firmly shaft her. It took over five minutes of controlled activity for him to begin to feel that his efforts were worth it.At first, because he was completely filling her virgin cunt hole, it was a horrible experience for Christina. But then, as her vaginal juices began to flow, it turned into something much more acceptable. In fact, Christina began to like it. "You like being fucked, don't you?" he quietly asked, and Christina felt ashamed as she said, "Yes."
"Well, you can have as much cock as you like, and I promise I will not hurt you as long as you keep me satisfied, my little chickadee," he said as he pumped her full of spunk for the first time. | 3 |
113,960 | On The Teacher's Desk | He was just one of my fifth-grade students, but he was also gorgeous. The perfect face, hair, and body for a child. Everything was perfect about him, except his attitude. He seemed to be under the impression that he ran the class instead of me. That mentality had persevered throughout the school year so far, but it was one that was going to change before long.
One Friday morning during class, he was being particularly disruptive, and I had had enough. The problem was that in our state, it had become illegal this year to administer corporal punishment. It was something I was going to miss, but Robert was not.
"Robert Dickens!" I shouted at him over his conversation with one of his many friends.
"What?" he answered back, almost as if he were bored. It struck a wrong chord with me.
I walked down the aisle of desks to his and yanked him out of the chair faster than he believed possible. I led him to the front of the class and had him face his fellow students. He seemed amused at the proceedings.
"This, young ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when no one has had the insight to give this young man any discipline. He seems to think that the world revolves around him. He is about to find out just how wrong he is in thinking that."
"You can't do anything to me, Mister," he said to my face.
The class gasped a collective breath, waiting to see how I would handle this latest challenge to my authority. I smiled at Robert and turned to a boy in the first row. "Derrick, please go and close the door and pull the shade down over the window of it," I said calmly to the youngster. He obeyed immediately.
Robert just stood there, defiantly looking up at me. I waited till the door was closed, and I went to the desk drawer. I pulled out a roll of duct tape and pulled off a strip about a foot long. He turned at the sound of it and made a move towards the door. I was quicker.
I grabbed him by his wrist and brought him to the floor. My knee went into the small of his back as he struggled to get back up. Another piece of tape was torn off and covered his mouth as he was about to scream at his predicament. He reached up to uncover it, but I pulled his hands together above his head on the floor and wrapped them together with the initial piece of tape.
Thankfully, my desk wasn't cluttered with papers as I picked him up by the tied wrists and pulled him back to its side. His body bent at the waist and hit the side of the wood as I pulled him over it. I held his hands down on the desk and pulled off more tape from the roll at the same time. It wasn't pretty, but I just needed more tape to do what I needed. I wrapped more tape around his bound wrists and pulled the tape across the width of the desk to the far side of it. There, I wrapped a few laps around the desk's legs. I returned to Robert's side of the desk. He was struggling to climb up on the top of the desk. I pulled him back down.
I pulled off more tape and wrapped a piece around each of his ankles. They were tied to the legs of the desk under him. I smiled at his obvious embarrassment at being prostrate before his classmates, but I was just getting started.
The next phase was to get young Robert ready for his punishment. With an audible gasp from the students in their seats, I reached under my young man and undid his jeans. I hooked my thumbs on the outside of them and his underpants and within two seconds, the whole class got to see his shining buttocks.
Robert was screaming into the tape-gag at the utter humiliation of it all. With a pat on his extended rump, I turned my attentions briefly to the class of stunned children.
"Young ladies and gentlemen, I will now try and change Mr. Dickens's demeanor with a behavior modification device," I announced to the rest of the class.
I retrieved a paddle from the closet and returned to stand beside him, facing the other children. The shock had worn off the others, and they were now keen to see him get his comeuppance. The paddle was one of those long, thinner ones with holes cut out to allow wind to go through it. I lined the paddle up to his exposed derriere and pulled it back. With a great "whoosh", I brought it back down to "SMACK" his bottom.
Robert bellowed into the gag as I was lifting it off for another one.
SMACK!!! Another round of screams from the ten-year-old.
SMACK!!! Robert's ass was now considerably reddened, and I was just getting warmed up. I decided to get the next ones in quick, consecutive order.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!! The room was filled with the clear sound.
I was a little concerned that other teachers or staff might hear what was going on, but if they ever checked, they wouldn't probably do anything. All of them had their fill of this particular student's attitude this year.
Robert screamed the whole way through the four hits. His feet squirmed, and he tried to move out of the way a few times, but was unsuccessful, of course. I had tied him way too well.
I let him get over those before proceeding to the eighth strike. The whole class was on the edge of their seats. Not a one of them had stirred. Robert, meanwhile, was in agony over his predicament. I took aim for the next one and let it fly with a good deal of strength behind it. It let him know that it wasn't over with quite yet. He screamed afresh into the gag.
The next one was milder, as I was getting set up for the finale. I reached back for the tenth and final hit and lowered my shoulder into the swing. All of my adult muscles were put into the swing as it connected with his very red ass. His whole frame seemed to feel that last hit as the sound filled the entire room.
He screamed like he never had before, and I let him continue for several minutes to get it out of his system. I wasn't through with him just yet, though. One more final piece of this was to be added. I went to my locker again and as I replaced the paddle, I pulled out a device I knew he was not going to like. I went to the front of my desk with it to show the class.
"Does anyone know what this is?" I asked them. No one raised a hand. I would have been surprised if anyone did. "This is a butt plug. This one is made of solid glass. It is inserted into a person's butt hole."
I walked over to Robert as he was still bent over the desk. He had heard my words as much as the rest of the class and he knew what he was about to get. He tried like hell to squirm loose of the tape, but he was wasting his energy. I got to his side that faced the blackboard so that the whole class could see this. I looked up and saw some of them stretching to look over the desk at the proceedings. Then I had an inspiration.
"All of you may come up and witness what is about to happen to your classmate," I said.
I don't think I've ever seen the class move so fast. All of them wanted a front-row seat to this event. They made a semi-circle around the desk and the two of us. When I was satisfied that all of them could see, I continued.
With my forefinger and thumb of my left hand, I opened his butt crack to show the classroom his anal flower. One girl cried, "Ew" when that happened, but everyone else remained silent. I lined the plug up to his sphincter and pushed hard.
I'm sure Robert thought the world was about to end as the plug tore into his anus. The screaming coming from him didn't die down for quite some time. By that time, I had all the students return to their seats, and we resumed class as if nothing had happened.
Over the next half-hour or so that remained in our class period, Robert would make a sound or two; a grunt, groan, moan, whimper, etc. Finally, when there was about five minutes to go in the period, I had the class work on their homework, and I turned my attentions back to Robert. I released both ankles from the legs of the desk and I cut the tape away from his wrists. Robert didn't move from the table. He had been facing the blackboard for the whole time he had been taped to the desk, ashamed of what happened.
"Get up, Robert," I told him. He didn't move. "Fine, I'll get the paddle again." He stood up. "Now, pull up your pants, go get your books and come back up here."
"Wha... what about...this...thing," he said, pointing to his butt plug.
"Keep that where it is," I told him. He looked at me as if I had slapped him. I looked back at him with a look that told him to do as I told him. He did as he was told, not wanting a repeat performance.
He was walking back up to me as the bell rang for the end of class.
"Everyone read the next chapter in your text for Monday, please," I told them, and groans chorused around the room. Robert was making his way to the door. I called him to me.
After telling the last student to close the door on his way out, I had Robert sit in a desk at the front of the class as I addressed him.
"Now, the plug will remain where it is all day, Robert," I began, but stopped when he had another shocked look on his face. "It will stay there, Robert, no two ways around it." I repeated to him before going on. "After your last class, you will come back here for me to remove it from your rectum. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," he mumbled.
Yes sir, huh? Well, things were improving already.
I dismissed him with a final warning not to disobey me about the plug. He nodded and left the room.The rest of the day passed uneventfully, but I found my thoughts wandering back to Robert, and his uncomfortable state, occasionally. Finally, the last class dismissed and Robert walked in looking very uncomfortable. Of course, it could be his reddened ass that could have been doing it also.
"Ready to get that thing out of you?" I asked him. He nodded, but I saw a trace of the old Robert in his face. I motioned for him to lean over and put his hands on the desk. He did as he was told. I lowered his pants and underpants down to his ankles. I got a really good view of his red asscheeks.
They were starting to turn a little bluish after the abuse they took this morning, but he would live. I reached up and grasped the butt plug with my right hand. With my left hand, I held him steady as I began to pull it out. He grimaced and cried as I barely began to pull on it. Ignoring his cries, I pulled as hard as I could to get it out of him. It came loose with an audible "THWOCK!" that filled the silence of the room. He gave a sigh of relief as it cleared his sphincter muscle.
"Better?" I asked the obvious question.
He nodded.
"Good. Now, pull up your pants and take this to the bathroom and clean it off thoroughly. I don't want to see a sign of anything on it when you bring it back to me. Don't take forever about it, either."
It took him a total of about ten minutes for him to clean it off. I got the feeling that he had to use the toilet as well. When he walked back into my classroom, he had the same look of defiance on his face that I was used to.
"Problem, Robert?" I asked him as he handed me the plug.
"I'm telling my father about this, Mr. Jefferson," he announced to me.
I smiled at his naïveté.
"Go ahead and tell him, Robert, but also hand him this at the same time," I said and handed him a manila envelope that was on my desk.
"What's this?"
"Just a little insurance, Robert," I said with a confident smile.
He almost tore it open to get to its contents. His face blanched white when he saw what was there.
Last summer when I knew which child I was getting, I did a little research. Robert's father was a local minister for a Pentecostal church. The pictures were of him and an eight-year-old female parishioner. The first one was of him fucking her up the ass with her arms tied behind her back in his office. The second picture showed him with his cock buried half way down her throat as she was tied up to the front of the pulpit. In the third picture, she was tied spread-eagled on the altar and he was laying into her small pussy with his cock. The final picture had him doing her in his own bed. She was suspended above the bed and tied to the framework of the canopy.
His father was the big one behind the movement to get corporal punishment out of the schools. Not only would this ruin his career and send him to prison for the rest of his days, but also let the gas out of that CP movement.
"If you tell him what happened in class, then you'd better give him those pictures, also. Because if you only tell him that I paddled you, I will give copies of those pictures to the news people as well as the police. Your father would go to prison, and you would probably end up in a foster home since you have no other relatives. Do we understand each other?"
"What if I don't tell him about the…paddling and… the other thing?" The boy just couldn't say "Butt plug".
"Then, nothing, Robert," I told him. "We would go on as normal, but you can expect the same treatment if you ever act up in class again. And that goes for any class; not just mine. Understand?"
He nodded, but the defiant look was gone again.
I never had another problem from the boy. In fact, he became an even better student in class as he paid more attention to the lessons. Four months later, the news of his father's constant rape of the young girl got out and he was sent to prison for thirty years. He was killed two years later.
I applied to be the guardian of young Robert Dickens and by that summer, he was my ward. He grew up under my tutelage and grew up right. I had to administer corporal punishment to him from time to time, but that's a story for another day. | 4 |
114,200 | Lil Boss Bro | Hi there. My name is Ricky March. I live on Nelson Street with my dad and older brother Ron. Well, Ron is...like...twenty-two and lives over the new garage Dad built last year, so I'm not sure if that counts as living 'with' or not. When he moved out, I got his room, which is really a bachelor suite that Dad built when he and Mom moved into the house. It's so cool, with a stove & fridge, and its own bathroom & stuff. Anyway, after the divorce, Ron kinda looked after me a lot, and he's gotta be the bestest big brother ever. He takes me places and does fun stuff with me and won't let anyone pick on me either. People say some bad stuff about Ron sometimes, because he's gay, which I think is really dumb. He's always been there for me if I needed someone, and I can talk to him about anything. He never laughs at me or makes fun, just explains if I'm wrong, or out in left field about something. He does tend to hug a lot, but that's okay too, because he knows not to do it when people are around, because I'm really too big for that stuff now.
Okay, so, that's me. What I want to tell you about is my best friend Jeffy Hart, and his asshole big brother Jimmy.
Jeffy and I have been best friends...like...forever...He lives three doors down, on the other side of the street. His mom is a nurse, and she works the three to midnight shift most of the time, and sometimes on the weekends too, because she says they don't have enough people at the hospital. I feel sorry for her sometimes. She always looks tired, but she's really nice to me, so I think they shouldn't work her so hard.
With his mom working, that means that Jimmy is in charge most of the time, like after school every day and sometimes on weekends too. Jeffy comes over to my place a lot, because Jimmy picks on him something terrible. I don't think Jimmy likes Jeffy much, and I don't know why. Maybe he's just a jerk, and likes pushing people around. I don't think he can do that at school much. He's pretty skinny for a seventeen-year-old, and not very strong, so I think when he gets pushed around at school, he comes home and does the same to Jeffy. Bummer.
Anyway, I'm sitting at home one night after school, when my beeper goes off. I take a look and it's Jeffy's number, so I call, and he says to get over to his place...like...right now, I gotta see this.
So I put my shoes on and scooted down the street and into the Hart residence. I call for Jeffy, and he answers from Jimmy's bedroom. This is likely not a good thing, because Jimmy will smack him good if he's caught in there. I go into Jimmy's room a little nervously and say hey to Jeffy. He says hey, and come here and look at this. I walk over and look at the screen. Wow. There was a picture of a young guy, all tied up, with another young guy's dink in his mouth. "Where'd you get that?" I ask, and he says he brought it out of a file Jimmy had in his briefcase. "That's nice," says I, and speaking of the asshole, just where would he be right now? Having him walk in right now would be the kiss of death, and I'm too young to be a homicide victim, thank you very much, and just what the hell is Jeffy doing in Jimmy's computer anyway. Where did he get the password and stuff?
Jeffy says that he found a piece of paper with the password on it, and he wanted to see what big bro had on his computer. "Would it be all right for him to send a couple of files to me so we can have a look at the whole thing whenever we had time?" "Sure," I says, "send 'em along, and we'll have a look tomorrow after school." That seemed like a good idea, so he e-mailed a shitload of stuff to my computer, cleared them off the sent file and shut things down. Then we went out to the kitchen and got a soda and went out on the back deck and sat down for a while. I really couldn't stay long 'cause I had homework to do yet, so we talked about what he might have in the files and stuff, then I finished my drink and went home.
The next night after school, Jeffy came to my place and we started to open Jimmy's files. What a surprise. It was...Like...all gay stuff, and a kind of diary, only this diary was about guys at Jimmy's school, and how he thought this guy was a hunk and how he'd like to have to suck his cock and stuff. Jeffy and I looked at each other, shit-eating grins on our faces, high-fived each other and started reading. It was some interesting, I'll tell you. Seems like Jimmy wanted to be a slave for these guys, and get tied up and tortured, get taken out and thrown out of the car downtown in his underwear, and having to suck these guys' cocks while everyone watched, and made to do all sorts of embarrassing stuff. It was weird. Another file were all pictures of tied-up guys being made to do stuff with other guys. Some were pretty gross, like where the tied-up guy was sucking one guy's cock and another guy had his dink up the tied-up guy's butt. Another one named all Jimmy's customers, (Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jimmy deals hash and grass around town) and how much they took every week and how much they paid for it. We were surprised at some of the names. A lot weren't even kids, but grownups who had businesses and stuff. And a shitload of money. It also listed the people he got his stuff from, and how much HE paid for it. Adding and subtracting was something we could do and the difference was pretty amazing. No wonder Jimmy never had to worry about buying new stuff, like shoes or DVDs, or parts for his car. So Jeffy and I laughed ourselves silly at the pictures and the diary, and sat open-mouthed when we figured out the money thing. "Fuck," I said. "Geez, I wished we could get some money like that," and Jeffy says he bet we could, and he could get back at Jimmy for being such an asshole all the time. I didn't see it, so Jeffy got this look he gets when I'm being dense and started to talk like I was a ten-year-old or something, and he damned near got a smack for it, 'cause it really pisses me off when he does that. Anyway, he talked for a while, and some of the stuff made sense, and some just plain scared me. He says he needs my help and would I do it? I thought about what he had told me and reluctantly agreed to give it a shot, but if Jimmy kicked the shit out of us, when we got out of the hospital, I was going to kick the shit out of him again, and I wouldn't even come to the hospital to see him. So, he says that we gotta be ready by Friday, 'cause his mother was going away on a two-week course for the hospital. They paid for everything and she'd get a promotion if she passed the test, so she was going, even though she wasn't sure if Jimmy could handle everything for two whole weeks. So I said, "What's to get ready? You just print up the stuff and stick it in an envelope and give it to him." Jeffy says we have to find out what people in our position do when they have things go the way we plan. I said "Oh, kinda," and figured "Ookaaay, whatever."
So for the next couple of days, Jeffy came to my place till supper and we looked through the net to get some ideas about how we were going to go about this.
Anyway, Friday came and when we got home from school, everything was ready to go. Jeffy put all the file printouts in a big brown envelope, along with instructions for Jimmy to follow. They said that Jimmy didn't have to do anything, but if he decided not to, Jeffy would send the diary and gay pics to all his classmates and especially the guys mentioned in it. Man, his life would be over if those jocks knew he was queer, and wanting their bodies. As for the dope stuff, it would go to the police for them to do with it whatever they wanted.
We put the envelope on the keyboard of his computer and got the hell out of there. We didn't know how he would react and didn't want to be around to find out right away. We went over to my place, so I could grab some money, and then headed downtown for a couple of movies and maybe a loooong pizza after. We kinda fooled around for a while, not really wanting to go home, but just before midnight we figured we'd better find out what was happening. When we got to Jeffy's house, each of us sort of wanted the other to go in first, so the other could scoot while Jimmy was ripping arms and legs off. We decided we both should go in together, took a deep breath and opened the side gate to the back yard. We peeked around the corner, two heads searching carefully for anything that might indicate lethal force. Boy did our eyes get big. There in the back yard, tied to one of the support legs of the deck sat Jimmy. At least we thought it was Jimmy, what with the black pillowcase over his head and everything. He'd done exactly what the orders said, much to our surprise. He was sitting with his back against the deck support, ropes tying his waist and upper chest. His legs were straight out in front, tied together at knees and ankles, his feet tied to a tent peg driven into the ground. His wrists were zip-tied (you know, those plastic ties that electricians use) behind the post, so he couldn't get loose, and he was bare naked. A black pillowcase was over his head so he couldn't see, and if the instructions had been followed, he had a pair of his dirty underwear stuffed in his mouth, and duct-taped in place. Well, didn't we just start to yuk it up. We laughed and laughed, until we were both rolling on the ground. This was just TOO precious.Jimmy started to wiggle when he heard us, but he'd done a really good job on himself and couldn't get loose. We giggled and rolled around a while, then Jeffy and I got up and went over beside him. Jeffy dug his fingers into Jimmy's ribs for a while, and we laughed again as he wiggled and tried to say something through his underwear. This was just so cool.
After a while, we stopped, and Jeffy started to talk to Jimmy, asking him if he understood he was now our total and complete slave. Jimmy nodded his head. Jeffy told him he would do anything Jeffy told him to do, and he would let Jeffy do anything he wanted to him. He nodded again. I thought I heard a sob there, but I must have been mistaken, because seventeen-year-olds don't cry, right? Jeffy told him that he could disobey an order any time Jimmy wanted. There wouldn't be a big fight over it; Jeffy would just say fine, and everything would be sent immediately. Did Jimmy understand this? Again, a nod. So we sat for a little while. To be quite honest, I don't think we really believed this blackmail thing would really work, so we weren't sure just what we should do next. So... while we were thinking, we moved down and started tickling Jimmy's feet. Jimmy is god-awfully ticklish, and watching his feet flop around, toes wide, trying to get away from our fingers was most funny. He was wriggling his body and desperately pulling at the tent peg with his legs, trying to get away, but everything held just fine. I don't know what he was trying to say, because all we could hear was a "mmmmph" from the gag, but his head was whipping around a lot.
We did this for a while, then Jeffy said to stop, and we did. Jimmy was breathing hard, making funny sounds through his gag. Jeffy picked up a roll of duct tape laying beside Jimmy, and you could almost see the light come on over his furry little head, an evil smile crawling across his face. He got up and went into the house, coming out a couple of minutes later with a pair of side cutters in his hand. He told me to start untying Jimmy's feet and knees, while he went to work on the body ropes. We had him untied pretty quick, and it was funny to see him whip his feet up close to his body, knees bent, to hide his doings from us. Jimmy was shy... who'da thunk it? Jeffy reached around with the side cutters and cut the zip tie, so now Jimmy was completely free. This was the moment when it was either gonna be awful, and personal injuries were gonna occur, or it was gonna be great, and we had ourselves a slave. We both kinda held our breaths while Jeffy told Jimmy to crawl out on the lawn and lay on his belly, and were most pleased when he did as directed, still with the pillowcase over his head. Jeffy and I kinda crawled along with him, Jeffy carrying the duct tape. When he had laid on his tummy, Jeffy told him to put his arms behind his back and grab each elbow with a hand. Jimmy did, and with a great big shit-eating grin on his face, Jeffy looked at me and pulled a long strip of duct tape off the roll. Starting on one arm, just above where the fingers came around the elbow, Jeffy wound the duct tape around the arm, over the fingers, then the hands, and continued, overlapping the tape just a bit on every wind, until Jimmy had his hands and arms fully covered, fingertip to fingertip, and just a little beyond. He was helpless, unable to even wiggle his fingers. Then he ordered Jimmy to stand up. This was just so funny, watching big bro struggle to get up on his feet. We didn't help him at all, just sat back and laughed. Finally, he managed to get up on his knees and stood up. Jeffy ordered him to spread his legs because we wanted to get a close look at his doings. Slowly, Jimmy spread himself, and there he was, in all his bare naked glory, laid out just for us. Man, was this a rush or what? Jeffy left Jimmy standing there for a while, then went into the house. He came back with two wooden rulers and handed me one. He told Jimmy he had been a very bad boy and needed to be spanked. Then we started to whack his bare cheeks with the rulers. In no time at all, we had Jimmy dancing around the yard, twisting and turning, trying to get away from the smacking rulers. We thought this was funny, watching his dumb attempts to ease the punishment, and the sounds coming from his gagged mouth were just hilarious. His ass cheeks and his upper thighs got really red as he danced, which was kinda cool (Hey! That's a pun, right?).
We did this for a while, then Jeffy said to stop, and he reached up and pulled off the pillowcase. Poor Jimmy had tears rolling down his cheeks, and he was getting all snotted up.
Jeffy just stood there and looked at his big bro for a moment, watching him still dancing from foot to foot, trying to get his ass to cool down a bit. Then he broke up and started laughing so hard. He told his bro he was a little pussy boy and had no balls, reaching out and grabbing Jimmy's balls, squeezing a bit till Jimmy went up on his toes. Jeffy pulled a bit and made Jimmy walk around the yard on his tiptoes, calling him faggot and queer (I gotta tell you, I wasn't really comfortable with this, because of Ron, but, hey, it was his big bro, not mine), then he told Jimmy he had been sitting for so long, he must be stiff, and needed some exercise, so why didn't he go and run around the block bare naked. I thought this was just so funny, and now I started to laugh, especially when Jimmy started shaking his head, eyes big and horrified. Jeffy just smiled and went and opened the gate, and told him to get going, and he should hurry, because if he took too long, he would be punished and have to go again.
Well, Jimmy just stood there for a moment, looking at his little brother, then took off like a SWAT team was on his tail. We ran out to the sidewalk and watched his skinny butt disappear up the street, holding each other so we wouldn't fall down, we were laughing so hard. A few minutes later, he came up the block from the other direction, his gonads flopping around like a sheet hung on the line in a high wind. It was well after midnight now, and the street wasn't busy at all, but lights were on all up the block, so the chance of him being seen was pretty good. He got back breathing really hard through his nose, the snot from when he was crying from the spanking running down and over his upper lip. Man, it was just gross.
Jeffy shook his head sadly and told Jimmy he'd taken too long, and to lie on his stomach, right there on the front lawn next to the sidewalk. Jimmy kinda whimpered, then went down on his knees and fell over on his side. Stretching out, he rolled back on his belly and lay still.
We went to his feet and each grabbed an ankle and brought his feet up so his soles were facing the sky. Jeffy told Jimmy that because he'd been so slow, we were going to warm his feet up a bit. He was going to get twenty-five swats on the bottoms of his feet, then he was gonna run around the block again. Jimmy wiggled a little, and again a little whimper snuck by the gag. Jeffy and I started whacking his soles with the rulers. By the time we had twenty-five done, his legs were jerking, and his soles were nice and red. We got him up again and watched him dance from foot to foot in the cool grass. Then Jeffy pointed to the sidewalk and said to get going. Yep, off he went, the streetlights flashing off his butt as he ran.
I say to Jeffy how many times could we send him around the block, and Jeffy says that this should likely be the last, because if the neighbors saw him, they might raise hell when his mom got home. But I shouldn't worry, because he had lots of ideas left. That's one thing about Jeffy, he's an idea man... err, not always great ideas, but lots and lots of them.
So... when Jimmy came tearing back up the sidewalk, Jeffy directed him through the gate and into the backyard. Jimmy looked really relieved to be off the street. Jeffy had him go up on the deck and lay down on his tummy with his feet hanging over the side. Then he went and picked up the ropes that Jimmy had tied himself to the deck post with and came back, tying Jimmy's feet to the edge of the deck. After that, he took a zip tie and fastened Jimmy's big toes together. "Be right back," he says and goes in the house. A few minutes, he comes back out with an ice cream bucket filled with steamy hot water and two stiff scrub brushes. He tells Jimmy that his soles are all dirty from running around in his bare feet, and he can't let him in the house like that, so we're going to clean them up.
Grinning ear to ear, we take the brushes, dip them in the hot water, and go to work on the helpless soles, brushing them without mercy to get them clean again. Boy, didn't Jimmy just wiggle. He was writhing around like a snake with a broken back, and yelling into his underwear something awful. It got worse when we paid attention to the bottoms of his toes, feet flexing and wrinkling, toes splayed and wiggling desperately. This was just so much fun. I was starting to get tented a bit from watching those thrashing feet. In a while, we were finished, and Jimmy's soles were just about shining, they were so clean. We untied him, and Jeffy held the door while he went inside, us guys following right behind.
We put Jimmy in the living room, and Jeffy took a pair of scissors and cut the duct tape around his mouth, the outside kinda coated with snot now... ugh... and peeled it off. Jimmy made a little noise when the tape peeled off around his hair, pulling it something awful, I bet. Finally, Jeffy reached in and pulled the underwear out of Jimmy's mouth. Telling him to keep his mouth shut and don't say anything, Jeffy went and got a glass of water from the kitchen, coming back and giving Jimmy a drink. Jimmy got most of it down, choking a bit and having some run over, because Jeffy poured it into his mouth kinda fast. When he had finished coughing, Jimmy asked Jeffy why he was doing this, and Jeffy up and smacked him right upside the face.He smacked him again with the other hand and kept smacking while he told him that he wasn't to talk without permission, ever. He would keep his mouth shut or he'd get whacked every time, no matter where they were. He was a fucking slave boy, a little pussy bitch, and Jeffy made the rules, and he'd better listen or he'd be really, really sorry, and did he understand. Jimmy nodded, starting to tear up and shut his yap. Jeffy says good, so get over in front of the coffee table and get on his knees.
Jimmy did as he was ordered, and Jeffy went and sat down on the couch. He took off his shoes and peeled his socks, putting his bare feet up on the coffee table and wiggling his toes. He tells Jimmy that since he had been good enough to wash Jimmy's feet, the least Jimmy can do is wash his...with his tongue. Jimmy looked really sad, almost like he was going to cry, then bent down and started licking Jeffy's soles. His tongue ran up and down those soles, as Jeffy ordered him, then flicked in between the toes, and then started sucking each toe one at a time. Jeffy, laughing at him, and calling him toe sucker and human washcloth, and tongue boy, had him do both feet three times. Then it was my turn. I kicked off my shoes (I don't wear socks much, except when it gets really cold) and put him to work slurping my toe jam. I have to admit it felt really fine, this foot licking, and I enjoyed every minute, not to mention watching this big kid who could break me in half likely, doing what I told him like a six-year-old. It was all very exciting...and I was getting excited. This was POWER, man, and I was loving it.
After Jimmy had finished my feet, Jeffy had him head down to the bathroom. While he had been sucking my toes, Jeffy had put a chair in the shower stall. He had Jimmy sit in the chair, and with the ropes laying on the floor, tied him down, ropes at the waist and above the nipples secured his upper body tightly, and then his legs were spread and his ankles bound to the back legs, leaving his feet off the floor and wiggling. When he was finished, Jimmy could only squirm a bit, unable to actually move himself or the chair at all. Then Jeffy stuffed one of the dirty socks he had taken off earlier in Jimmy's mouth, tying the other one around his head, knotting it in the front tightly, pushing the gag deep into his mouth.
We stood admiring his work for a few minutes, asking Jimmy if the socks tasted good and if he minded having a shower now and some other things too. Then Jeffy reached in and turned on the cold water. Jimmy jerked against the ropes, twisting, trying to get out of the cold stream, to no use. Jeffy told Jimmy we had some stuff to do, but he had better get used to it 'cause he was gonna have one of these every morning till their mom got home. Then, laughing, we told him to enjoy, and went back to the living room, leaving him squirming on the chair, yelling into his gag, eyes big and begging. Oh my, those eyes. I never knew how eyes could say stuff without any words. It was great!
We laughed and talked for a while in the living room, congratulating ourselves on our conquest, and thinking about what we could do with our boy for the next two weeks. You have to admit, it had potential, especially for a couple of young guys. It was just so fucking HOT to watch an older guy running naked right out in public, just 'cause you told him to. Makes me get a stiffy just thinking about it. (Ohhh, it really does...umm...be back in a few...stiffy break).
Ahhh, there we go, that's better...now where was I? Oh yeah, we were in the living room. Anyway, Jeffy gets up and goes to the basement and brings up a chain and a couple of padlocks. He takes them into Jimmy's bedroom and attaches the chain to the leg and crosspiece at the head of the bed and puts on one of the locks. "Ok," he says, "that's ready, let's go see how he's doing." We walk back into the bathroom and checked our blue boy. Well, not exactly blue, but damned cold for sure. Jeffy turned off the water and we untied a shivering seventeen-year-old from the chair. His dingus looked like it was trying to crawl into his tummy to get warm, and we laughed at its little size, causing Jimmy's face to turn beet red. We laughed at that too. Jimmy was stood, dripping wet and vibrating, while Jeffy tied his feet together, then made a loop in a piece of rope and slipped it over his cock and balls, tightening it till Jimmy yelped into the socks stuffed in his mouth. Jeffy gave a pull and Jimmy bunny-hopped a couple of steps, then we hopped him back to the living room. Jeffy went outside, and brought in the rulers, giving me one, and told Jimmy he needed to dry up a bit, so he should start hopping around the living room. We helped him along, when he slowed down, by whacking his butt cheeks, making him jerk and thrust his balls forward trying to lessen the contact. You'd have pissed yourself watching him. You really would have. He bounced around a while, with us giggling and smacking him pretty hard, his butt getting all red again, his balls jiggling up and down, then Jeffy told him we were getting tired and it was time to go to bed. We hopped him to his bedroom and his eyes got all big when he saw the chain. Jeffy made him lay down on his stomach, then put the chain around his neck and clicked the lock on. "You sleep on the floor," he was told, "because Ricky (that's me, remember?) was going to sleep in his bed tonight, and he better do whatever Ricky wants." I thought this was pretty nice of Jeffy, giving me his big bro for the night, when he could have just as easily claimed him for himself. Sooo...is Jeffy the bestest friend or what? He told me I could please myself, and use the ruler if Jimmy didn't behave, but I shouldn't take too long 'cause we had all day tomorrow and he wanted to get started early. I said ok and sat on the edge of the bed. I asked Jimmy if I took the socks out of his mouth, was he gonna be good? He nodded, and I told him the same rule went for me as for Jeffy. He wouldn't talk unless I told him he could and did he understand? He nodded again, so I get on my knees and undid the knot in the sock and freed up his mouth. He kinda worked his mouth a bit, but was really good and didn't say a word. I kinda sat there for a few minutes thinking about what I should do to him. Hey...this was all new to me, so I thought about it a bit. That's what I do, I think things over before I get into it, not like Jeffy who holds his nose and cannonballs before he gives it any thought at all. It did occur to me that I still had a terrific hard-on, and Jimmy was a hard-on expert, so to speak, at least he should know how, judging by the stuff on his computer, even if he had never actually DONE it with anybody. Hmmm, had he done it with anybody? So I ask him if he actually had blown anybody ever. To my surprise, he nods yes, and I ask who. He tells me that he'd sucked Sammy Shield's cock. Sammy was Jimmy's friend, they hung together a lot, so now I knew why. I asked how many times, and he says lots of times. So I ask if Sammy was making him suck his cock, and Jimmy says yeah, Sammy let him suck his cock once, then threatened to tell everyone at school if he didn't do it regularly. So I ask him if Sammy was his Master or something, and he says no, not really, but he kinda has to do what Sammy says to do, although he doesn't make him do embarrassing stuff, just sex things. Now wasn't that just interesting? Just when you think you know somebody...go figure.
So I drop my pants and undies and plonk down in front of Jimmy, kinda sticking my woodie in his face and tell him to start making the swelling go away. I skittled up close to him, my legs on either side and ol' faithful rubbing his nose. Didn't he just glom onto me and start working up and down. Jeez, it was like getting hooked up to a Hoover. I gotta tell you, I've never had anything like it in my whole short life. Getting the idea I liked it? You betcha. I didn't last very long, (hey! it's not like I'd been doing this sort of thing every day, you know) and in no time at all, dufus had a mouthful of Ricky cum. He didn't gag or nothing, just swallowed like it was chocolate pudding. Wow. I was thinking this was gonna be a GREAT year. Anyway, I found I was pretty tired about then, so I took off my tee, got into Jimmy's bed and got ready to go to sleep. I thought about it for a couple of minutes, then took a pillow, and got up again and put it under Jimmy's head. Then I took the spare blanket and covered him with it. Seemed to me he'd been pretty good, blowing me without whining or anything, so there was no reason to be mean. He took a chance and said thank you, figuring I wouldn't spaz about him talking when he wasn't supposed to, and I told him no problem. Then I got back into bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.
I was woken the next morning to the sound of someone whining and crying. I rolled over and looked at Jimmy, to find him on his stomach, Jeffy on top just fucking his ass like a bunny. He didn't even stop, just looked up at me and grinned, still thrusting hard into Jimmy's jiggling ass. I say "Hey," and Jeffy says "Hhheyyyy," kinda catching a breath in the middle. Jimmy was letting out little cries every time Jeffy bottomed out. This was MOST interesting. Finally, Jeffy got this weird look on his face and yeowed, then collapsed on Jimmy's back, breathing harshly. I sat up and asked him if he was ok, and he just giggled and told me he was SO all right, and did I wanna get rid of my morning stiffie. I thought about this for, oh, four or five seconds anyway, then got on top of Jimmy and stuck my dingus into his ass. He went "AHHH" and his head came up when I got in. He started kicking his feet again as I pumped away, just like he had when Jeffy was doin' the deed. His ass moved around a bit, like it was trying to get away, but I kept on keepin' on.I found it felt better the harder I pushed, so my pubes kind of bounced off the skinny ass underneath as I whaled away, feeling stuff I'd never felt before. This was my first real fuck (so tell me how many you'd had at my age), and I figured I was going to enjoy it...and I did. It didn't seem very long until I popped and collapsed onto Jimmy's back just like Jeffy had.
I lay there for a minute or two, catching my breath, then looked over at Jeffy. He was sitting, with his back against the bed, laughing fit to die. I didn't think I was that funny, and started to chew on him a bit, but he shook his head and said it wasn't me, idiot, it was his jerkoff brother. This was going to be so much fun, because bro had no choice and he didn't have the guts to quit, because he was scared what the guys at school would do to him if they found out about his computer files.
When I was finished, Jeffy unlocked the chain around Jimmy's neck and told him to get his worthless ass into the bathroom. He had him sit on the shower chair and we tied him to it again, like before, his feet tied to the back rungs, off the floor, so he couldn't move it around. Jimmy started to beg Jeffy not to give him another shower, but got stopped in mid-beg, as it were, by Jeffy smacking his face, and yelling at him not to say a fucking word without Jeffy's permission. That kind of shut him up until we turned on the cold water really hard, and stood laughing as Jimmy yelped and wiggled in the chair. Jeffy grabbed my arm and said c'mon, and we went and left Jimmy and his shrinking dink and went out to the kitchen, starting to hunt for something to eat. We fed ourselves, doing some toast and orange juice and a couple of cut-up cantaloupe, all while Jimmy sat shivering in the can.
By the time Jeffy and I went back to the bathroom to get Jimmy, he was sitting with his teeth chattering. We got him untied and didn't even dry him off, just grabbed his cock and pulled him down the hall and into the living room. Jeffy had him lay down on the floor, and then using a pair of scissors, snipped the duct tape holding his arms behind him. We ripped off the tape, pulling arm hair and all with it, enjoying Jimmy's little cries as the gluey stuff came off reluctantly. Then Jeffy made him stand up and start hopping up and down on the spot, his arms rigid at his sides, until he dried off. It was hilarious watching his cock and balls jiggling like a bowl of jello, and we laughed and pointed and said things to Jimmy as he bounced along. After a while, Jeffy thought Jimmy was dry enough, and ordered him to stop. Then he told Jimmy he was going to take us to the park this morning, and just a minute while he got something for him to wear. He came back in a minute or two with a pair of his old tighty-whiteys and tossed them to Jimmy and told him to put them on. Of course, they were too small for Jimmy, his crotch hair showing above the waistband and the crack of his ass partially visible from behind. Then Jeffy told Jimmy that we wanted some money. We wouldn't look wherever Jimmy had it, but he knew it wasn't all in the bank, because then people would ask questions, so he had it stashed somewhere.
He named a sum that made me choke and told Jimmy to go get it. (I know, I know, you all want to know how much...right? Sorry, but that's business, you know? I'm sure you understand.) Jimmy just stood and stared for a moment, then, sighing, padded off to his room. In a few moments, he came back with a handful of bills, giving them to his little brother, who cut the pile in half and gave one portion to me. Jeffy said thanks, and from now on he and I would get a certain amount every week, come hell or high water. No excuses. So Jimmy was to keep on what he was doing and it damned well better be profitable, and did Jimmy understand. Jimmy nodded sadly and we had us an income.
Then Jeffy went down the hall into his mother's room, came back with a small medicine-type bottle with a rubber ball on the top of an eyedropper thingy. He went to the kitchen cabinet under the sink and took a sponge out of a package. He wetted the sponge and squeezed it out, then came back to the living room. He told Jimmy to open his mouth, and popped the sponge right in. Then he took the eyedropper and squeezed a liquid onto Jimmy's bottom lip, cheek to cheek. He had Jimmy close his mouth normally (well, as normal as he could with his cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk), and told him not to move his lips until he had permission. He turned to me, holding out the bottle, saying it was the stuff doctors used on skin and flesh to close wounds without stitches. His mother had brought some home when Jeffy had done a one-and-a-half gainer off his bike and opened up the side of his face. Grinning widely, he watched Jimmy for a couple of minutes, then told him he could move now. Oh, the look, the look, when Jimmy realized his lips were glued together. He really tried to get them apart for a little while. We were just laughing our guts out when he tried to say something and all that came out was "mmmmmph." Funny or what?
Jeffy picked up Jimmy's car keys off the coffee table and tossed them to him, saying "Let's go." Jimmy's eyes got really, really big when he realized he was going out in a teeny pair of whiteys that barely covered his gonads and had the wind whistling up his crack. To make it worse, Jeffy told him to get down on his hands and knees and crawl out to the car. We giggled ourselves silly watching this skinny jerkoff crawl down the front steps, his crack flexing with every, uh, step? crawl? whatever! Anyway, off we went to the park. This is a county park, and is about eight or nine miles from the house, just on the other side of the city. It is close enough to have bus service, and is well wooded, with a man-made lake in the middle. There are also large open expanses of lawn with picnic tables scattered around for folks to do the family thing. What it was, was a place where any teen with or without a car could go and hang on the weekends, and most of the summer for some. Lots of quiet places to be off by themselves if they wanted, or mingle with the civilians if they desired. They had a takeout place on one end, and washrooms scattered around so it was a full-service park, and was used heavily.
The first thing Jeffy did when we got to the park was have Jimmy park in a bus zone. Jimmy looked puzzled but did as he was directed. When we got out, he kind of held back until Jeffy got a little sharp with him, and he stood looking so like a dork in his little teeny whiteys beside the car. Jeffy led the way and Jimmy and I followed along as we crossed the driveway and across a parking lot, Jimmy tenderfooting as the gravel bit at his soft soles. We crossed a big open area and settled on a picnic table on the far side where we could see up to the lake, and across the parking lot to where Jimmy's car sat, a pretty good view of anything happening in the open. Jimmy's face was red as a fire truck, really embarrassed, which of course, amused us to no end. Jeffy dropped his backpack on the table, reached in and pulled out the super, super glue. He had Jimmy hold out his right hand, palm up, then put the liquid in a line up each finger, then ran a line around the entire palm, finishing with an X in the middle. He told Jimmy to reach behind himself and grasp his left wrist. Jimmy did as he was ordered, but I think he was getting a little panicky now, his eyes were starting to tear up, chubby cheeks and all. Four minutes later, Jimmy was effectively self-trussed as the glue melded his hand to his wrist behind his back. Laughing steadily, Jeffy went back into the pack and pulled out a length of rope, had Jimmy back up to the picnic table, and tied his ankles to the bottom of one leg. So there he was left standing with his mouth unable to make noise, his hands unable to do anything, and his legs unable to walk, his cock and balls all but hanging out of a pair of way-too-small underwear. Can you see it? Huh? Great, huh? Well, hang on, 'cause it wasn't over yet. To finish it off, Jeffy took another short piece of rope, pulled the front of the underwear down and wound this rope round and round the base of his cock and balls, pulling them tight, then pulled the shorts up again. It looked really funny because the rope really made his package bulge out, and the shorts were stretched really tight, so you could see his balls AND the rope from the side, and the ass crack just got longer. Okay, now you got the whole picture. We stood admiring Jeffy's work, agreeing that it was a pretty picture, with pussy boy looking like...well...a pussy boy. Gales of laughter here.
So Jeffy says to me to hang for a while and buggers off towards the takeout place on the other side of the park, so I sit on the table, my feet on the seat and chat at Jimmy a bit. From behind, I can see he's really trying to get his hand unglued from his wrist, but that stuff was just fantastic, didn't give an inch. In a little while, I was a bit bored, so I get down and go around in front of Jimmy and see if my finger will fit in his belly button. Well, didn't that just make him wiggle and squirm, twisting his body desperately trying to escape the sonic digit. I thought this was just all right and started wiggling it a bit. Yep, he seemed to notice. He started saying things that didn't get out, but I was sure he was saying bad, bad things to me. The good part was that as a side effect, his dork started to swell. Like there was room. All of his balls came into sight and the bottom of his shaft with the rope wound around, as ol' faithful popped up and out. Oh my, wasn't it just funnier than a roomful of clowns.
I was still making him wiggle when Jeffy got back, holding a bottle of water. He took in the scene and started laughing, telling me I had potential for sure. Then, with a big grin, he held out the water bottle for me to touch.Man, it was just ice cold, he must have gotten it out of the chilled dispenser. I knew what was gonna happen next, so I went back up on the table and grabbed Jimmy's hair, and pulled him arched back over the top. He squawked a bit, shaking his head trying to get away from the hair pull. He squawked a hell of a lot more when Jeffy uncorked that ice water and poured it all over his standing up pecker, soaking the shorts and making Mr. Johnson scrabble for cover. Ahhh, Jesus, my sides were hurting by now. Just about then, Jeffy had me turn Dufus's head towards where his car was parked. A friggin' tow truck was picking it up on the hook. Seems Jeffy had made a phone call to the security company for the park and complained about this car parked in the bus zone. The look on Jimmy's face was just precious. Oh my, oh my, I told you Jeffy was an idea guy. Poor old Jimmy watched helplessly as his ride went out the driveway, figuring a hundred-dollar release tag at the yard, not that he couldn't afford it.
We laughed at Jimmy for a while, then Jeffy opened his pack again and made a show of fumbling around in it. Ahh jeez, he says, telling Jimmy that somehow he'd left the release agent for the glue at home, darn it. Sorry, his fault. Anyway, he says, now we've got money, he thinks we'll catch the bus downtown. Seeing as how Jimmy appeared to be broke and nowhere to keep money anyway, he guessed Jimmy was gonna have to walk all the way home, but don't worry 'cause Jeffy'd make sure the keys were safely in his pocket. It wouldn't take too long to get on his knees and pick the ropes on his ankles, but he guessed the cock rope was going to be out of reach. It was okay, the shorts should dry in a while and his pecker wouldn't be so visible through the wet fabric. Have a nice day.
Jeffy did up the straps on his pack, and we turned to go over to the bus stop, where we could watch Jimmy as we waited for the bus to arrive. Jeffy stopped, and said to Jimmy, who had tears rolling down his cheeks, that this was just the beginning. Things like this were going to happen all the time now, and Jimmy better get used to it. We were going to have SUCH a fun time with him, over and over. He was Jeffy's bitch now.
We went over and sat down in the shelter, watching Jimmy drop to his knees and start picking frantically at the ankle ropes with his one unglued hand. Laughing ourselves silly, we got on the bus and headed downtown with full pockets and full chests, filled with POWER. Ten-four.
We spent the day downtown, doing the rounds of the arcades, picked up a few DVDs, and I got some new jeans and a couple of tees. Jeffy was looking at a whole new stereo system when I pulled him aside and had a little chat. So here's the deal. We can buy small stuff that kinda fades in with everything else, but if we go and start buying really expensive stuff, adults are gonna notice and sooner or later we'll have to answer some VERY hard questions and they'll take the money, and we'll have nothing but a lot of trouble. Jeffy got a bit huffy and wanted to know what the hell was the use in having money if you couldn't use it, so I told him the idea was to keep the money so we COULD spend it. Got it? On the other hand, unlimited pizza and chicken, and subs were okay, and some clothes could get by the customs inspectors (parents). Had to be careful with shoes, 'cause they usually sit right by the door where everyone can see them. DVDs and computer things are okay, 'cause parents don't know squat about those anyway. Whole stereos or computers are a no-no, 'cause folks notice new. But, parts for these things might be okay if they aren't too big or stand out. Besides, you never know when you're gonna need a few bucks, you know, for smoke or drag, or X, and stuff. If you have a PlayStation, games are okay, just don't pile them all in one spot, so dad can count them. Anything you can't bring home has to go in the school locker, and you're fucked come summer, 'cause you gotta find another spot for it, so new shoes that will get worn can go there for a while. Once he understood the basics, he got all right with the program. I also didn't know how long this 'beating brother love' was going to last, and I wanted to have something left over if it died too soon. (See, told you I was a thinker).
The other thing that was bothering me was what to do with Jimmy. I wasn't sure the glue thing was a good deal, I mean, funnier than hell, but I didn't think it was very safe, and we hadn't checked to see how good the release agent worked. Jeffy shrugged and said we'd deal with it when the time came. See? That's just what I was talking about. When the time came might be way too late.
So...when it came time to go home, I had Jeffy come over to my place, and after dropping off our stuff in my room, we scooted over to the garage and stomped up the stairs and knocked on Ron's door.
Ron was home. He's usually home 'cause he works out of his place. He started setting up web sites when he was seventeen, and went from there. He must be making money, 'cause he just got a new Vette last month, and that's cool. Not as cool as a tricked-out Civic maybe, but pretty cool. Ron opens the door and says hey. We say hey, and go in. He's smiling, and I think he almost gave me a hug, but stopped in time. (I guess it'd be okay with Jeffy, 'cause Jeffy hangs with us quite a bit.) So he asks how we're doing and what's up, and I tell him we're fine and what does he know about slaves? I know he knows about slaves because I walked in one night and his friend Sandy was tied up on the coffee table with no clothes on, and a gag and collar and everything.
He looked a little surprised and looks at me kinda funny, and asks if I have a slave. I tell him that we do, kinda, and we want to know stuff about being a Master.
WRONG question!!!!!!
You know when you ask your dad why the car's not running, and he gives you a two-hour lecture on the workings of the internal combustion engine? Well, that's what we did with Ron. He started up, and you couldn't find the 'mute' button. We ended up telling him everything about Jimmy and what we'd done to him. He told us about responsibility and obligations (What is it that makes a great guy go adult when he turns twenty?) and all sorts of stuff. He laughed at the thought of Jimmy walking home almost bare naked, but reamed us about the glue and the gag. What would happen if he started to choke, or something...how would they get the airway clear? And on and on.
I noticed Jeffy's eyes were going out of focus, and gave him a rib-elbow to get him to pay attention.
Anyway, we learned a whole lot, and Ron told me to load the files I had to his computer, so Jimmy couldn't get them all if he decided to fight back. Bestest bro or what?
In the end, we figured we'd gotten a dog out of the deal, 'cause it seemed we had to look after a new slave just like a puppy. Feed and water him, let him go potty, get him used to doing what he was told, punishing if he did bad, and petting when he did good. Jeez, we thought it was all tie and fuck, and thump and fuck, and tickle and fuck...ah, you get the idea. So Jeffy and I went back to my room and talked it over. We decided we'd take some of the things from Ron, and most of the things from us. You know, compromise. So we could...ummm...feed and fuck, punish and fuck, fuck and fuck...never mind! So we kinda laid around for the rest of the day, generally doing not much at all. We put on shorts and lay out in the sun, then ordered a pizza around supper time and put in a vid to watch. The dufus rolled in about five-thirty looking like a beat puppy. Mouth and hand still glued, underwear sorta covering him, and a bit of a burn on his back...sun'll do that after a while, I guess. Something else we hadn't thought about. His cheeks had little trails down them like he'd been crying a lot, and he was snotted up pretty bad. All things considered, we thought he looked altogether hilarious.
Jeffy went and got the release agent, and luckily, it worked without too much trouble. In no time at all, he was kneeling in the kitchen sucking back about a gallon of water, and his stomach growling something awful, 'cause he hadn't eaten all day. His feet were filthy, and a couple of blisters on his soles had burst, so we figured we'd better let him get cleaned up. We sent him off to get a shower and sat down waiting for the pizza.
Jimmy came back to the living room after his shower and found we had things set up for him, a heavy chair (damned heavy) facing the couch. We had him sit in the chair and tied him, hands behind, ropes around upper chest and waist, knees bound and ankles tied, with a rope pulled to the back of the couch so his legs were straight out, heels resting on the couch. He was practically immovable, only able to wiggle his fingers and toes a bit. We checked out his soles and found they were not as bad as we had thought, and were still ticklish around the heels and toes. To give him credit, he hadn't opened his mouth since he came in the house, even though his stomach kept introducing itself, growling on a regular basis. The rope around his privates was still there, although a little wet, doing its job. The pizza arrived, and I went to get a couple of sodas while Jeffy paid for it. He decided the only place for the hot box to be convenient for us was on Jimmy's lap, right over his cock. He opened it up while Jimmy squirmed against the ropes, his pecker being overly warmed by the box, the smell of a fully dressed wafting up to torment poor hungry Jimmy. Awwww, wasn't that just darn mean of Jeffy? Jeffy helped himself to a slice and asked Jimmy if he wanted some. Jimmy nodded, likely afraid to talk even with permission. Jeffy grinned and told him he was sorry, but there was just enough for him and me, but maybe he'd find something for Jimmy later, before he was chained for the night. Jimmy just looked sad and nodded silently.We put in another movie and watched it while Jimmy sat facing us. We tickled his feet now and again, and he was giggling and squirming until we couldn't hear the movie anymore, so Jeffy turned it off.
He told me to hang, he'd be right back and went down the hall. When he came back, he had a couple of paint brushes in his hand. I thought we were going to work his toes, but Jeffy moved up and, taking the box off Jimmy's lap, started to run the brush up and down his shaft. I thought this might be interesting and started brushing the sack. Well, didn't Jimmy just start wiggling as Mr. Johnson started climbing up his tummy. We worked at this for a while, and I was getting bored, but Jeffy said not to stop. He'd read about doing this on the net and it said to keep on for a long time, so I shrugged and began again. After a while, Jimmy started breathing very hard. We thought this was worth a chuckle or two, and Jeffy started asking Jimmy if he'd like to cum. Jimmy just groaned a bit, so we brushed a little harder, Jeffy running the brush over Jimmy's head, just to watch it twitch. By now, Jimmy was in full squirm and just amusing us to no end. He began to whimper as the heartless brushes licked his privates without a stop. Up, down, up, down, lick the tip, up, down, up, down. Poor Jimmy was just wanting to cum like he'd never wanted to before. His feet were thrashing, tugging against the ropes, trying to get his legs up to block the brushes, but nothing was working for him, except his dingus. Jeffy told him that if he begged hard enough and long enough, we might stop, or maybe not, but he'd never know unless he tried. In a few more minutes, Jimmy was begging for Jeffy to let him cum, whimpering a bit between begs. Jeffy talked to him steadily, telling him what a piece of poop he was, how he was just a faggot bitch and how he wanted us to fuck his ass, and how he should start begging us to do all these things to him, which he accommodatingly did almost immediately. Jeffy laughed at him and told me to keep stroking, and got up and went down to his room and came back with a camcorder. He told Jimmy to keep on begging, telling us the things he wanted us to do to him.
Jimmy was pretty inventive, I gotta admit. He was telling us things that were on his computer, and babbling steadily, all of which Jeffy got on tape. Then Jeffy told him if he wanted me to stop, he had to tell us what he wanted the hunks at school to do to him, and make sure to say all the names of these studs. Yep, just like a runaway train, Jimmy just rapped on and on, taking up a hell of a lot of time on the 'corder, thrusting his piece at the brush to try and get a pop. He was wiggling something awful, pulling at the ropes so hard that marks were starting to show up on his chest and even his knee ties. He was sweating something fearsome now, his forehead and chest shining under the lights. As for me, I was getting right into tormenting this jerkoff, who had made Jeffy's and my life miserable from time to time. Every time he jerked and whimpered, every time he pulled against the ropes, I did one more brushing, each one for a smack he had given Jeffy for nothing but a bad temper. Was I enjoying this? Fucking A.
So Jeffy got a shitload of Jimmy begging, and Jimmy got a shitload of...shit!
He was outright crying now, so Jeffy had me stop and we sat down on the couch and watched him for a while. We figured we'd cheer him up a little, so we went to work on his feet, which were just sitting there not doing anything except hanging off his legs. Didn't seem to help 'cause he started screaming, and still wiggling, and still crying, but we were having fun, and the thought was in the right place.
We did that for a while, just watching his feet thrash around, then Jeffy went and got some clothespins. We tied his big toes together and started putting the clothespins on the others, one at a time. Jeffy, never one to keep all the fun in one area, got up and clipped a couple onto Jimmy's nipples. Jimmy didn't seem to care for this treatment, 'cause he really hollered when they started squeezing his tits.
We played with his feet for a while, then Jeffy went back and started stroking his shaft again, slowly and lightly, the other hand tickling the head from time to time.
By this time, all of us had a big ol' throbbing hard-on. Jeffy and I stopped pestering Jimmy for a while, and just sat back and enjoyed our erections, letting them subside and rapping a bit. Jimmy was a sight for sure, all covered in sweat and with the tears making trails on his cheeks and everything. Poor Jimmy had had a bad day all the way round and we were kinda at a wall about what to do next, so we sat back and gave it some thought. Jeffy just sat there looking at his brother with the meanest look on his face. I got the idea he wasn't having as good a time as he made out. Shit, payback is one thing, but it's hard to really hate your own brother, and not feel sorry for him. I asked him if he thought Jimmy had had enough for one day, and he just shook his head. Then he said for me to call Ron and ask if we could come over. I didn't know what he was up to, but his head scoots off north every once in a while, so I out with the cell and buzzed my bro. Ron said sure we could come over, and how was the slave deal coming, and I told him that's what we wanted to talk about, and he said to bring it on. I told Jeffy we could go over and he said to untie Jimmy.
We had him free (except for his hands, which we retied behind his back) and up on his feet, sore toes and all. Jeffy tossed a thicker rope around his neck and off we went. Jimmy kinda pulled a bit at the door, being naked and still erect and everything, but Jeffy turned and smacked him a half dozen times, one right after the other, and Jimmy got really obedient. That's how we went up the street, Jeffy and me walking together and Jimmy just following along in the altogether (joke, joke). We went up the steps on the garage and walked into Ron's place. We had Jimmy kneel in the middle of the living room and sat down to talk to Ron. He asked what the problem was, and I looked at Jeffy, seeing's how this was his idea. Jeffy just kinda sat for a moment or two and didn't say anything, then started up. It seems he really didn't want to hurt Jimmy all that much, but he wanted to, like, embarrass him every day. Ron said that he wanted to humiliate Jimmy, not embarrass, and Jeffy said that yeah, that was the word, humiliate, and he wanted to make Jimmy put out for us any time we wanted 'cause that really humiliated him, but did it really since, according to the computer, this is what he wanted.
Ron laughed, and I shook my head, not at all sure what he had just said. Ron said, yeah those things would humiliate the hell out of Jimmy, and it was okay if he wanted it, 'cause he'd be easier to control, but the real question was, what did Jeffy get out of it. (a great hard-on?) Ron said that Jeffy wanted control, 'cause that's what turned him on. So if Jeffy was feeling guilty, he shouldn't, 'cause Jimmy wanted it to happen to him, and Jeffy wanted to do it. So use Jimmy all he wanted. He was the Boss-boy, the Master, and he could do what he wanted, but he should be sure it was something he really wanted, and not just do something 'cause he thought he had to. If he didn't want to do anything at all to Jimmy for a whole week, then that was all right 'cause Jeffy was the boss, and Jimmy had to go along with whatever was wanted of him. You following this? Yeah, me neither really. I think it all came down to Jeffy not having to hurt Jimmy, just to hurt him. It should have some meaning.
Jeffy sat getting his mind around all this, and Ron sat back and waited. That's the thing about Ron, he's a great listener, and he won't rush you if he sees you need some time to figure. All this stuff was said right in front of Jimmy and he didn't say a peep. Just sat there looking at the floor, so being the disturber that I am, asked Ron what about Jimmy?
Ron said we'd get to Jimmy in a bit, but he wanted Jeffy to have things straight first.
Jeffy looked over and said he thought he had it now, and thanks, and what about fart-face?
Ron smiled and asked Jeffy if he could talk to his slave for a bit. Jeffy looked a little confused, then said yea, go ahead. Ron said that Jimmy should pay attention, and Jimmy looked up at Ron and said Yes Sir. Ron asked how Jimmy liked being Jeffy's slave-boy, and Jimmy said it was humiliating, but exciting too, 'cause he didn't know just what Jeffy was gonna do.
Boy, didn't that take Jeffy and me by surprise.
Ron asked if Jimmy was willing to continue being his little brother's boy-toy if the computer stuff was returned to him. Jimmy said no, it likely wouldn't work if he didn't have to obey Jeffy, 'cause he was bigger and could just smack Jeffy if he got smart. But this way he had to do what he was told, 'cause he really couldn't afford to have that stuff get back to school. Really, really, couldn't, so Jeffy had him by the short hairs, and it worked that way.
Ron nodded and said that's what he thought.
Jeffy and I must have been some sight, looking at each other with our jaws covering our belly buttons and all. Fuck..Jimmy was really into it. Who'd a thunk it? Wasn't that a bitch? Ron looked at Jeffy and asked if he followed that, and Jeffy said he sure did and he understood a lot more stuff now. He said he was gonna take his slave home now and thanks for the help.
Ron kinda smiled and said Jeffy was welcome, and he should get his slave a collar to wear. Jeffy said he would tomorrow, after jerk-off went and got his car back.
So everybody got up and we went back to the house, with our willing (sort of) slave-boy in tow. | 3 |
114,389 | A Painful Day | Henry Montague arrived home a little late. He had been to a business meeting that had adjourned to the pub, and several pints of bitter and a couple of whiskies later, Henry had finally torn himself away and caught his train home. The short walk from the station to his large detached house in Laburnum Avenue refreshed him, and he was in a cheerful mood when he arrived home. However, the house was quiet, and when he went into the kitchen, he found a note:
"Henry, Dinner is in the oven. I'm in bed with a headache. Melissa is in the corner in your study. Mary"
Henry smiled wearily. His wife's headaches were a constant pain - for him, that is! Why did she insist on suffering so badly from 'nerves'? He turned his attention to the plate in the oven. Mary was not a good cook at the best of times, and this dried-up concoction looked even less appetizing than usual. He thoughtfully put the plate down for the dog, who sniffed it contemptuously and walked off. Henry scraped the plate into the bin. That left Melissa.
Henry walked purposefully towards his study. His euphoric mood went with him. He opened the door and walked in. There in the corner, opposite him and facing the wall, was his eleven-year-old stepdaughter, Melissa. As usual, she was dressed very prettily. One of Mary's fads was that her only child should look like an outdated chocolate box. Melissa's fair hair was arranged in ringlets with ribbons and bows, which were at present flattened by Melissa's hands on the top of her head. She had on a white top with short puff sleeves and a fancy collar, all trimmed with lace. Over this, she wore a very short cotton pinafore dress with a pattern of tiny multi-coloured flowers, again decorated with lace. After a wondrously long expanse of tapering bare thigh, Melissa wore knee-high white socks and pink pumps.
As always, Henry Montague's heart bounded at the sight of his stepdaughter, but he controlled his emotion and asked briskly, "Well, my girl, what is all this about?"
Melissa turned to face him. "Well, Daddy," she began earnestly, "I made myself a drum kit out of a couple of saucepan lids and an old plastic bin and-"
Melissa's account was long and involved, but Henry Montague did not bother to listen, instead marveling at his stepdaughter's beauty. How could anyone have eyes that large, or that blue? Eyelashes so long and lightly curled should only come from a fairy tale. The angle of the subtly up-tilted nose could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. Those lips must surely have been kissed by angels. The dimples in her cheek and chin could only have been indented by the touch of cherubim.
"-so Mummy sent me in here to wait for you and went to bed with a headache," Melissa concluded. She looked at him hopefully. She had worked out her excuses beforehand and felt they were thoroughly convincing.
"Hm," frowned Henry Montague, who had hardly heard a word. "You have been a very naughty little girl, and it will be my painful duty to give you a sound spanking."
"Yes, Daddy," Melissa said demurely. Despite her earlier short-lived optimism, she was not that surprised that her plea for clemency had been turned down - it always was. She was going to be in for a very painful and deeply embarrassing time. She loved and respected her stepfather, and did not doubt his authority to spank her. She just wished he would not do it quite so hard, quite so often, for quite so long, or in quite such a humiliating manner.
"Turn around and face the wall until I am ready for you," Henry instructed sternly. As his stepdaughter obeyed, Henry Montague went over to his desk. He opened one of the drawers. Inside were a thick, eighteen-inch ruler, a plimsoll, and a table tennis bat. He considered these objects for a few moments, then smiled and put all three on top of his desk. He closed that drawer and opened another. From this, he took several buckled straps of various widths and lengths and some sticky parcel tape.
His preparations completed, Henry Montague returned to Melissa in the corner and came up behind her. "Raise your arms," he instructed curtly. Melissa took her hands from her head and put them up in the manner of an outlaw surrendering in a Western. Henry unbuttoned the back of Melissa's pinafore dress, took hold of the hem, and lifted it off over her shoulders, head, and hands. He tossed it onto a nearby chair. He looked again at his stepdaughter. She was wearing pale blue panties with - as expected - a lacy frill around the legs. The knickers were of the decent juvenile type. Mary did not believe in any tweenage nonsense about young adult fashions for her daughter and kept her dressed very definitely as a child, which suited Henry Montague perfectly. Melissa's plumply prominent bottom stretched the silky material like a second skin, outlining her cheeks and central crease.
After taking his time examining his stepdaughter's charming bum, Henry Montague put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Melissa's lovely features held an expression of such doleful resignation that Henry almost laughed aloud, but he managed to keep a straight face of stern duty. His eyes travelled over her thin cotton top. The nipples of her small breasts were obvious as they pressed against the fine material. His eyes continued downwards over a small patch of tummy to the wrinkled front of her panties, against which her bulging slit was clearly defined.
Melissa felt uncomfortable as her stepfather's gaze concentrated on the front of her knickers, but she knew she would be feeling a lot more embarrassed before too long. She also knew that embarrassment would, in any case, soon be the least of her worries.
Henry Montague took hold of Melissa's top and slowly pulled it off over her head. Among the many points of dispute between mother and daughter, the matter of her bra - or rather, lack of her bra - was the one that offended Melissa most. Almost all the girls in her class had one - even Susan Compton who hardly had any breasts at all, and Mary Spence had had one since her tenth birthday! But Melissa did not have a bra; it was absolutely forbidden - a decision with which Henry heartily concurred as his stepdaughter's small bare breasts were revealed.
Henry Montague stared hard at Melissa's breasts. Were they any bigger than when he had last seen them nearly three weeks ago? He could not discern any growth, and he was pleased to say. He thought his stepdaughter's breasts were now a perfect size - just large enough to give her body some shape, but not big enough to dominate it. For her part, Melissa wondered why Daddy was so interested in her breasts. Her mother's must be much bigger and therefore more exciting to a man, surely?
Henry bent down and removed Melissa's pink pumps and then, as she stood first on one leg and then the other, he took off her socks. Henry had many unconventional interests and curious desires, but he was not a foot fetishist; nevertheless, he thought Melissa's feet were the most nearly perfect he had ever set eyes on.
However, feet can only hold so much interest when there are knickers to be taken down, and so Henry straightened up, and his hands reached for the elasticated waistband of Melissa's underwear. Melissa twitched as his hands tickled her tummy and then gasped nervously as her panties were inexorably drawn over her hips, over her thighs, over her knees, over her calves and finally - as she helpfully stepped this way and that - over her ankles and feet. Henry tossed them onto the pile of her other clothes. And looked at his stepdaughter. Apart from the ribbons in her hair, Melissa was as naked as the day she was born.
Despite her embarrassment, Melissa did not attempt to cover herself with her hands. She had tried it a couple of times before and had had her knuckles sharply rapped with the ruler, and so now she reluctantly accepted that she was open to view by her stepfather. He made the most of it. He turned her this way and that, frankly looking at her bottom and her most personal part while she blushed very prettily.
Henry Montague enjoyed his stepdaughter's embarrassment. The soft pink glow that bathed her cheeks simply added to her beauty. But not even Melissa's flawless features could quite distract him from her other attractions. He gazed happily at the bulging slit between her thighs. He was pleased to see that there was no sign yet of even the merest wisp of pubic hair; he had no wish for her childish charm to be covered. He knew in his heart that Melissa's vulva could be little different from that of any other eleven-year-old, but to him it had a special appeal. Likewise, her bottom, which must surely have been similar to that of any other healthily developed girl, but to him was uniquely moulded by the hands of God.
Henry Montague pulled his eyes away from his stepdaughter's delicious form and decided to delay no further in starting on her physical punishment. "Come here," he said firmly and, gripping her right arm, guided her across the room. Melissa obeyed immediately. Her stepfather was many times stronger than she, and being naked was a definite disadvantage in a tussle.As she was marched across the room, Melissa looked towards the desk and noticed the three implements lying there. Her beautiful blue eyes opened even wider. The ruler, the slipper, and the ping-pong paddle - surely Daddy could not be intending to beat her with all three!
Henry Montague took his stepdaughter across to a table and stood Melissa in front of it. He returned to his desk and picked up the parcel tape. He knelt down by Melissa's right foot and, taking hold of her ankle, firmly pulled it towards the table leg. Melissa did not resist - what was the point? Henry found the edge of the sticky tape and pulled off a long strip. He wound the tape several times around Melissa's ankle and the table leg. He moved across to her left leg, which she compliantly opened, and stretched her foot over to the other table leg. This ankle too, Henry bound to the table with brown parcel tape.
"Bend over," he ordered. Melissa obeyed, but Henry was not satisfied with her position. He walked over to the bookcase and took down Volume 1 (Aardvark to Beriberi) of his set of encyclopedias and took it over to the table. He pushed it under Melissa's tummy, but was still not content and returned for Volume 2 (Beryl to Colostomy) and placed it on top of the other. Even now not completely happy with Melissa's position, Henry put his hand between her legs so that his palm rested against her groin and firmly lifted her forward an inch or two so that her bottom was presented at an even more pleasing angle. Finally content, he collected a very long strap from the desk, passed it under the table, and buckled it loosely over Melissa's back.
Henry now went to the other end of the table where he peeled off another length of sticky tape and stuck it in readiness to the back of his fingers. He took hold of his stepdaughter's fine right hand and pulled it determinedly, stretching her arm until the wrist overlapped the table enough to attach it to the table leg with the tape. He then did the same with her left wrist.
Melissa was now very uncomfortable indeed, stretched as she was over the piled books, but worse was to come. Her stepfather first tightened the strap around her middle, pulling her upper body down towards the flat surface of the table; and then he took two shorter straps, passed each of them around her knees and the table legs, and buckled them tight, opening her legs even wider.
Henry Montague admired his handiwork. Melissa was bent over the table. At one end, her head rested on the board with her arms stretched out in front. In the middle, her spine was concave as the strap pulled her down. In contrast, her hips and buttocks were lifted by the two volumes beneath her stomach, while behind her, her legs were stretched indecently wide, exposing her girlish quim.
Melissa knew she must look ridiculous with her bum stuck up in the air, showing off all she had. But something more important than the absurdity of her position was occupying her mind. Most of all, it was the prospect of a spanking soon to be delivered, but another niggling problem was making itself felt as Volume 2 (Beryl to Colostomy) pressed against her bladder. She wished now she had thought to ask Daddy to let her go to the toilet before he started, but it had not occurred to her then, and it was too late now. She had waited in the corner for a long time for him to come home, as he was late, and that, combined with fear and the pressure of Volume 2, were having their effect. She hoped she could last out. The idea of what might happen if she lost control and urinated all over Daddy's encyclopedia did not bear thinking about! But now Daddy was speaking:
"-little pest. So I am going to give you the soundest spanking of your life - so far!"
Wow! Even worse than when she broke Mummy's bone china eggcup? She had been sore for a week after that one! She wished now she had stopped her percussion when Mummy had told her to.
The urge to urinate became even more urgent.
Henry Montague rested his right palm on Melissa's left bottom cheek. He felt the taut skin, and the soft fat and resilient muscle beneath. He pulled the buttock to one side to reveal the puckered ring of her anus. He smiled happily to himself. He knew he was a very lucky man. But it was about time he began. He raised his hand and slapped hard. His red handprint appeared on Melissa's bottom.
"Ow," Melissa complained. She believed in letting Daddy know he had hurt her right from the start. Not that it had ever made any difference that she could tell. She knew she would be howling her head off before he had finished with her.
Henry smacked Melissa's bottom again and kept on smacking. He spanked her hard with a steady rhythm. The first handprint disappeared beneath a dozen others so that they merged into a glowing whole, separated into two halves by the central crease of her bottom.
Henry enjoyed hand-spanking his young stepdaughter, delighting in the sensation of skin on skin. But he was not a man to put up with much discomfort, and his hand was becoming sore. He left Melissa and turned to his desk. He looked at the three implements he had set out on its surface. Which to choose? He picked up the plimsoll. It was a large size with a thick rubber sole. He hefted the slipper by the heel in his hand. Yes, this would do to begin with.
Henry swung the slipper hard, and the sole landed with an explosive 'crack' across Melissa's cheeks. She yelled loudly. Henry nodded with satisfaction. He had known her earlier yelps and squeals were put on and intended only to make his heart more tender. No such luck! The only thing that was going to be tender here was Melissa's bottom! He whacked her again with equally satisfactory result. He kept on whacking her.
Melissa struggled as much as she could, which, bound as she was, was not much. In fact, the only effect of her exertion was that her stepfather enjoyed seeing her jerking hips, squirming bottom, and twitching thighs.
Henry Montague stopped slippering his stepdaughter and went back to his desk. Melissa heard him fiddling with the implements there and nervously tried to twist her head around to see what he was up to. But much as she craned her neck, she couldn't see anything more than a large part of her shoulder and a small part of the room. These spanking sessions with Daddy usually went on for some time, and if this was to be the worst ever- But Daddy was coming back!
Henry Montague had chosen the ruler. He went back behind Melissa and lined it up with the child's right thigh, just above where the knee was strapped to the table leg. He drew back the ruler and, with plenty of wristy action, swatted it down across the back of Melissa's leg.
"Ouch!" Melissa yelled. She hated having her legs hit even more than her bottom. Not only did it hurt more, but also the marks showed. Last time, after Daddy had hit her repeatedly there, she had gone to school the next day with small bruises showing on her legs under the very short skirt Mummy always made her wear. Her teacher had pointed them out to the other kids as what naughty girls got, and with mock sympathy asked her if she wanted a cushion to sit on, while all the rest of her class sniggered and giggled at her expense.
Henry aimed and struck Melissa on the same leg just above the first red mark. She yelled again. And kept on yelling as the ruler made its way up her leg to the fold of skin where thigh met buttock. Then he did the same to the other leg. Henry looked happily at the bars of color marching up both of the little girl's long, tapering thighs - most satisfactory! He swatted Melissa's bottom with the ruler a couple of times just for fun and went back to the desk and put down the ruler.
Melissa was very unhappy. Her legs and bottom stung as if she had sat on a bonfire, and pain, fear, and her reflexive wriggling were making her want to urinate ever more desperately. But it seemed her stepfather was in no hurry to continue her punishment. He wandered over to the bookshelves and took out a book, glanced at its pages, and then returned it to the shelf. He did this several more times before finding a collection of short stories that caught his interest. He went and sat down in an armchair and began to read. Melissa wondered whether he had finished spanking her and speculated whether she dared to tell him she needed to urinate, but in her heart, she knew he had not finished with her. Her daddy had promised her the worst spanking she had ever had, and she had not had that - not yet.
After about twenty minutes, Henry Montague put down his book and walked back across the room to where his stepdaughter was bent across the table. He put out his hand, and her bottom instinctively flinched just before he touched it. It was hot - very hot. He rubbed his hand over the surface of the burgundy skin. Melissa gasped and whimpered as his rough hand chafed her sore bottom. He ran his hand down her right thigh and up her left, feeling the heat there as well. He returned to her bottom. He pinched her left cheek, and she squealed with pain. He put a hand on each plump buttock and rotated them while Melissa squirmed as much as she could and sobbed and sniveled. He pulled the cheeks apart, examining again the tight, wrinkled ring of her anus.
He let go of her, raised his right hand, and slapped her hard.
"Ow!" Melissa yelled, and burst into tears.
Henry gave his stepdaughter's bottom another good hand spanking and then turned his attention to the backs of her legs. Melissa yelled like a banshee throughout. Henry thought it was just as well the study had a stout oak door, as his wife was in bed with a sick headache, and although the bedroom was on the other side of the house, the din Melissa was making must travel. It was strange, he thought as he spanked the screaming child, that Mary always complained about the noise Melissa made when she played, but never seemed concerned about the racket she kicked up when she was being punished.Henry stopped spanking Melissa and left her alone again. He went back to his armchair and continued reading his book while his stepdaughter cried noisily. Henry ignored the juddering sobs and sniffles and concentrated on his story.
Poor Melissa was utterly miserable. The repeated spankings had been terribly painful, and even now, when she was not actually being hit, her bottom hurt horribly. And as she was still tied up and her stepfather had not yet used the ping-pong paddle, she was sure her ordeal was not over yet. The thought of her poor sore bottom getting a whacking from the dreaded paddle made her wail even louder. Yet another trouble was that fear, pain, and the passage of time were combining to increase the pressure on her full bladder. It was no good; she would have to tell Daddy she needed to go, even if it got her into worse trouble.
"Daddy, I need to use the bathroom," she wailed plaintively.
Unsurprisingly, Henry made no sense of this sentence. However, he rose from his seat and went over to his stepdaughter's head, pulled out his handkerchief, and held it to her small nose. "Blow," he instructed. The blubbering girl blew obediently. Henry glanced at the gooey mess deposited in his handkerchief, and then held it to her nose again, this time blocking off one nostril. Melissa blew again, and then, as he blocked off the other side of her nose, again. Satisfied that his stepdaughter's nasal airway was now clear, Henry went across and picked up Melissa's little pale blue panties. He turned them inside out and folded them so that the crotch was uppermost. Then, as Melissa desperately began to speak again, he shoved the pad right into her mouth and very effectively shut her up. He undid the bow of one of her hair ribbons and pulled it free. He tied the length of ribbon over Melissa's open mouth and knotted it behind her neck, keeping the gagging knickers in place.
That would stop her trying to beg off her punishment, Henry thought, looking with satisfaction at his securely silenced stepdaughter's face. Her big blue eyes were wide with an agony of frustration and distress. Stray fair hairs from her ringlets stuck to her sweat-sheened, tear-stained cheeks. A dribble of spit had overflowed her trembling lower lip and now dripped from her chin. He walked around her table, admiring his stepdaughter from every side. She really was a little cutie! Bound as she was, she could hardly move a muscle apart from the odd twitch and tremble here and there. She was at his mercy. He moved round behind her, admiring what he had already done to her bum, which blazed with bright color. He reached out a hand and tickled her between her legs, making her squirm and gurgle inarticulately. This tickling had become a habit when he spanked her. The first time he did it, he had been concerned lest she complained to her mother about his indecent touching, but now he knew that Melissa would never willingly tell her mother anything, for fear of further retribution. So he felt free - quite literally! - to do as he liked. Of course, what he was not to know was that today his lewd handling was also increasing Melissa's desperate need to urinate. As it was, having amused himself with her body, Henry went back to his book.
When Henry had finished reading his short story, he turned again to the subject of his young stepdaughter. He crossed to his desk and picked up the ping-pong paddle. It was a very satisfactory implement, he thought, with its short comfortable handle and large round blade perfectly balanced. The plywood surface was covered in minutely indented green rubber that he believed added to the sting. The diameter was ideal for Melissa's plump little bottom, and he could cover both cheeks or concentrate on one side or the other. When he went over to Melissa, she began to struggle frantically as much as she could - which was not much - and to glug and gurgle through the gagging panties, much to Henry's amusement. He knew she did not like being paddled - and he could hardly blame her for that! He pressed the flat green blade to Melissa's round red bottom and smiled at the contrast in color. He pushed down firmly and flattened the springy flesh. Melissa squirmed and gibbered in distress. Then, having tortured the little girl with what was to come, he gave it to her.
The paddle slammed against Melissa's tender flesh. A muffled bellow of agony broke from her gagged mouth. She struggled desperately against her bonds. Henry swung back the paddle and swatted her again. The effect increased in intensity. He kept on hitting her - ten smart swats to her already painfully inflamed buttocks. Tears streamed down the fine planes of Melissa's lovely cheeks. Snot oozed from her exquisitely sculpted nose. Muted sobs broke from her deliciously delicate lips.
Perfect!
Henry Montague left his stepdaughter while he read another story. Somehow, Melissa managed to keep control of her near-bursting bladder. Then at last, Henry moved over to release the suffering child. He unbuckled the straps and ripped off the sticky tape, adding yet another pain to the myriad pangs she was already suffering. Despite her misery, Melissa began to look forward to the end of her ordeal. She stood, moving her cramped limbs. Now, as soon as Daddy removed the gag-
Daddy was taping her wrists together! He was pushing her into the corner! He was not untying the gag! He was speaking: "Now, you can just spend the next hour standing in the corner!" It was all too much. The need to urinate, so long withstood, overwhelmed her.
Henry Montague heard the hissing, splashing torrent and saw the growing puddle around Melissa's feet. He felt some natural sympathy for the child's plight, but showed none. He glanced at Melissa's battered bottom and came to a decision. "You disgusting child!" Henry Montague said, "I shall not spank you any more tonight, but tomorrow it will be my painful duty-!" | 4 |
114,409 | Untitled | Her surroundings were like that of a dream. She could barely see or not at all, there was no way to be sure. The sounds coming to her ears were unnatural, eerie, out of this world. She thought she was flying, without having to move her arms or legs.
Then, she felt a sharp pain coming from her bottom, much more distinct than what she had been sensing before. Too precise. From that moment on, she seemed to fall back on Earth, and rapidly. She could now open her eyes a little. The room she was in was dimly lit. Looking straight in front of her, she could see a plain grey wall with nothing decorating it. Then, she realized she was on her tummy, although her numb arms and legs were not straight alongside her body. She tried to move her limbs, to no avail. She felt that the left side of her face was resting on something soft. She tried to turn her head and in an effort to lift it she was able to look on her left. The same plain grey wall came into view. Then, she rested her chin on the same padding and the wall she saw in front of her was no different than the other two.
As her senses became more acute, she was able to realize that her upper body was resting on the same narrow padding her head was. She could also feel that her legs were bent perpendicularly to her body, and that her knees were on a harder surface. She tried to bring her ankles up, off the surface, but she could not. The numbness slowly vanishing from her arms made her try to move them. Again, she was unable to. She lifted her head once again and was able to look down at her hands: they were open, her fingers extended, flat on the same soft surface her knees were resting on.
A sense of panic started to overwhelm her at the sight of round and thick, bright silver restraints around her wrists. She saw that she could move her fingers but that it was simply impossible to get her arms free of the restraints.
It was now with her eyes wide open, fully aware of her senses that she tried once again to look around the best she could. She realized that she was on some sort of table, since she noticed for the first time that she was high over the floor. And, sure enough, she could now see the edge of that table, being about one foot away on either side of where her hands were.
Her breathing was now quick. She coughed twice, involuntarily, which made her feel the pain in her bottom, the same pain that seemed to have started everything.
For several minutes she cried and called for help. Nothing happened, no one came for her. She started to sob softly, hiccupping irregularly, keeping her left cheek on the padding, staring at the empty wall as silence slowly took over the room once more, when her sobs finally subsided.
She could not understand what she was doing there; let alone how she had gotten there in the first place. It was as if her memories had been stolen from her. And yet, she did remember who she was, where she lived, who her parents were, where she went to school, her favourite dolls.
Disrupting her from her thinking, a low humming sound invaded the room. As the minutes went by, the sound grew louder. And then, she felt a searing pain at her anus, as if it was being opened by an enormous object. She screamed in surprise. A moment later, something cold started to invade her bottom. Keeping her entire body still and her eyes big in attention, she tried to concentrate on the odd sensation, trying to discard the pain she still felt between her bottom cheeks. Before long, she felt her tummy being quickly filled with the cold substance.
Suddenly, she felt strong, painful cramps in her abdomen that made her scream loudly. She could feel her tummy becoming so distended, pressing painfully against the padding she had been installed on, that the rest of her upper body was literally being pushed up, pulling uncomfortably at her restraints and stretching the skin of her hands.
Shortly after, the cramps she was still feeling were combined with a searing burning sensation. She felt she would explode and screamed as loud as her young lungs permitted her. She tried with all her might to push whatever was inside her, with no success.
At the peak of her pain, her entire body shivering from the cold liquid in her tummy, she started to feel a different sensation: the substance was quickly leaving her tummy. After barely a minute, she felt empty and relieved. She rested her head back on the padding, panting heavily, cold, trying to regain her calm. She still felt her bottom stretched open, but that seemed quite acceptable after what she had just felt.
Her serenity was once again interrupted when something began filling her tummy again. This time it was something really hot. She panicked once more, furiously struggling against her restraints, trying to get up, trying to get away, trying to escape what could only be her worst nightmare ever.
And then the burning sensation came again. She felt that her insides were on fire from the intense heat and the stinging. The torture did not seem to want to stop and she cried and screamed at the top of her lungs, her wails almost bestial. Why was it happening to her? Where was she? She thought she was dying, punished for a crime she was oblivious of ever committing.
At long last, like before, the substance was sucked out of her tummy. Seconds later, it was as if nothing had ever happened in her tummy, although she still felt a slight feeling of heat in her tummy.
To her greatest relief, she also felt her anus getting smaller and something being pulled out of her bottom.
But her redemption was soon replaced by fear and uncertainty as she could now hear slow and clear footsteps in the room, coming from behind her.Shortly after, a clear telescopic tube of about half an inch in diameter came into view, slowly sticking out of the pillar, aiming straight at Tammy's anus. Its hydraulic mechanism made her feel uneasy, bracing herself for the worst.
Once against her anus, the tube penetrated her and stopped at a depth of about two inches, making Tammy gasp in discomfort. The man then turned another button that made the end of the tube, made of silicone, expand to a full two-inch in width. A loud scream instantly escaped the little girl's lips.
"You could not see what just happened, of course," said the man, noticing the mother's reaction at her daughter's sudden scream. "The part of the tube now in Tammy's rectum has been expanded to act as a plug to prevent her from expelling the liquid out - voluntarily or not.
"Now, if you could come over here please...," inviting her, with an extended arm, to come behind the control panel. The woman walked away from the table on which her frail, naked daughter were still restrained and placed herself by the man's side, looking at the complicated-looking console.
"From this, here, you have access to all of the Machine's features. As I quickly described to you earlier, you can decide whether your daughter's enema is going to consist of water or any other liquid, as well as the temperature, the volume used in every cycle, the number of cycles, the duration of every cycle, the intensity - or speed - of the flow and, of course, if you want to add another substance to the liquid used," he said, with an excitement easily heard in his explanations.
"For example," he began, "let's suppose that your daughter did something to deserve a five-hour punishment enema - which is actually the longest period a child can spend on the Machine, you would first simply press that first button up here, called 'Maximum' on the left, under the column 'Session length (hours)'. Or, under that one, you have a numbered pad that allows you to manually enter the desired duration," he quickly explained, pressing the '3', '3' and '0' buttons to show her, the numbers now appearing in red on a digital screen. "As you can see now, the overall duration is set to three and a half hours.
"Next, you want to choose the duration of every cycle, that is, the time it takes for the liquid to get in your daughter's rectum, plus the retention time, as well as the extraction time. Under the column 'Cycle (minutes)', you have the main numbered pad. You choose the duration in minutes," he showed her, pressing the numbers '3' and '0'. "Now, we have set the duration of every cycle to thirty minutes," he explained, as Tammy moaned in discomfort from the middle of the room.
"Then, right under," he went on, not minding the girl's torments, "you have to set the duration of the three sub-cycles. So let's say that you want the entire volume of water to get in Tammy's tummy in two minutes (to make it a very fast flow!), you just press '2' on the 'Injection (minutes)' pad. Then, you have to choose the retention time, right here, let's say... twenty minutes. Same thing, you press the numbers corresponding. Then, the remainder automatically appears on the third screen, down here, which is now eight minutes. That is the time the Machine will take to suck the water out of your daughter's insides," the man now made a pause, giving the mother some time to look at the controls.
"You also have full access, then, to the fun options. Further on the right, here, under the column 'Liquid volume (quarts)' you can determine how much liquid the Machine will use with every cycle. I know you mentioned that you had been very disappointed with your daughter lately. For the first demonstration, earlier, we used two quarts of water, for only two cycles of five minutes. Let's press '3' for this one, shall we?", and Tammy let out a long wail at those words.
"Then, over here, you have the temperature, in Fahrenheit. Let's go with 35," he suggested, a grin on his face, and the mother nodded in a satisfied manner. "You now have to decide what liquid you will use for the enema. Water, oil, milk, coffee... you have the choice! Of course, water is the less expensive of liquids for this machine. But I also know that my customers are wealthy and do not hesitate to use other liquids to diversify their enemas," he quickly suggested in a business manner, "and that is why we are happy to sell those alternate liquids, in barrels, at a reasonable price," he hurried to offer nicely, a curt and polite smile on his face. "Please follow me back to the table," he told the mother.
The man then left the console and headed back to the middle of the room. He touched the large pillar with one of his hands. "As you saw earlier, that pillar is where the enema tube comes out from," he started to describe casually. "The liquid used for the enema comes from a 1000-gallon tank (containing five reservoirs of a 200-gallon capacity each) above, usually installed between the basement ceiling and the main floor. The tank can of course heat or cool whatever liquid you choose to fill it with. It only requires twenty minutes to make the liquid the temperature you desire. The liquid then comes down the core of the pillar and into the enema tube that you see here," he said, leaning closer to the clear, large tube invading Tammy's rectum. "If you look closely, you will see that the tube is divided in two halves: the upper half is for the incoming liquid and the lower for the waste. During the injection cycle, the lower half is sealed shut by a liquid-proof valve located at the end of the tube in the inflated silicone balloon now hidden in your daughter's rectum of course," he explained, smiling at the mother all the while.
"After the retention cycle is over, the Machine will literally suck the liquid from your daughter's insides through the lower half of the tube, very much like a vacuum pump would. Its sucking mechanism is powerful enough to ensure that she is completely emptied of all the liquid and feces that were filling her, that is, until the next cycle begins!" he exclaimed, letting out a brief chuckle. "All the waste is then drained down the pillar into the sewers," he told her, wrapping up the main description.
The man took the mother back to the console, where he showed her the last few buttons on the right, where she could choose the liquid to be used: 'Water', 'Milk', 'Coffee', 'Oil' and 'Customized'. "If you want an enema made out of one of those liquids, the Machine will automatically take into consideration their chemical properties and adjust the variables by itself. For example, if you set the temperature too high for an oil enema, the Machine will lower the temperature to a level good enough to avoid internal burning. Also, if you choose to put milk in one of the reservoirs of the tank, the Machine will make sure to keep it cold enough, so it doesn't perish," he told her, proud to illustrate the features. "One reservoir can also be used to customize your own concoction, with our help or all by yourself. You can put a mix of the main liquids, add some other ingredients to them like soap or lemon juice... your imagination is the limit there! We have some enema recipes that we can deliver to our customers upon request," he assured her with a casual wave of the hand.
He then pressed the 'Milk' button. "It will be very nice to see the tube becoming creamy white, don't you think?," he asked the woman and she could only nod in appreciation of his insightful initiative.
"Well, then, everything is now ready! All you have to do is to push the big and round 'Start' button down here," he concluded, stepping aside as Tammy's mother placed herself in front of the console again, a clear expression of satisfaction and excitement in her eyes. Slowly, looking at the tube penetrating her daughter's bottom from the corner of the room, she approached the button with her slightly trembling hand...
Torments in the Abandonment
Although her hand had been trembling in excitement seconds before, it was with a strong push, full of conviction, that she hit the 'Start' button.
"With such grace!," the man exclaimed with a broad smile.
The cold milk started to invade Tammy's rectum at once, making her scream in surprise more than pain at this point.
Then, for the first time since she realized where she was (although she still was not sure where she was anyway), she saw the tall and imposing figure of her mother standing in front of her, arms crossed against her large breasts. The sight of a familiar face, at last. The milk, quickly filling her tummy with coldness, made her moan in discomfort.
"Mommy! W... what is... happening? W...why?," she questioned her mother, her eyes wet, as streams of tears full of incomprehension flooded her lovely cheeks.
"Well, sweetheart, you have been a very bad girl lately and frankly, Mommy has reached the point where she cannot take anymore of your bad behaviour," the woman replied in a soft matter-of-factly kind of voice, her stern face impassive. Her hair, brought neatly on her head, almost gave her an austere military look. "But see how much I love you, Tammy," she continued, as she caressed her daughter's wet hair with a strong hand, "and what I am willing to go through to make sure you behave like the best little girl. This machine is extremely expensive, but I have the very best of your interests at heart and I really don't mind such petty details," she told her, a tiny smile now forming on her lips as she looked down her screaming little one with her deep-green eyes.
Tammy's abdomen was already distended most painfully by the three quarts of milk as the first two-minute injection cycle ended.
"Do you see how big your daughter's tummy is now, Madam? That is another interesting feature of the Machine: we could have designed it in a way to install the child on her back, but we thought the punishment would be much more intense - and effective!""by adding the pressure of the filled tummy on the padding, you see?" he pointed out to her, as his hand reached out and pressed down slightly on Tammy's lower back, increasing her torment.
"Mommy! It hurts!" Tammy wailed loudly as the cold milk was now taking a long, twenty-minute break in her tight tummy.
"How many of those did you sell so far?" the woman casually asked the seller, not minding the screams erupting from the child's mouth, inches from where she was standing, talking in between them.
"Well, we sold about five hundred of the first model. This model is brand new; we completed its design barely three months ago. You will actually be the third buyer of the second model. An Australian couple, parents to a twelve-year-old teenage girl and a single, Swedish father of a four-year-old girl bought our first two," he explained, clearly satisfied. "We expect to sell many more copies of our second model, though, as our waiting list has now reached 9 months. You couldn't have chosen a better timing to place your order as you should be getting your machine in about three weeks," he said, reassuring her. "In the meantime, our technicians will go to your place and install the reservoir and all the plumbing, so everything is nice and ready by the time you receive your order. Why don't we go finalize the paperwork while the retention cycle does its work?" he suggested, walking away from the table.
The woman nodded curtly and followed the man in the adjacent room.
Both returned into the room about ten minutes later, just in time to hear the Machine come loudly into life again, a vacuuming sound now coming from within the pillar. A short instant later, milk could be seen flowing slowly through the lower section of the transparent tube.
"It will take the Machine, then, 8 minutes to extract the milk from your daughter's rectum and colon," the man explained, as he placed himself behind the table and crouched down a bit, looking at Tammy's huge abdomen. "It can always be amusing to watch the girl's tummy getting back to its original size," he suggested, as the mother got behind the table as well. Her daughter's immature vulva was also in clear view, just under the milk-filled enema tube, the labia slightly parted to reveal a tiny bit of her vaginal opening.
"And that concludes the first cycle, as you were able to witness closely this time," he said, as the last remnants of milk were sucked down the pillar. Immediately after, the sucking sound subsided and was replaced by the normal humming as milk started to flow back in the now limp little girl.
"As you know, there are six other cycles to go before your daughter's enema comes to an end. It might be a good thing to increase the room's ambient temperature a bit to counter the coldness of the milk, since she has another three hours to go," he explained to her, as he walked to a thermostat nearby, turning it clockwise.
The mother then walked to her daughter again, rubbing her shoulders, neck and hair. "See, honey, there's nothing complicated about it: you misbehave, you get punished. And you already went through the first cycle like a good girl," she said softly, the necessity to talk louder than her daughter's screams now futile, since she was merely sobbing at this point. The three quarts of milk now inside her did not even make her cry this time. Tammy knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could even say that would make it all stop. She just endured what was happening to her, trying to imagine she was in another place, a peaceful beach perhaps, in some tropical country. But the eternal snows kept coming back at her, depriving her from her paradise, as the cold pain took over her attempts to escape in her imagination.
She was barely hearing her mother and the man talk anymore. Everything seemed to be fading away around her and yet she could still feel everything in her bottom and her tummy. She wanted her surroundings to be like that of a dream. She wanted to fly, not having to use her arms and legs. She knew it was not possible.
Then her sobbing stopped completely. She rested her left cheek gently on the padding. She knew she had been bad. Could she really blame her mother for taking care of her? For wanting the best for her? She loved her mother so much. Thinking for the first time about how she had let her down, about how selfish she had been by misbehaving like she did, she closed her eyes and let silent tears of shame fall down on the table. She no longer wished to escape her fate: she accepted it. | 4 |
114,477 | 666 | He watched them disembark; five coach loads of children aged from four to eighteen years, a hundred or so waifs trying to escape the chaos currently seizing most of the country. Some laughed, cheered, and were noisily energetic, while others stood quietly sullen, lost and forlorn-looking, hugging closely their few possessions, homesick already, and this only their first night away from once secure homes and loving parents. For a lot of these children, he knew, those homes and parents would not be there to go back to when the bombing stopped, the war over.
But Hitler and the extreme ambitions of the Third Reich, the madness of the world at large, were not of his concern. All he was interested in was his own domain, his own small kingdom, here amid the splendid isolation of the surrounding moors and wooded countryside where he, and he alone, reigned supreme. Of course, the welfare of his new charges, taking care of them for the duration of their indeterminate stay at secluded Berkeley House would, after himself, be his second priority. When the present world debacle finally ended, and if he played his cards right, he could see a place on the judges' bench, a possible peerage, maybe even a knighthood, as his eventual just reward.
Daydreaming, he pondered the possibilities: Judge, Lord or Sir Edward Percival Morley. Yes, all the titles had a nice ring. Any one of the honors would no doubt open doors of fortuitous opportunity of which, to be sure, he would take the fullest advantage. However, that hopefully was for the not too distant future. Right now, there was the more pressing need to get these confused, milling children fed, watered, and settled into their respective dormitories - a task best left to his qualified and more than capable staff of matron and four maids.
"Amy!" Morley called to a pretty redhead busily taking names on a clipboard, organizing the children into orderly queues. "Please - come here a moment."
In less than a minute, Amy stood before her master, a look of trepidation marring her lovely features. "Yes, sir, Mr. Morley?"
Morley glanced at her slight figure, took in the flaming redness of her hair, the flawless, pale, sparsely freckled skin. "Amy," he said, his voice slow, sonorous. "Make sure to put the boys in the east wing and the girls in the west wing. Report to my study when you're done and, please, don't dither."
"Yes, Mr. Morley, sir." Amy gave a slight curtsy and returned to what she had been doing.
Morley watched Amy go, the sway of her rounded hips beneath the long skirts. He imagined her shapely legs, the stockings and garters she would be wearing, and felt a definite stir in his loins. He had a thing for the young girl - just sixteen years old - and had been working on her shy, modest demeanor for a while now. Her defenses were weakening; her complete submission to his fervent desires was, he felt, most eminent. It was just a question of time and time was one luxury he had plenty of.
Overseeing the arrivals from the front steps of the manor house, he lit a cigar and smoked, taking long, slow pulls, rocking on his heels, now and again smoothing his dark whiskers as his ice-blue eyes surveyed the female children almost all now standing in silent, organized groups. None were what could be called ugly. In fact, most were extremely attractive in their individual ways. Indeed, Morley thought excitedly, here was a positive surfeit of young, impressionable minds and malleable bodies ready to be shaped and bent to his will. As he contemplated the hours of diverse pleasure ahead, a surge of hot blood warmed his groin. Thank God, he thought, that it was almost time for Amy's afternoon lesson.
Though keen to initiate the new arrivals to his somewhat radical ideas immediately, Morley was not entirely without compassion. He would give his charges this one night to settle in, familiarize themselves with their new surroundings, and become accustomed to the different order of things. Tomorrow, their training and disciplining would begin in earnest. He rather looked forward to it.
The study was silent and oppressively gloomy, the grey winter light through the single tall window barely afforded enough illumination to pick out the bulky shapes of desk and bookcase, the small, round tea table, two straight-back chairs and large leather armchair, which was all that furnished the austere private room.
Awaiting Amy's imminent arrival, Morley sat in the leather armchair, a wide, shiny, comfortable old thing that had been in the family for years. His mind was feverish, his clothing already loosened, his organ - which he had absently been fondling - was poking, fat and tumescent with need, through the opening of his flies. His heart leapt at the expected light tap on the study door. Calmly pulling his grey woollen cardigan down and over his obvious state of arousal, he said, "Enter."
Amy stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She stood straight and still, not venturing too far forward, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. All she could see of Morley was a dark shape across the other side of the bulky desk. He was a stern, strict employer and, for reasons she could not quite define, he literally terrified her. When he spoke, his voice slapped her like an open palm.
"Ah, Amy. Come closer, girl. I want to look at you."
The girl timidly made her way across the room and around the desk, stopping feet short of where Morley sat. Her eyes were downcast.
"Your mother came to see me this morning," Morley said, his tone quieter, more solicitous. "I can see where you get your prettiness from. I sent for her because I wanted to discuss with her your progress here these past two months. Since your father was sent to the front, she is finding it difficult to manage. She tells me she has come to rely on your wages."
"Yes, sir," Amy said, almost whispering. "Times are hard."
"Indeed they are. For everybody." Morley slowly nodded his head. His eyes roamed her slight frame, lingering on the firm thrust of her small breasts. "How do you like it here with us, Amy? Do you like the work?"
"Y-Yes, sir. I do. Very much, sir."
"Come here. Closer."
Amy took another couple of shaky steps towards her employer.
Morley sat forward, suddenly reached for her and, slipping both his hands around onto her buttocks, pulled her closer still until she was between his spread thighs. He left his hands on her bottom and, speaking softly, said, "I told your mother how well you are doing, Amy, how much you seem to enjoy your work."
Morley stared into the girl's face, his eyes bright, piercing. His hands gently squeezed each taut cheek of her bottom, molding and weighing the firm flesh, his fingertips digging deep into the crease dividing them. "I told her I'm very pleased with your efforts so far," he went on, "that I've grown quite fond of you in a fatherly kind of way, was actually considering promoting you, making you my own personal maid. This would mean an increase in wages, naturally, Amy, more money for both you and your mother. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Amy felt one of his big hands cover her left breast, his fingers gently squeeze around the firm mound, thumb and forefinger seeking out and pinching at the tiny bud of her nipple. She gasped with shock, fidgeted uncomfortably, clearly confused and at odds with her employer's unwarranted, overly familiar attentions. She wanted suddenly to cry, made a sort of choking sound, coughed, hurriedly cleared her throat and said, "Yes...I...Yes...sir. I think I understand."
Morley believed in breaking down any false modesty as quickly as possible and boldly fondled both the girl's breasts delighting in her embarrassment and confusion and the feel of the resilient, pliable flesh under her thin blouse and petticoat. She wore no bra. "Stand still, Amy," he ordered, brusquely.
Amy, somewhat stunned, stood absolutely still, made a strange whimpering sound as Morley removed his other hand from her bottom, slipped it quickly beneath her skirt, hiking the garment up as he slid his palm along the smooth inside of a nylon-covered thigh. His creeping fingers touched the bare flesh above her stocking top. He felt his cock throb with anticipation as Amy shuddered beneath his touch.
"Would you like to be promoted, earn more money?" Morley asked, his voice husky, breath rasping as his fingers probed the loose leg of her knickers. "Your duties would be light. I shall look after you, teach you things; improve your education."
"Oh-oh," she whimpered, feeling her knickers pulled aside, a fingertip brush over the beginnings of her bare cunt lips. Her left nipple tingled as Morley pinched at it. "Please...sir. Please don't...do that."
"Stand still, Amy," Morley said, ignoring the girl's frightened pleas, lightly tracing a finger over the pronounced curve of her warm mount. There was little hair, hardly any. He liked that. "Lean forward, put your hands on my shoulders. Open your legs."
Amy's eyes filled with tears. Her bottom lip trembled uncontrollably. She knew it was more than she dare do to disobey. She closed her eyes and a large tear rolled down her flushed cheek.She placed her hands on her employer's shoulders and, at the firm pressure of his hand on the inside of her thigh, allowed her knees to bend slightly, opening her thighs. "Oh, sir..."
"There, now. Good. Just stand still," Morley whispered, taking full advantage of the girl's submission, slipping a finger along the puffy, warm crease of her exposed vulva. Was he imagining it or was she becoming moist already? He always thought the redhead would be of a warm temperament. Gently, he fingered the soft folds of flesh, not attempting to part or penetrate the delicate petals. He stroked the length of her vulva as far as her anus, then back again to the front where the distinct nub of her clitoris protruded from the plump lips. He tickled the nub very lightly, feeling the girl's legs and thighs tremble uncontrollably. "That doesn't hurt now, does it? Feels nice, Amy, doesn't it? Tell me the truth, now. Doesn't it feel nice?"
"P-Please...sir," Amy burbled, tears running down her sweet face. "Please don't."
"Hush now, child," Morley ordered, tickling her clitoris very lightly with just the tip of his finger. He was so excited, so hard he thought his penis would explode at any second. "Tell me it feels nice."
Amy sniffed. "It...Oh, sir...yes... Yes, It f-feels...it feels n-nice."
"Well then, why are you crying, girl?"
"I-It's...wrong, sir," Amy muttered, sniffing. "You mustn't...do it."
"Nonsense," Morley said, impatiently. "How can anything that feels so nice be wrong, eh?" His fingers traced a teasing line along the girl's moist vulva lips to the crinkled roseate of her anus, probed a little, and slid slowly back again. "There, feel?" He said, tipping her clitoris again, enjoying the bawdiness he knew he was inspiring in her innocent mind. "You're getting wet down there, which means your vulva likes it. Are you a virgin, child? Have you had a penis inside you yet? Tell me the truth."
Amy nodded. "N-No, sir...I ain't never done nothing b-bad."
"There's nothing bad about a penis in your vulva, Amy," Morley said, hoarsely. "Penis and vulva were meant for each other." Morley took one of the girl's hands, guided it to his exposed penis. He forced her fingers around the fat organ, held them there. "See, feel how I want you, Amy. Hold my penis. That's right. Move your hand up and down...slowly. Yes, that's it. Keep doing it like that. Don't stop."
Under Morley's harsh tutelage, a confused Amy held his penis and gently rubbed the loose skin over the bulbous head of the throbbing organ. Convinced the girl was now completely under his control, would do anything he wanted, Morley relaxed, gave himself up to the inexpert caress and sighed his pleasure. After a few minutes of mutual stimulation, penis almost bursting, he was ready to bring today's lesson to a rapid conclusion. "Get on your knees, Amy. Here. At my feet."
Amy knelt down and Morley placed his hands either side of the dear girl's face. In the gloomy light, looking directly into her timid, crestfallen eyes, he ran his fingers around her shell-like ears and through her soft hair. When he spoke, his voice was low, soothing. "Now I want you to do something special for me, Amy," he said. "It will be our secret. After, you can return to your duties." As he spoke, he sat back, loosened his clothing some more to give easier access to his hairy testicles and tumescent shaft.
Amy, her face close, sullen, eyes fixed on her small fingers clasped around the huge organ, saw the pre-cum glistening on the fat purple helmet. This was all totally new and shocking to her. She didn't know what to do.
Morley pressed the back of Amy's head, felt her resistance. "Come on now, Amy. Take my penis in your sweet mouth. Do it. It won't hurt you." He was getting impatient with her stubbornness. As he spoke he put more pressure to the back of her head. His penis twitched as her agitated breathing warmed the erect flesh.
Amy nervously glanced from the penis in her hand to Morley's dark countenance and back again. Her tongue flicked nervously across her dry lips.
"Stop this silliness. Open your mouth, girl," Morley sternly insisted. Though impatient, he was enjoying these last minutes of fight where any remaining vestiges of innocence and inexperience is forced to give way to the more powerful influences of experience and authority. "Think," he gently chided, "what would happen if you should lose your position here; how hard it will be for you and your mother alone in the cruel world outside. Do this one small thing and both your futures are assured. You won't believe how generous, how grateful, I can be. Do it now." Morley pulled the resisting girl's face down into his lap. The fat head of his penis nudged her tightly compressed lips, pre-cum leaving a sticky trail across their ruddy fullness.
In the silent gloom of the study, resigning herself to the inevitable, Amy hesitated for the last time. Then, closing her eyes, she slowly lowered her head, opened her mouth, and allowed the insistent meaty penis into the warm, moist interior. She closed her lips tentatively over the bulbous tip.
Morley gasped with delight. "That's it, good. Breathe through your nose. Oh, good girl, very good. Now...use your tongue. Yes...Oh, yes, like that. Stroke me slowly and suck at the same time...Good, just suck a little harder. Mmm! That's it...Aagh!"
He pressed a hand to the back of Amy's bobbing head, thrust upwards with his hips, forcing his penis deeper into her deliciously hot mouth. Ideally, he would've liked to get it into her throat, but it would be too much to make her submit to that quite so soon.
Moaning softly, Morley fucked Amy's mouth with long, slow strokes, helped her find the rhythm, his hands firmly holding each side of her dear face to the task. Her inexperience was evident, but this merely added to the excitement, the sheer pleasure of the moment. In time, she would learn. He would teach her. He felt the tingling surge building in his tightening balls, the overwhelming sensation bulging his swollen penis. "I am going to ejaculate soon, Amy," he whispered, between gasps. "I don't want you to...ah...to stop what you're doing. Keep...sucking, slowly...deeply. Oh-huh! Yes...yes. Like that. When you draw my semen...swallow it all as you would a...teaspoon...of medicine...Ooh, that feels so good!"
As the first spasm shook him, Morley groaned and forced the girl's face into the thick bush of hair surrounding his pulsing penis.
Amy gurgled and slurped noisily as the hot, salty semen filled her mouth in four distinct, powerful spurts. She gulped at the spewing cream like a woman dying of thirst, swallowing as much as she could. Morley's hips jerked his penis almost to the back of her throat. Amy moaned softly. Some of the semen frothed at the corners of her lips, dribbled and dripped in thick gobs into Morley's pubic hair.
Morley held Amy's face in place for a long time until his penis softened and slipped from her mouth. When his heartbeat had settled nearer the norm and the girl had rearranged her dress, he said, "You did well. Return to your duties now, Amy. Do not reveal our secret to anyone, not even your mother. Understand?"
Face flushed, eyes to the floor, Amy muttered, "I understand, sir."
"Good girl. Report to me here tomorrow at the same time."
When Amy had left, Morley lit a lamp, poured himself a glass of port and sat back down in his favourite chair. All in all, it had been a very enjoyable little afternoon's diversion. He had plans and felt sure Amy's lessons would, from this point on, rapidly become far more interesting as time progressed. For the moment, though his immediate needs had been relieved, Morley was far from satisfied. He was eager to explore the possibilities for further adventures now residing under his generous roof. First, he needed to regain some strength and fortitude. He decided to doze for a while. He had plenty of time. The night had yet to begin and there was many an hour to fill before bedtime. | 3 |
114,491 | Susan's Dilemma | Hello. My name is Susan, and I'm 13 years old. I'm only short, have strawberry-blonde hair, a slight figure (my breasts are only just beginning to show), and though I'm not ugly, I'm not what you would call beautiful either; well, I don't think I am anyway. Something happened to me a few weeks ago, and I can't keep it to myself any longer, so I thought I'd write it all down here, an anonymous voice amidst a forest of anonymous voices. To me, it seems easier this way. At least I can get it off my chest without having to face anyone and have them ask me lots of difficult, prying questions. I'm a private person and really wouldn't be able to cope with anything like that. You know how it is. Like loads of girls my age, I'm quite shy, don't have any close friends to talk to, and certainly couldn't speak to my parents about what happened. It's just too embarrassing. If you happen to read this, perhaps you'd be kind enough to give me some advice on what I should do.
Before I actually tell you what happened, I'll fill you in on a little background first, so you're more familiar with my circumstances. For quite some time now, I've fancied this boy called David who lives just a few doors down from me on the opposite side of the road. Actually, I more than fancy him. I think I'm in love with him. Every time I see him, I seem to go all silly and feel really awkward and stupid. I blush a lot, get butterflies in my stomach, and my legs go all shaky. I would love to talk to him properly, but I get all tongue-tied and never know what to say. Apart from what I've overheard other kids talking about at school or read in girls' magazines, I have no experience as far as sex goes. I must admit, though, I have been thinking about 'it' a lot lately. In bed, I dream about David almost every night and, just lately, I have been (God, I can feel myself blushing now) getting this funny sort of tingly feeling between my legs; you know, in my private parts. I'm not sure I should have put that last bit down, but I suppose if you're going to help me in any way, then I have to be really honest and tell you about...well, everything.
David Webb is a year older than me. We go to the same school. He is very good-looking, and he plays the guitar. He is so lucky because he has a sweet little sister called Karen who, I think, is two or three. I don't have any brothers or sisters. David is very popular at school, has loads of girlfriends and, though he smiles and occasionally says hi, he hardly ever notices me, even though he sees me out and about quite often 'cause we live so close. It was through David's little sister that I got to know his Mum. When it was sunny, I'd see her out walking, pushing the buggy. One day, when she was in the corner shop, I was making a fuss of baby Karen and I got talking with Mrs. Webb. She was a very nice lady. Very tall and slim with lovely, long, auburn hair. She said to call her Rose. I told her my name and where I lived and asked her if she would mind me taking the baby out for a walk sometime. She said for me to go around to their house and get to know her a bit more first. I was so excited. I said okay, asked when should I go round, and she told me a day and a time a week away. You can't imagine how I felt. God, I was thrilled and couldn't wait. I would actually be in HIS house: David's house.
In bed that night, I couldn't get to sleep. I felt all hot and flushed and thought I was going down with the flu or a fever of some kind. I couldn't get comfortable and kept fidgeting. My little breasts were extra tender and sensitive, and the tingly feeling between my legs seemed stronger than ever. It was very strange, and I wondered what on earth could be wrong with me. For the first time, I nervously put my hand inside my knickers, opened my legs, and touched myself there, low down. I was puzzled because I was all wet, and it wasn't urine. When my fingers touched a certain spot, the sensation was so intense, I flinched. It felt so wicked, so nice, like electricity shooting all over my body. I touched myself there again, and the same thing happened. I got even more wet and found that if I gently rubbed that certain spot with my fingertip (whilst thinking of kissing David), the tingly feeling became stronger and just got better and better until it took my breath away. God! At one point, I thought I was dying of pleasure. I don't know how long I did it for. It seemed like ages. I liked the sensations it gave me so much I didn't want to stop.
Eventually, completely exhausted, I did manage to fall asleep. When the day came (Wednesday) for me to pay my first visit to David's house, I was disappointed because the weather was awful. It was chilly and had rained for most of the morning and all through lunchtime. However, I was still too excited to let a little thing like dismal weather put me off. After school, I quickly changed out of my uniform, put on a tank top and some jeans, and ran across the street. Mrs. Webb - Rose - let me into their lovely home and, again, was very nice to me. She called me 'a sweet kid' and made me a glass of fresh orange juice, and I played with little Karen for more than an hour. I made her giggle constantly, and Rose said little Karen seemed to get along fine with me. Rose asked all about me and my family. I told her my Mum was a nurse at the Memorial Hospital and that my Dad was a long-distance lorry driver who was almost never home. She asked me if I ever felt lonely. I had to admit that, quite often, I did. David came in once, smiled, said hi, and left again almost immediately. God, the moment was only brief, but I was over the moon. That smile; that voice. I couldn't get him out of my mind and could hardly concentrate on my activities with Karen at all after that. When it was time for me to go home, Rose said I was more than welcome to come over again next week if I wanted. If I wanted! God! Given half a chance, I would have moved in with them then and there.
The next time I went over, I met David's Dad. I could hear David upstairs somewhere playing his guitar. It's an electric one and sounded quite good. Even though David's Dad was quite old, he was very good-looking and seemed like a very nice man. He said to call him Spider. He said everybody called him that. Apparently, it was a nickname from his army days. He joked a lot and made Rose and me laugh. My sides actually ached. I saw David again, too. For a bit longer this time. And he actually remembered to use my name. Oh my God! I went as red as a beetroot. I'm sure his Mum and Dad noticed. My heart wouldn't stop pounding in my chest. I was so thrilled and don't believe I've ever enjoyed myself so much in my life. On the way home, I felt like I was walking in the clouds. Again, that night, tucked up in my bed, I had to touch myself down there, inside my knickers. I did it for ages and thought of David the whole time. It was lovely.
The following week, on the Tuesday, I went to visit my Gran. I go to see her at least twice a month and stay a couple of hours or so. She's a dear old lady, and she's always so pleased to see me. I know she gets lonely since Grandpa passed away, which will be two years this May. I usually get the 8 o'clock bus back, but somehow, I missed it. I waited till 8:15. By then, it was getting dark, so, having had enough of hanging around, I decided to walk home. It's not too far, a couple of miles or so. My Mum was working a late shift, so wouldn't know I was late. As for my Dad, well, I didn't know when he'd be home, so wasn't worried about him at all. I suppose I'd reached about halfway to my house when it started to bucket down with rain again. I was only wearing a short skirt and thin top, and I was soaked through in seconds. It was enough to make a saint swear. There's a shortcut, an alley, that runs between the two main roads to my house. Normally, I would never consider walking down it at night, but with the amount of time it would save me getting home and in the dry, I decided I'd risk taking it just this once. When I reached the alley, it looked so dark and menacing I lost my nerve. I just couldn't gather up enough courage to cut through it. By this time, I was cold, shivering, and close to tears. The thought of having to walk all the way back around was too much to face. I didn't know what to do and stood under the comforting glow of a single streetlight trying to make up my stupid mind. Then I heard the voice. "Susan? Susan, is that you?" I turned around, and there, like a shining knight in armor, was Mr. Webb. Spider. David's Dad. "Ooh, Mr. Webb!" I wailed, tears flowing. "Please help me. I need to get home, but I'm too scared to walk through the alley. Would you take me through it? Please?" "You poor kid. Look at you. You're wet through. Of course I'll take you. Come on. Get under my coat." He was wearing one of those long coats, the sort cowboys used to wear in the old days. He opened it, pulled me close, and draped the coat around my head and shoulders. I felt instantly warmer and so relieved.We turned down the alley, and Mr. Webb, Spider, made a joke about me resembling a drowned rat. I tried to smile, but felt too miserable to really appreciate it. He asked where I'd been and why I had neglected to wear a coat. I said it was warm and sunny when I left home, then I told him about missing my usual bus and having to walk home. We hadn't gone far when the wind suddenly picked up, and the rain got even heavier. "My God!" Mr. Webb exclaimed. "Here, I think we'd better take shelter for a minute or two till this eases off." The alley is bordered by garden walls on one side, and a long, high wall on the other fronted by a verge, hedges, and fir trees. He led me through the hedges, and we stood under a clump of thick firs next to the high wall. It was very dark. The wall and trees protected us from the wind and a lot of the rain. "You're shivering, Susan. Let's warm you up a bit." Mr. Webb, Spider, took his coat off, told me to put my arms around him, then he folded his coat around us and pressed me close to him. He felt so warm against me. I rested my cheek on his chest. My tank top is quite short, leaving my middle bare, and I could feel Spider's big hands on the bare skin of my back. It had been so long since my Dad - or anyone for that matter - had cuddled me this close. I felt really comforted, secure, and safe. Spider's hands moved slowly and soothingly up and down my back and sides. I snuggled into him, pressing my front against him, whilst all around us the wind blew noisily, whipping the rain-drenched branches above us. "There," Spider said, quietly. "Feel better now?" "Oh, yes. Much," I said, nodding my head against the soft, warm jumper he was wearing. "Pity it's so dark. I'd like to see you more clearly. You're such a pretty little thing." "No, I am not," I replied, giggling a bit and feeling myself blush. "Oh, but you are," Spider said. He moved his hands up my sides, right under my arms. His long thumbs moved quite close to the sides of my sensitive boobs, and I felt a shiver go through me that had nothing to do with being cold. "I think you're one of the prettiest girls in the street." I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet as his hands moved around to my back again. They went lower this time, past the bare strip of skin, and down onto my bum. He gently held me there and squeezed slightly. "You've got a lovely little bum," Spider said. "It fits in my hands perfectly. Do you mind me touching you there?" "No. It's ok," I said. It felt nice in a stimulating kind of way and didn't seem wrong to me. I felt all trembly inside, and my nipples got hard and sort of achy. "Have you got a boyfriend, Susan?" Spider said, close to my ear. His warm breath made me shiver again, and he gently squeezed each globe of my bottom, pressing me against him. I could feel the heat from his hands right through my skirt. "No," I said, my voice sort of weak and whispery. I felt all dreamy and was really enjoying the way he was cuddling me. "That's a shame. I would've thought all the boys would be queuing up to take you out. I know I would be if I was younger. Don't you like boys?" "Yes. I like them but... but, well, they don't seem to like me," I could feel his fingers going right under my bottom, lifting me slightly, pressing my stomach against his. There was a large bulge digging into me. My cheeks were burning, and I was suddenly glad it was so dark. I hate people seeing me blush. "Don't like you?" Mr. Webb, Spider, breathed into my ear. "I find that hard to believe, Susan. I like you. I think you're very cute, very attractive, and I love the colour of your hair. Are you feeling warmer?" "Y-yes, thanks; a little bit." "Do you want me to warm you up a bit more?" "Ye-es. Please." I nodded, pressing my face against his chest. "Put your arms around my neck." He was so tall I had to stretch up quite a bit, but I did as he told me. I felt my skirt pulling up at the back. His hands went to my hips, then up my sides and under my arms again. It tickled, and I giggled. I felt really silly and so wanted to be grown up and sensible. His thumbs once again came very close to my boobs. They slowly brushed along the sides, making my nipples tingle. Then, suddenly, both his hot palms slid around the front and up under my top and bra. They covered my bare boobs completely, and he gently massaged them, pinching at my hard little nipples. I had to catch my breath and felt a bit embarrassed because I know my boobs are not very big. When I went to jerk my arms down, he said to leave them around his neck, so I did. "You have such lovely little titties, Susan. Really lovely. Does that feel nice?" As he spoke, he gently plucked at each of my tender nipples, sending shivery rivulets of pulsating sensation right down to my belly and privates. I buried my face in his chest, not knowing what to say. Keeping his left hand playing with my nipples, he slid his other hand slowly down my front, over my belly and lower. I felt it on my leg next, above my knee. I knew what he was going to do, and, though slightly scared, felt absolutely powerless to stop him. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and my face felt as if I was burning up. "Just relax, little girl. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll make you feel nice and warm." As he whispered in my ear, his hand blazed a tickly path up the inside of my bare thigh, under my skirt. Then he was touching the front of my knickers. He gently, and very slowly, rubbed me there, right on that special spot that feels so-o good. I thought I was going to faint. "Ooh," I muttered, involuntarily, as I felt his finger trace lightly right along my cleft. The touch felt so acute it was as if my knickers weren't even covering me. Spider chuckled. "Have you got much hair down there?" He whispered. God, what a question. Unable to speak, feeling his fingers lightly touching me, I shook my head. "Don't be shy. There's no need to worry. Answer me. Have you got much hair down there?" "N-no," I gulped. "Oh, that's sweet. That's what I like - a bald, adolescent little quim. Let me feel you properly, sweetheart." With that, he reached up, rubbed my bare belly a bit, even rotating a fingertip in my belly button, before sliding his fingers down under the elastic waistband of my knickers. It tickled, and I gasped as my tummy muscles twitched. He put his whole hand right down there. My body trembled all over. "Oh, yes," he whispered. "That's a nice plump mound. So soft and smooth. Open your legs a little more, darling. Let me feel your pussy. Don't worry. I won't hurt you." I couldn't believe the words he was using. They made me feel so hot and bothered. I felt weak and completely helpless - and so-o loved. He suddenly bent his head down and held one of my boobs up so my hard nipple was sticking out, and he started to suck on it. My tummy did summersaults, and my knees were like jelly. I did as he told me and opened my legs wider. He slid his whole hand, palm up, over my privates. "Oh, yes," he whispered, his long fingers gently sliding back and forth along my privates. "What a sweet little cunt. You are so wet. You like this, don't you?" My cheeks flamed with embarrassment at his frankly rude words. "It's...It feels...nice," I gasped, hardly able to breathe as his fingers went right under me to my bum and back again. I couldn't believe the words he was saying; so dirty and rude, disgusting and...exciting at the same time. He seemed to know where that special place was, and he gently rubbed it. I opened my legs a bit wider, closed my eyes, and let the warm, tingly feelings wash over me. It was like when I touched myself in bed, but ten times better. I was embarrassed, but didn't think that it was wrong, that it was David's Dad who was touching me, or that he was so old. I just liked what he was doing to me. It was so exciting. I felt so grown up, like a grown woman. A real man was holding me and playing with my privates, and, it was true, I did like it.He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my knickers. I raised my hips and he slid them down my trembling legs. He put his hands on the insides of my knees and spread my legs wider still. I felt the cool night air wafting around my heat, my exposed privates. What he did next really shocked me. I was aware of his dark shape kneeling between my spread legs, and he seemed to be bending lower. "I must taste that sweet little cunt of yours, Susan," Spider said, his voice croaky, then he reassuringly added, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I'll make you feel really good, really special." And he certainly did that. The next thing I knew, his lips were kissing my belly, then my mound - as he called it - and then his tongue was right there on my special place, and my belly started twitching like crazy. It felt so good. So dirty and wicked. I think I cried out. I put my hands over my face. I couldn't believe what was happening. He put his hands under my bum, one of his fingers actually right in the cleft, right on it, and lifted me to his mouth. I don't know why, but he told me I had to raise my legs and hold my knees up to my chest. Then he did it! He stuck his tongue right in my privates and in my bum. God! It felt like...like nothing on earth. I loved it. He kept doing me like that for a long time, sort of groaning and muttering dirty words and things. Then his tongue was tickling my special place and I felt one of his fingers actually go in my bum. Right in! It was wet and slippery and didn't hurt, and he moved it in and out very slowly and gently. It filled me up and made me sort of want to poo, and yet not. The wondrous sensations raced all through my body and I could hardly breathe at all. I didn't know what was happening to me. It was like my heart was exploding and all my muscles spasmed and twitched, and I cried out again. "There my little angel. Did you like that?" "Y-yes," I gasped. I liked him calling me little angel. It made me feel real special. I had to ask what he did to me. "I made you cum, sweetheart," he said, and he took my hand and put it on his thing again. "Do you want to help make me cum?" "Ok," I said, not really sure what he meant. "Let me lay down and you kneel over me. God, I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you. You're such a little cutie." He showed me how he wanted me. I jumped when I felt his hot thing actually touching my privates. He held it and rubbed it all along me. I was so wet. "Spread your knees a little more, darling," he said, helping me. "Just relax and let me fuck it into you." "I-I'm scared it'll hurt," I said, feeling very nervous. I bit my bottom lip. "Don't worry, angel. I won't hurt you too much. You're ripe and ready for cock. Just relax and let it up you." Then I felt it. A stretching sensation. His thing was at my entrance, going up me. He put his hands on my hips and moved me onto it. "Ooh," I said, anxiously. "Don't worry, my little love. Every girl in the world suffers a little discomfort the first time, but they still want it. You want it, too, don't you? You want my cock up your cunt, don't you?" "Y-yes," I gasped. I felt myself opening around his thing, stretching wider and wider. There was a little bit of scary pain, but I didn't want him to stop. Then, suddenly, he pushed his hips up and I was stretched and full and he was right in me. "Ooh...Ooh," I mumbled, and for the first time in my life I was fully, impaled and helpless on a man's thing, on his...cock. "There," Spider said, slowly pulling me down and lifting me up. "You're a big girl now; a woman. You're getting your little-girl pussy fully fucked. You've got a cock in your tight, juicy little cunt. Oh God, you feel delicious. You were made for it. Ride me, come on girl. Fuck me. Make me cum." I didn't understand half the words he was using, but instinct took over and, while Spider tweaked and pulled at my tingling nipples, I raised and lowered myself on his huge thing. It seemed to go in and out easily even though I could feel my insides gripping it tightly. It seemed to go right up into my belly and touch something up there. What little pain there was just went away and I began to get all tingly again. Spider put his hands on my bum, groaned, and started to quickly pull and push me backwards and forwards, really pumping his thing in and out of me. Then he stopped, pulled me down on him and started kissing me again, pushing his tongue right into my mouth. His hands played with my bum cheeks and he wet his finger in my other place, where his thing was, and slid it up my bum, moving it in and out like before. It felt uncomfortable at first, but then...then I liked it. "Get up on your feet," Spider said. I moved my legs forwards a bit, balanced and squatted over him. God, I wouldn't have thought it possible, but his thing seemed to go even deeper. It hurt a little bit, but in a nice way. I gasped and my insides lurched. "Yes, that's it. You can feel it now, eh Princess? Now bounce your little cunt on my cock. Go on, really fuck it for me." I tried to do what he wanted. I thought it was tearing me apart at first, but then the tingly, itchy, tickly feeling started and I got wetter and wetter again. "Oh God!" Spider groaned. "That's a good little girl. Fuck that cock for me." Again, he held my bum and made me bounce faster, then he gripped me and pulled me down really hard and I felt him squirting his hot stuff in me. His thing throbbed and pulsed for ages. I didn't move, just leaned over him. He kissed me again, his tongue deep in my mouth, while he held my tingling boobs and I could feel his thing wetly slipping and sliding in and out of me, slowly, in long deep strokes. After a breathless minute or two, in a whispery, dry voice, I asked him, "Did I do it right? Did you do it?" "You were wonderful, my little darling, wonderful," he said, kissing one of my nipples, sucking slurpily on it, nipping it with his teeth, making it really tingle. I swallowed and made a whimpering noise and he eventually stopped sucking. "And, yes," he said, hoarsely, "you made me cum a gallon. Are you sure you haven't fucked before?" "N-no, I haven't. Honestly. I never have done anything like this." "Magic," Spider said. "Pure magic. From now on you're going to be my girl, aren't you?" I nodded. "If you want me to be." "Oh, I do. From now on I want you to be my little fuckstress and you will do everything I say. I've got a lot to teach you." "But...But what about your...What about Rose? Won't she be mad at me?" "Don't worry, Princess," Spider chuckled. "I'll have a word with her. She won't be mad at you. Actually, she won't mind a bit. In fact, she'll probably want to have a little fun with you herself." "I-I...I'm not sure what you -" Suddenly, his lips urgently covered mine and his tongue was again thrusting into my mouth. His thing seemed to get harder inside me and he put his hands on my bum and made me move on him in the way he liked. "Ooh," I muttered weakly into his mouth as he did it to me faster, making me bounce up and down. He took my breath away. I didn't realise he'd want to do me again so soon. Spider rolled me off him and underneath him. He pulled my legs up and over his shoulders and he started to pump into me really hard and deep, making my whole body jar and shake. He was puffing and panting and doing me for ages. "God, you've got the tightest, slickest little cunt I've ever been in. I want to fuck you all night. Have you ever sucked a man's cock, Princess?" "N-no," I said, not believing my ears. The things he said to me were so...so awful, but seemed to stimulate and excite me more and more. I felt all hot and sweaty and tingly. "I'll teach you how to do it, little darling. Don't worry. You'll get to like it after a while." Spider stopped doing me and pulled his long, hard thing out of me. He let my legs down and moved so he was up by my boobs. He lifted my head and put his thing right on my lips. "Come on, now," he said, his breathing harsh. "Open those luscious lips of yours." I did what he told me and he pushed his thing into my mouth. "Oh, good girl. That's it. Open wider. Don't bite me. Use your tongue around the end of my cock... Yes, like that. Good. Oh, yes. Good. You're a quick learner, my little darling. Very quick." I tried to do as Spider wanted the best I could. He was a bit rough with me, but I didn't mind. I could smell and taste myself and his salty juices, and he felt thick and fat and like he was going to go right down my throat. My jaws ached. At first, I thought I was going to choke. I did gag a couple of times, but he kept doing it, saying for me not to worry, to open wider and relax and I'd soon get used to him fucking my mouth. It wasn't so bad after a while and Spider said I was going to make one excellent little cocksucker before very long. He let me take a short break and said he would teach me all there was to know about pleasing a man and fucking and everything. "But...I'm only thirteen," I said. "Well, little darlin'," he said, chuckling low in his throat. "You have to learn sometime and I would guess your body has been telling you for a while that the time is now. Suck my cock like I showed you." Even though my jaws really ached, I did. After a while, he began to do my mouth faster, pulling my head onto his thing and almost choking me. "Ooh, ye-es," Spider gasped. "I'm going to cum. Keep sucking like that. Don't stop. When I cum, I want you to swallow it all. Every drop." The next thing I knew he was spurting his thick, creamy stuff into my mouth and I swallowed it as quickly as I could. It tasted sort of salty, bitter, tangy and fruity at the same time. He told me after that he drank plenty of orange juice so his spunk tasted nicer for Rose because he liked her to swallow too.After that, we cleaned up and got dressed, and Spider took me nearly to my door. He said he'd see me tomorrow, after school, when I came over to play with the baby. He wouldn't let me have my knickers back. He said he wanted to keep them as a reminder of our special time together. After my bath, I was exhausted and aching and a bit sore. I didn't think I was going to get to sleep at all. My head was spinning with images of Spider and all that had happened between us, and I couldn't help touching my special place. I couldn't believe I'd actually done it, had sex with a real man for the first time. The next thing I knew, it was morning. All that day at school, I was thinking about Spider, about his thing and about doing it. My privates felt a bit sore still, but they constantly tingled, and I could sense I was wet down there most of the time. I saw David, but he didn't see me. I deliberately avoided him, certain that if he saw my face or looked into my eyes just once, he'd know in an instant what had happened between me and his Dad.
Through the afternoon, as the time drew nearer for me to go visit the Webbs', the more nervous and worried I became. How would I ever be able to face Rose again? I felt so guilty. From day one, she had been so nice to me and really didn't deserve me doing what I had done with Spider. What would happen now? I had had sex with her husband, and try as I might to hide it, stupid as I am, I was bound to give myself away somehow. As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety grew and grew. As soon as I got in from school, I had a quick bath and put on fresh underclothes and, as Spider had instructed I do, a skinny top and short skirt. I was glad my Mum was working, because she has a sixth sense as to whether anything is bothering me or not and would have quizzed me mercilessly until she had discovered what my problem was. I knew I would have to be extra cautious around her for a few days, maybe even weeks.
I nervously waited around indoors for as long as I dared, but knew that the time had come when I couldn't put off the dreaded visit any longer. Biting the bullet, pretending as best I could that everything was hunky-dory, I skipped across the road to whatever fate awaited me. My insides were in turmoil, but Rose greeted me the same as always, made me orange juice, and chatted away as though everything was perfectly normal. Within minutes, I knew I had nothing at all to worry about and, relaxed and relieved, was happily playing with baby Karen in the lounge while Rose prepared the evening meal in the kitchen. Spider came in about a half-hour later, cracking his jokes and playing the fool, making us all laugh before going upstairs to wash and change. I saw no sign of David and later discovered that he had band rehearsals and wouldn't be home until later that night.
I suppose it must have been about twenty minutes later when Spider came into the lounge and, in front of baby Karen, took me in his arms and started kissing me. He really surprised me. I struggled a bit because of the baby being there and, more so, because of Rose being just in the kitchen. Of course, me trying to fight off a man of his size was a complete waste of time. "Please...Mr Webb. Spider. Don't do this. Stop it," I protested as his big hands held my bum and he pulled me against his obviously hard thing. "Stop! Rose will catch us." Spider chuckled and held me tightly in his arms, his fingers going right into the crease of my bottom. "I've missed you, Princess," he said, close to my ear. "My cock's been hard all day thinking about you and that tight little quim of yours. I want to fuck you so badly." God, I didn't know what to do. I could feel my cheeks flaming. Struggle as I might to escape his embrace, I felt my insides swirling and my privates begin to tingle in that now familiar, pleasurable way.
As quick as a flash, he turned me around and bent me over the back of the sofa. He was so strong. I was helpless and couldn't move. I felt him lift my skirt right up my back and tug my flimsy white knickers down to my knees in one quick jerk. Then I felt his warm hand on my bottom, stroking and smoothing the skin, gently squeezing each cheek. I didn't struggle and lay absolutely still. "Plee-ease, no Spider. Stop," I protested, but only quietly in case Rose heard me. "You've got a delicious little arse, Princess," Spider said, ignoring my desperate pleas. "So round and tight. So flawlessly white and firm. I love it." Baby Karen made a gurgling noise and giggled, then said in her funny baby-talk, "Daddy play with Suzy. Daddy play with Suzy botty." "Yes, sweety," Spider said. "Daddy likes to play with Suzy's botty. It's a lovely botty."
I was stunned, anxious and excited all at the same time, and gasped as Spider cupped his hand between my legs, right along my privates and, hooking his finger, began to diddle my special place while the ball of his thumb pressed against my back passage. I was bent over so far, he had easy access to all of me - everything. My thighs quivered with tension, my knees became like rubber and the wings of a thousand butterflies fluttered deep in my belly. I couldn't worry about Rose or being caught right then, and I moaned as his thick thumb pressed against my bum and began to ease into me. "Oh, yes," he said, quietly and seriously. "You're all puffy and wet, little Princess. I'd say you've missed me as much as I've missed you. You want some cock, don't you, darling? And the sooner the better by the feel of your sweet little quim. Is that what you want? Do you want Spider's big hard cock in here?" He suited actions to words, and I whimpered a weak `yes' as he slid two fingers inside me and his thumb right in my bum. I yelped because I was still a bit sore, but it soon went away, and I began to feel the pleasure stars burst in my belly. "Yes what? Tell Spider what you want, Princess." This time there was no darkness to hide behind, no night surrounding us. It was light, and all my naked lust was revealed for the world to see. I could have died of embarrassment, but I didn't care. I was so hot and needy, I think I would have said anything he wanted. My insides churned as his fingers and thumb moved rapidly in and out of me. I heard how wet I was, a sort of squishy, squelching noise. "I...I want you to do me. P-please... do it to me." "That's not what I want to hear, little girl. Tell me again what you want and use the proper words this time." "Ooh, please don't make me," I whimpered, almost in tears. "I c-can't say those ...rude words. I-I just c-cant!" "Yes you can, angel. Feel my fingers in your cunt? Think how much better my cock will feel. Come on, tell Daddy what you want, there's a good girl. Say you want my big cock." Behind us somewhere, baby Karen said `cock' as plain as day. "See," Spider said, frantically working his fingers and thumb in me, making me quiver from head to toe. "Even my three-year-old daughter can say it. Tell Daddy what you want."
Spider's fingers danced their magic dance, and all resistance drained from me as a great wave of sensation washed over me, making my tummy lurch, my legs spasm off the floor and my head jerk up to the ceiling. "Ooh...Ah! Ooh, God! W-what's happening?" "That's it. Cum for Daddy," Spider said, breathlessly, almost whispering. "Cum for Daddy." "Oh, please," I shamelessly begged, "fuck me with your big hard cock. Fuck me!" "Where do you want Daddy to fuck you, Princess? Tell him nicely." "Fuck my cunt! Please fuck your big hard cock up my cunt." "Good girl! That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Spider suddenly stood me up and began tugging at my clothes. "W-what...? What are y-you going to do?" I panted, my legs all wobbly. Spider chuckled that low, now familiar, chuckle. "I'm taking your clothes off, sweety. I want you naked so I can enjoy you more." "N-no... Please... Rose will -" "Hush, little darling. Stop worrying. Lift your arms up." I raised my arms almost without thinking, and Spider slipped my top over my head. Next, he undid my skirt and let it drop to my ankles. In no time, I was as naked, blushing and pink as the day I was born. He grabbed my hand and dragged me around to the front of the sofa. He pushed his trousers down and sat on the wide cushions, then turned me and pulled me backwards onto him. "There, now, little baby," Spider said, his breath scalding my ear and his lips burning their way down my neck. "Just lean back and relax. Spread your legs wide. That's it. That's very good."
As I lay back over him, he put slid his warm hands under my arms and cupped my little titties. He squeezed and fondled them, pinching my raised nipples with his thumbs and fingers. I could feel his thing all along my tingling privates and sticking up between my thighs. My hips were rolling from side to side of their own volition, and I pressed my bum into the hairy man-flesh beneath me. I raised my head, had to look down; had to see it. Beyond the veined, angry-red, staff of his thing, I could see baby Karen sitting on the rug, smiling up at us. "Suzy play with Daddy," she said. "Ye-es," I gasped, haltingly, reaching a hand out to tentatively grasp that monster maleness. Spider didn't even have to ask or show me this time. I curled my fingers around the thick girth and gently moved my hand up and down the fat length. God, I felt so lewd, so hot. "That's it. Wank Daddy's cock, darling. Good girl." "Cock! Wank!" Karen said. Just then I got the shock of my life. My heart almost stopped as the lounge door opened and in walked Rose. She was naked and smiling. Completely transfixed, I stared at Rose's gorgeous figure. She had lovely firm, full breasts. Her nipples were as hard as mine, much bigger of course, and seemed to stick out a good inch. Her waist was narrow, hips rounded, and her legs long.I remember how struck I was by the fact that she, too, had no hair around her privates. She was staring back at me and seemed to be taking in every detail of my body also. I was embarrassed, but felt my insides turning molten with desire. I was so turned on. "Oh, Danny. You were so right. She's adorable." Rose walked past baby Karen and kneeled in front of us. She put her hands on my knees and pressed my legs outwards, spreading them wider. Completely stunned, I just lay limply on Spider. Heart in my mouth, I was helpless, wide-eyed and speechless. "Ooh, yes. Such a neat, tight little package," Rose said. "She has a beautiful split peach. Her lips are so tight and puffy-plump. I'm going to have to taste that." "Put my cock in her first, darling. I really need to feel her sweet, juicy cunt wrapped around me." Rose giggled. "Shall I suck him for you first?" "Oh please, baby. Please." With that, I watched intently, awed and fascinated, as Rose lowered her thick, pouting lips over the engorged shaft sticking up between my quivering thighs and engulfed it fully into her ever-widening mouth. Spider groaned. "Oh yes! Oh God, yes! Suck it, baby. Take it deep." Rose's head slowly bobbed up and down, the fat shaft wetly appearing and disappearing into her throat. Her hands felt as if they were burning through my thighs. Occasionally, her lips touched my little bud and I thought I was losing my mind. I'd never felt anything like it. "Watch carefully, Suzy," Spider breathed into my ear, his hands gently squeezing my breasts. "Not everybody gets the chance to see an expert suck cock. Watch and learn." Then, to my utter astonishment, he said to Rose, "Play with Suzy's clit, darling. I know you want to, and I know she wants you to." A second later, I almost lurched off of Spider as Rose, still sucking on the throbbing shaft, daintily tweaked my special spot, rotating the tip of her finger in just the right way. Sensations rippled through my taut belly to my nipples and back again. My spine arched and my spread thighs twitched uncontrollably. I felt as if my insides were about to explode. Rose stopped sucking and, saliva running down her chin, raised her flushed face. She looked at me through smoldering, half-lidded eyes as she licked her moist lips and said, "Her clit is like an excited little cock, Danny. All red and stiff and begging." Spider chuckled. "How wet is she?" Rose slowly slid her finger down through the lips of my privates. I felt her twirl it around at my entrance, then slide it back to my special spot - my clit, as I now realized what it was called. She rapidly flicked her fingernail across it. I gasped and jumped. "She's right on the edge, soaking and ripe-ready to fuck." "I told you she was a hot little cherry, didn't I? Put me in her, darling. Stick my cock in that juicy quim." Still looking at me and diddling my clit, Rose swiped her free hand across her lips. "Make her ask for it first." "What do you want, Suzy? Tell Daddy angel." Breathless, beyond any normal state of caring, I stared straight into Rose's avid gaze and said, "I want your big cock in my cunt...Daddy." "Oh yes. She's certainly a sexy little slut. Are you sure she was only popped for the first time last night?" Rose smiled. "Absolutely," Spider groaned. "Put it in her, baby." "Amazing." Rose looked down, put her hand flat over my gyrating mound, her thumb rolling my clit. I felt her other hand doing something at my entrance, then suddenly, I felt the huge head of Spider's cock stretching me, opening me, sliding up into my slick, clinging, aching cunt. He slammed into me, jolting my whole body, making me bounce with each deep thrust. I couldn't help crying out as the delicious waves of pleasure sparked and exploded inside me. "She's cumming already," Rose said. "Ooh God! That is bliss!" Spider gasped. "She's milking me, sucking me off with her cunt. I told you this kid was born to fuck. Ah...Ooh! Suck her clit, darling. Make her cum again on my cock." Rose lowered her head and I felt her lips on me. Her tongue danced over my clit and I literally vibrated on Spider's throbbing prong. I felt him surge within me and thought the top of my head was going to come off. I cried out again, a long wail of almost painful pleasure. "Jesus!" Spider groaned, and I felt him pumping great globs of hot cum into my writhing belly as Rose gently nibbled and licked my fiery clit. "God, Danny. You're like a rampant fucking horse. It's all bubbling out of her. I think you've probably impregnated her little womb with that multi-squirt of juice." "Oh, yeah!" Spider moaned, pumping his huge rod deeper into me. "Oh God, yes! I'd love to stick one in her oven." That's how it's been now for two whole weeks. Every night, Rose and Spider share and suck and fuck me. Spider made me suck Rose's clit and put my finger in her bum. I've learned how to make her cum with my tongue in minutes. He even puts his big cock up both our bums and shoots his cum up there. At first, I found it really uncomfortable being 'fucked in the arse' as he put it, but now I'm used to it, I love it. I love it all, every depraved thing they make me do. Rose says I am the most amazing little fuck toy she's ever known. She couldn't believe I am only thirteen. And that's my problem. I don't even think of David anymore, and I'm not interested in my schoolwork or any of the daily activities. I live to be with Spider and Rose. I want to be with them 24/7. Of course, I know that, in the real world, that isn't possible, but that's all I dream about. They have both warned me not to tell anyone, not a soul, about what's going on or we could all end up in big trouble with the police and stuff because I am underage. How ridiculous is that? How can such wonderful pleasure be against the law? I really don't understand that. No one forced me or made me do anything I didn't want to do. I was ready for everything we've done together. At night, after our sessions and I'm home in bed, I have to rub my clit and make myself cum one more time before I go to sleep. My cums just get stronger and stronger. Rose says I'm a right little nymphomaniac. Mom says I look pale and tired and need more early nights, but I know what I need, and it's not early nights - unless it's early nights with Spider and Rose. | 3 |
114,622 | Sowing Wild Oats | He graduated high school with a very high GPA and attended university in another state. He has dual citizenship with Canada and the United States. During college, he developed software that was to revolutionize the computer industry. He had the foresight to patent it in his name and formed a limited corporation to protect himself. He hired a prestigious marketing firm to market his patent and had some takers that paid the license fee for limited use.
One of those licensees put it on the internet and sold it under his name. When it was discovered about 6 months later, there were millions of copies of this software out there and being used by unknown persons, agencies, and companies. When it was discovered, an immediate fix was developed that would render the software useless when the upgrade was downloaded. When the original product was released, it contained a mandatory upgrade requirement. It only worked with the originating website that he controlled and had a termination date. A product key was required and it was encrypted into each and every download or CD provided to valid purchasers.
Discovery of the unlicensed product was found when the software automatically accessed the website and the product key did not match the authorized product. When he began receiving email stating the upgrade would not download and the product codes were all the same, his attorney notified the purchaser that they had unlicensed software and in time would be sued. The only recourse they had was to purchase the license from him for a legitimate copy, and they would have to seek a refund from the unscrupulous seller they obtained it from.
Of course, many of those unsuspecting persons simply had to remove it from their system. If they purchased it from his internet site, then he made money, and it was not a cheap product. Let's just say that the day he graduated from university, he was a multi-millionaire and he was working on another item that would soon be a mainstay in nearly every household worldwide that had cell phones and internet access. Product development was complete, and a limited number of these phone-like devices were already being used in BETA form. They would be rendered inoperative when the final product hit the streets. Beta testers would, of course, be given the new device along with a check for $1,000 US.
The release date was 6 months in the future, so he was able to try it out in his city. The item looks like a cell phone but gives so much information about the owner back to his website. Unlike social networking games and applications that provide information to a company for marketing purposes, the information obtained is very personal. If it is a female person, DOB, hair color, eye color, height, weight, sexual activity is obtained along with some primary medical information. In the setup mode, various harmless questions are asked to obtain this information. The most difficult information to obtain and track was when the female's period began. It turned out that a nag screen got that information when a certain age was reached. Mothers often thought it was wonderful that a reminder to purchase necessary items was included free of charge.
All of the information was automatically uploaded to his leased servers daily without the knowledge of the user. As long as the phone unit was on, it would upload automatically. Let's just say that he knows an awful lot about users that live in his city.
Using this information and knowing that many women are single and not willing to become pregnant, he devised a way to impregnate them without their knowledge or consent. It really was simple once he put it all together. But, before he put the plan into effect, he needed to be the respected citizen in his community. He sold the initial product to a consortium of investors for an enormous sum of money and retained access to the core of the product without their knowledge. The back door to the product would be difficult for anyone to locate, and they would have to know the encryption key.
He took the money and hid it in numbered accounts overseas that would return him about 12% on his money. The accounts were located offshore and completely secret. He had paid the US taxes on the profits when he obtained the money and made some investments in legitimate enterprises to be somewhat legal and built his lovely home in amongst other fabulously wealthy people. He also built a lodge in a far away state and he has a helicopter and business jet that he is licensed to fly.
He located his computers in an old concrete warehouse and located unsuspecting women for his impregnation plan. He used his new database to locate some half dozen young girls ages 15 to 17. They all lived in a two square mile area of the city and all lived in nice houses. Their parents often left them alone to study at some point in their daily life. As previously stated, he knew everything there was to know about his women. He had access to their homes with an automatic key maker and could deactivate alarm systems as needed. Since the locations were in the north where gas heat was used for heating, he was able to simply cut off the gas to allow the pilot lights to go out and then he pump in his sleeping gas that puts everyone in the area to sleep. Then he simply enters the home and makes love to the women and leaves his payload deep within their fertile cunts. He would always redress them and put a tampon in them to ensure no leakage. He would relight their pilot light and leave the premises.
Needless to say, some of them would complain that they were raped and report it to the authorities, but since there was no indication of illegal entry or other proof, the police would regard it as simply the girl trying to cover up her pregnancy by placing blame on an unknown rapist. The gas he used would dissipate in about an hour and virtually not detectable except by very expensive and exclusive methods. In one month's time, he had raped about 30 young girls and in some cases the mothers too.
After testing was completed, the beta testers received their new phones and their money. He moved his operation to another city and you guessed it, fucked (raped) over 200 women in a month. All were fertile and unsuspecting.
He found he could hit townhouses, condos, apartment buildings and with some prior reconnoitering could pump the gas under their door or through their window from a fire escape. Nothing was too difficult for him.
It also didn't matter the race of the women. They were all equal in his eyes. Nearly 90% conceived, and it was reported in the local papers that there was a rapist loose in their city; women were becoming pregnant of all ages. Virgins were a lot of fun for him. One that comes to mind was a 15-year-old who had just had her second period. She was not dating anyone but had two brothers who were after her young pussy. They lived in a two-story house in a gated community.
He learned that the developer had purchased the door locks from a national company in the same key series. It was easy to obtain master keys to fit every house there unless the owner changed the locks. He gassed the home one evening after the parents left to go to a business party. The girls were all fertile, and the brothers were there also. He spent almost four hours inside their home. The first girl was a real bleeder. He popped her cherry and deposited a load deep inside her. Her little sister was next, and when he fingered her, he found she was actually ovulating or very close to it. Her mucous was favorable for sperm travel. He had to use lubricant to slip inside her, but he managed to fully insert his 7 inches deep inside her. Her body responded as though she was awake, but she was sound asleep. These two girls were dosed twice to ensure they took. The brothers were asleep in their room. He stripped them naked and carried them to the girls' room. He then masturbated the boys so they would have semen on them and left them cuddled up with their sisters. After he cleaned up, he left in the darkness.
He left their house and found three more homes just down the street where the girls were alone and vulnerable. Once they were asleep, he could take his time.
It was about a week later that the shit hit the fan, so to speak. The area was flooded with police and press. It seems that several of the women and girls complained they were raped. Rape kits were taken, but by the time they were taken, most of the evidence had been absorbed by their bodies. Brothers were blamed in some cases, and there were some broken families, but he didn't mind.
He moved to another city and repeated the crime.I cannot tell you how many girls or women were impregnated, but I estimate that last year over 1,000 females had my babies, and some were multiple births. I have since moved across the country and settled down with my own wife, who is pregnant with my child. I am now 25 years old, and she is 20. My neighbors have my phones, and yes, there have been new models released through AT&T and Sprint. T-Mobile is being negotiated with since they complete the top 3 in usage. It is so easy now to get the information and then rape them until pregnant.
All new purchasers of service or renewals must fill out a mandatory application at the store. They will automatically receive a new, updated phone unit with their call list, email, and text messages transferred to their new unit. Once they have left the store, they will receive by email or text a survey that they must complete to ensure their phone unit. The answers are yes and no and mostly unobtrusive and seemingly harmless. Once the survey is complete, the full features of the phone are activated, and the user has no knowledge of it.
My neighborhood is all young married couples, like us, and every woman here is pregnant with my child. They think their husbands are the daddies in most cases. This is the best pussy location in the world. I do get up and go to work every day. I have an office in a mall nearby with computer access to my servers, and I can travel anywhere for a day or so and impregnate a neighborhood or school. Yes, a school. I decided to hit a local high school.
A lot of girls have my phones, and it only took me about a week to find 40 fertile girls, 14 of whom were virgins. I isolated their living locations and nailed them over a one-week period. 35 became pregnant. 10 were put on the morning-after pill, and the others miscarried or aborted. All 14 former virgins complained to their parents as soon as they discovered they had been raped. Their parents contacted the police. Rape kits were taken, and yes, my DNA was obtained, but without anything to compare it to, I was safe.
I moved to another school in the same city the following month. The same thing happened there, except I made it a point to only impregnate minority girls. Blacks were preferred, then the Latinas, and lastly, 2 Muslim girls. I nailed the Muslim girls in their own bedrooms with their parents sound asleep in the other room. Their mothers did not have my phone, so I had no history on them, but they also got a load of my sperm in their hairy pussies while their husband slept peacefully beside them.
I was really having the time of my life. I watched the news and read all the local papers. The local authorities were at a loss as to how so many women were raped in their own homes, without any signs of a break-in, and all were fertile. By the time the mothers decided their husbands hadn't knocked them up, it was too late to prove otherwise. Their own little girls were pushing big bellies too, and Muslims do not abort babies.
I took a month off to survey another locale and found a wonderful spot in Florida. It was at a resort that I was staying at on business. My wife was with me and sporting a large belly too. It was easy to penetrate the electronic locks since I was able to duplicate the maid's keys and determine their daily code. Every little teen there got screwed at least once by me, and since they were on vacation, they didn't say anything to their parents about it.
The virgins were the fun ones. I always made sure their blood didn't leak on the sheets by using a towel. The last virgin I nailed was 13 and by far the youngest. I didn't really care if she conceived or not. She fucked nicely, even though she was sound asleep. Her body responded, and she bled nicely. I left her sleeping in her blood and semen leaking onto the sheets. I hoped her daddy would realize or think he had done the deed, as I found him naked with his wife, and she was already sporting a belly as though she were pregnant.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when they woke up. We left two days later and saw them as they were packing their rental car. Daddy was very loving to his daughter, and she was responsive to him.
My last act was to inform the resort that they had a rapist on the property and gave them the name of one of their male employees who has one of my phones. I found out he was a closet pedophile. Oh well...
With new phone models coming out every few months, I stopped making new phones but provided updated software on each when the owners updated their phones. New code allowed me to keep the women's information, and I always had a ready supply of new candidates. My local neighborhood in Canada all had their babies within a two-month period. As soon as they were born, I began a concerted effort to re-impregnate them before their husband got to them. With millions of phones in circulation from the Big 3 service providers and phone models supplied by my manufacturer, I had a continuous source of new candidates. Of course, not every woman or girl would receive my visit. I am a man after all!
Next month, we are taking our new baby on a cruise to the Bahamas, and I hope to get some on the ship also.
Five years later.
The law enforcement community is still dumbfounded as to how there are over 100 rapes in their cities each year, and the rapist is invisible. Some locales have taken steps to take DNA samples from all parents and their newborn babies to see if they are really the parent. I will stay out of those cities and locales in the future.
My wife and I have had one baby a year since we married, and I know they are mine. 3 boys and 3 girls. She is pregnant with our seventh. We are working for 10 ... a basketball team with cheerleaders.
We have bought a yacht and will travel the Intracoastal Waterway north in the spring to New York and then take the Erie Canal to the Great Lakes and find our way into Canada and Northern US. I finally confided in my soulmate and lover our true wealth, and she was shocked as she thought I had to work to make a living for her. Now she won't ever have to clean house or cook anymore, as I hired a staff to handle our domestic work.
Our domestics are all citizens of their respective countries, and pregnancy is encouraged. The women are not to take any birth control measures. They all have my latest phones updated with the latest software, as does their husbands. Of course, their children may be mine as I can easily put their husbands to sleep with a pill in their evening drink. My yacht crew are all professional people too, (2 captains and 4 executive officers with 4 first mates.) They are allowed to have their mates with them also. My ship's name is "Happy Wanderer," and we fish, hunt, and have clothing-optional events on board. The crew can dress down also.
If you happen to see our ship or our RV, smile and give a wave or a honk. I am the Happy Wanderer, and I sow wild oats.
Part 2
Time has sure moved along. The wireless phone industry has grown into a Trillion-dollar business. There are so many new phone units with more features now than there were just 5 years ago. Fortunately, my manufacturers have kept me abreast of new operating systems and internal chips that have allowed me to continue impregnating fertile girls and women on two continents now.
I have a staff of 4 graduate students who have translated the code from English into Spanish, German, Italian, and Portuguese. I am looking for a Middle Eastern graduate student to translate the code into one of their languages.
My family is living in Canada now. My kids are attending pre-school, Kindergarten, and elementary school there. I spend about one month flying all over the world pursuing my lifestyle.
Currently, I am in South America. I am living in a large hotel in Medellín, Colombia.
I have my knockout gas prepared and ready. My laptop has shown there are 10 fertile women in this hotel. My reservations are for 7 days total. Thank goodness today's cell phones have GPS capability. I worked several days to be able to activate that feature on phones that had not had GPS activated. I was now walking the hallway on the 22nd floor of the hotel, trying to locate 3 fertile women. I have only 3 rooms now to check.
This is all new to me because usually, I can hit a home or school apartment building. Hotels are difficult because of all the steel and cabling in them. But I did succeed. I listened with my device under the door, and they were all in the room. Now to put my plan into effect.
I called room service from a house phone and ordered a bottle of wine to their room. I would then hijack the waiter in the elevator and put him to sleep for a while. I would then deliver the wine, compliments of the hotel, to the room. After putting the cart in their room, my gas would be expelled, putting everyone in a deep sleep. I would have about two hours to do my work.
The first girl was about 14. I guess she was a virgin. I lubed her up and fucked her. I put a towel under her buttocks since she bled. I filled her pussy with my sperm. While cleaning her up, I prepared her sister. She was about 17. My seven-inch cock was hard and ready for her hairy pussy. Why don't these Latinas trim their pubic hair? Daddy was knocked out on the bed with his wife. Both were naked and had been coupling prior to the wine delivery.
The 17-year-old was quite pretty and had large breasts. She had showered and smelled so nice. I lapped at her pussy, getting her and me ready to do my task. I mounted her, and after about 9 minutes of pillaging her love nest, I delivered a healthy dose of my virile sperm deep into her. I then plugged her with a tampon and hips elevated. I saw her little sister was still like I had left her. I didn't bother to plug her, however.
Mom was next. She had a very hairy pussy.I wanted to give her a trim, but then I didn't want to be discovered too soon. I crawled up on her and fucked her. She orgasmed with my cock in her. It took me a while to make her squirt, but I finally did, and I left her with about half my normal load. I left her lying on her back with her hips on a pillow. By the time she woke up, she would be pregnant, or there would be no evidence.
I cleaned up the room as best I could and poured the wine into glasses. I then left and returned to my suite via the stairs and then the elevator. The next day, the hotel was filled with police. I went to the dining room where I overheard people talking about a missing waiter. It seems a waiter was making a delivery and disappeared. There was no record he had made a delivery. The occupants had checked out that morning, and there was nothing on their bill for room service.
I enjoyed my breakfast, and then my phone beeped, telling me there was another fertile woman nearby. I discovered her eating alone. Oh well, no pain, no gain. I went over to her and introduced myself using a fictitious name. I presented her with my business card.
She was very attractive and in her late twenties or early thirties. I informed her I admired her beauty and would love to have dinner with her that evening if she was available. It seems her name was Maria, and she was a clothing designer who was opening a boutique there. She invited me to go with her since she needed some male assistance.
I quickly grasped the opportunity. I had a delightful day with her. It seems she had some boxes that needed to be carried into the new store. I met some sales staff there, and one of them had one of my phones too. I looked forward to spending time with her, but my focus was on Maria.
That evening, we enjoyed a wonderful dinner at a local restaurant known for its ambiance. Later, we walked, or rather strolled, in one of the parks there. On the way back to our hotel, I stopped at a local pharmacy and bought a package of condoms. She had indicated she wanted me to come to her room, and I wanted so much to get between her legs. She was truly a gorgeous Latina woman.
In her room, I slowly stripped her, and she stripped me. It seems she had no boyfriend, and I don't wear a wedding ring, so she felt safe with me. She knew I had purchased condoms and was hopeful of our impending encounter. I opened a bottle of red wine, and we toasted each other in just our undies. I had the TV set to a wonderful music station, and it set the mood. We got on the bed, and I began my foreplay with her. It was only a short time of foreplay when she had my boxers off.
She immediately began making love to my hard cock and balls. I keep myself well-trimmed, and part of me is shaved bare. I could tell she trimmed her pussy too, since I had been fingering her. She began sucking and licking my shaft. I found she even swallowed my cockhead once. She gagged and apologized.
I told her that was not a problem, that a cock was designed to be used in another part of a woman's body. She agreed and rolled over to present me with total self. I hate condoms, but I wanted her trust, so I rolled on a condom, which she witnessed me doing, then I proceeded to bring her to orgasm with my fingers and cock. She was writhing and moaning as I teased her labia and her clitoris every so often. I got my finger inside her vagina and drew some of her copious fluids out. Her fluids were extremely slick and sticky. I knew she was about to ovulate. I leaned over her and kissed her breasts and bit her nipples as my cock found its home. I pushed slowly into her as she let out her breath in a whoosh as my cockhead rested on her cervix. I rotated my hips and used short strokes to maintain her arousal level.
She threw her legs around my waist, allowing me the deepest penetration possible. I bounced my pelvis against hers and mashed her clit on each bounce. She began with the "AIIIIIIEEEEEEs" and "UnnnnnnnnnGHHHHs" as I continued to service her. I held her close and whispered between my own grunts how wonderful she was. I nibbled her ear as I felt my balls begin their surge. I wanted to rip that condom off and do my duty as a man and procreate, but her trust was in me that I would bring her off, and she would not feel betrayed.
She had not said anything to me about being in her fertile time. She thought that I was being a thoughtful man and not wanting to impregnate her without her willingness. My cock swelled, and then the surges and jets of sperm filled the condom.
"OHHHHHH" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned as she felt the condom fill and my cock flex deep within her.
"ARRRRRGH" "ARRRRRGH" "ARRRRRGH" I groaned as the last painful surge left me exhausted. I collapsed on her, our lips locked in passionate kissing. She hugged me tightly as we both came down from our mountaintop of passion.
I continued to lie on her as my cock wilted some. I reached down and grasped the condom tightly as I withdrew from her. She opened her eyes long enough to see the condom did its job. I tied a knot in it and then went to the bathroom to clean up and throw it away.
She was asleep as I climbed into bed with her again. I lay next to her and listened to her soft breaths. I dozed awhile and was awakened with her movement against me. She rolled over and was now holding my penis that was awakening to the attention.
I kissed her nose, then her lips softly.
She must have been dreaming because she moved back onto her back and took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I let it lie there and then began lightly stroking her slit and then her clitoris. She began sighing as I touched and aroused her.
Soon she said, "Please, Don't tease me. Put it in me, honey."
I continued to tease and arouse her while slowly rising to get into position. My cock was now at its maximum hardness.
Just as I was about to enter her, I drew back my foreskin and dragged some of her copious wetness onto me. Then I slowly entered her fertile ground. I went in an inch or so, then withdrew, then back in a bit further. Each inwards stroke was just a bit deeper than the last. Each withdrawal caused her vagina to grasp me tightly. I knew she was asleep, and her body was responding only to the exquisite innate response it was designed for.
It was only about 3 minutes of this action until my balls began surging. I felt them draw up tight, and then the swell of my cock as I pushed as deep into her as possible. I held still and flexed my PC muscle. The first spurt blasted from me and hit her cervix. There were three quick spurts that followed the first big one. I pulled back as her vagina grabbed my cock tightly. That caused another surge of sperm to be ejected into her.
I held myself still. I didn't want her to awaken and find my bare cock inside her. She only moaned once since I had entered her. I listened to her breathing, and it was slow and steady. She was sound asleep, and my sperm were fast swimming through her body to find her recently dropped egg.
I don't know how long I held fast like that, but I think it was about 10 minutes. My arms were tired, and my hips were aching. I slowly withdrew, even though I was still hard. Her pussy continued to milk me as I withdrew.
As soon as I was out of her, I looked and saw her pussy pulse and literally suck her lips closed. There was no leakage. I sat on the bed and lightly stroked her vulva and circled her clitoris. She moaned a few times. I imagined she was having a love dream. At least I hoped she was.
I got up and washed my cock with warm water, then I got back into bed with her. Daylight was filtering into the room through a crack in the curtains. She was once again fondling my cock. It was getting hard once more. I moaned once, and she awoke, continuing to stroke me.
"Good morning," I said as I woke up.
"Good morning, lover," she replied. "I like doing this with my man in the morning. I could do this for a long time."
"Don't let me stop you," I replied.
She continued to masturbate me. I told her that if she didn't stop, she would get a bath of sperm. She just continued to jack me off. It wasn't long that my cock exploded and bathed her. The first big shot went up high in the air, then came down directly on her vulva and began trickling into her vaginal entrance.
"OHHHHH" she gasped as she realized where it was going. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. She washed herself off, all the while saying something in Spanish.
I asked her what was wrong, and she said in English, "I am fertile, and any sperm that gets in me now could get me pregnant. I was due to ovulate yesterday. That's why I let you fuck me with a condom. I would not let anyone in me bare right now. I was so glad and happy that the condom was good when you took it off."
I felt an immediate happiness that she was happy with me. She came back to the bed, all dry and clean. We kissed, and I ate her pussy while she sucked me in a 69 position. Our tummies growled, and I suggested we eat breakfast, then plan our day.
We went and ate, then to the new boutique that was nearly ready for opening. She puttered around as I made eyes with one of the salesgirls. She was fertile too.
I suggested she and I go get lunch and bring it to the shop, and she agreed. We walked to a take-out place and ordered. I kissed her, and she became very passionate. When she felt my hardness, she said to come with her. She led me to her little apartment nearby. We were hardly inside when she came into my arms, and I picked her up as I kissed her. I carried her to the bed and lay her down. We wasted no time getting undressed. She had small breasts, but any breast is worthy of attention. I made love to it, and she grasped my now hard penis.
She pulled me to her, and then without much foreplay, I fell into her tight pussy.It took me three thrusts to get fully into her. She was almost screaming her passion as I now banged against her. She was a tiger in bed, throwing her legs wide in the air and yelling "Aiiiiiiieee" "OHHHHHH!!!!" as I plunged in and out of her.
I didn't have much time to really make love with her as I would have liked. It was a fast fuck, and I delivered my copious sperm deep inside her as her pussy responded to the loving. She orgasmed several times, the last one causing her to clasp her legs tightly around my butt to keep me fully lodged inside her.
We lay there for several minutes when I suggested we would have to hurry back. She relaxed her legs as my cock had wilted some. I pulled out of her. There was white semen all around her open vagina. I suggested a shower, and she said no. She led me to her washroom and washed me, then her pussy. She didn't sit on the commode or do anything any other woman would do if she was going back to work.
We kissed as we dressed, and she told me how much she loved me fucking her. I wanted to do her that night, but she said her boyfriend was coming back from travel and she would be with him. I hoped he would fuck her, then she could blame him for her pregnancy.
We returned with lunch to the shop and had a wonderful remaining day. Maria told me her flight would leave at 9 pm, and she would be on it. I took her to the airport, and we kissed. That was the last I would see of her.
At the airport, I saw a young girl talking on her phone. She was telling someone that she couldn't because it wasn't safe for her. I followed her taxi and watched as she went into an apartment. I waited to see who else would arrive. Since no one arrived, I gassed her apartment and waited for the thud or some other indication she was asleep.
An hour later, I had fucked her and her older sister. I plugged them both with tampons. The older sister was not that pretty and probably had no active boyfriend or lover. She had big hips and a wide hairy pussy. It was perfect for passing a baby. My cock, large as it is, could barely get any friction, she was so wide. But I did inseminate her.
I drove back to the hotel and there saw the waiter I had put to sleep a day before. He was being fired, as there were tears in his eyes. When I went to check out the next day, I asked what had happened to him. It seems that the room he was to make a delivery to had filed a complaint that the daughters came there virgins and now they were not. He was accused.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for him," I said.
My next stop was in Brazil. I already had information on several women there. It was nearing Carnival time, and women are footloose and willing at that time. I took my condoms and punctured little holes in them for later use.
I checked into my hotel suite and was greeted by two lovely senoritas who I took to dinner and wined them, then bedded them. One was nearing ovulation, and the other was in her safe period. I used a condom on her and bare-backed the fertile one.
The next night, I had two more show up to my room. Both were fertile, and both left filled with sperm. I made my rounds of the addresses of the women and girls I had come to fuck and impregnate. They were dark-skinned and quite lovely. I gassed their rooms and raped them while their husband, brother, or dad slept in the next room oblivious to their fertility. I spent all night there. I had given them a quick refresh of gas as they slept.
The next morning, I met two senoritas who were drunk from partying, and I took them to a hotel. I paid cash for the room, and we had our own party. I gassed them and fucked them with condoms. Later, I left them there in the hotel sleeping and went to a local pharmacy for antibiotics. I usually carry a supply should I catch something.. I have been very lucky.
I spent the next three days abstaining from any form of sex. I had to fly home and would want to be at my peak virility so the wife wouldn't get suspicious.
When I arrived home, I was greeted by my wife who welcomed me, showing a baby bump. She was pregnant with number 9. This one should be a boy, but girls are always welcome too. I couldn't remember how we did it. We made love for over an hour before I blew my sperm inside her.
My oldest daughter is 8, and she heard us making love. My wife is very loud when she has a strong orgasm, and I always make sure she has at least one.. This night, she had two.
My daughter caught me on top of her mom, and I had to explain everything to her. I hoped she would not be hurt by it.
"Honey, what do you think about us taking a cruise on the yacht with the kids? We can go to the Bahamas and chill out, fish, scuba, and let the kids be kids and skinny dip if they want?"
"I think that is a grand idea. I'll pack the things in the morning while you get the yacht and crew together. I want to take the nanny and teacher with us this trip. I don't want the kids to miss their education," she said.
I called the crew, and the captain told me that conditions were favorable for us to sail the next evening. We wanted to time our Atlantic arrival with a high tide since we have to travel the river.
We set sail as planned. I gathered everyone together and told them that clothing was optional inside the cabin, but they had to have a skirt or coverup if they could be seen in the open. The boys love being naked, and since they are so young, no one would really say much, but the older girls and young women were another matter. I have a rule that the young women on board are off-limits to me, even though I know their cycles. I also have them on the patch or pill just for my protection.
We took our time sailing the Great Lakes and then the Erie Canal. From here on, clothes were required. We sailed through Manhattan and then past the Statue of Liberty. I took pictures of the kids from the top deck with the Statue in the background. It would be a family treasure.
We stayed in international waters after leaving New York. The crew maintained their places while the rest of us lounged around almost naked.
Being with my family again is most satisfying. Of course, I would probably be glad when this vacation was over, and I would sow my wild oats in another part of the world.
The End. | 5 |
114,713 | Rise of the Cosmic Pendragon | He had thousands of wives.
He had millions of daughters.
He had holdings in hundreds of universes.
And his influence stretched across the multiverse entire.
Everyone knew who the Pendragon was, and respected him. Even his enemies respected his power. When it came to 'multiversal empires' - as those mind-bogglingly large factions whose territory spanned multiple planes and universes were called - the Pendragon Alliance was on the smaller end of the scale still. But it had the reach of a giant, fingers everywhere in the multiverse.
So when the Pendragon spoke, everyone listened. And when he called...everyone came.
"Oh Pendragon, yes! Oh gods, yes! Oh, my gods!!" One of his newest wives thrashed beneath him, her pointed elven ears practically curling as they quivered so violently with bliss, her slender arms and legs flinging about wildly in the throes of her wanton passion. His enormous dick deformed her sloppy wet cunt again and again as she gushed her warm fuckhoney all over him, sliming his obese balls and running down her ass crack, forming a puddle of her juices in the bed beneath their coupling.
Al grunted a final time, anchoring his cock nuts-deep inside her recently impregnated cunt, and blew his load. His cum spewed inside that hot, slick cunt in strong blasts of hot human babymaking cocksauce, and his wife's mind shattered with ecstasy, as his body crushed her so deliciously beneath his muscular bulk. Although she was already pregnant, her alien variety of the elf species was capable of carrying multiple pregnancies at once, and so in addition to being three months pregnant with a baby, she was also a month pregnant with twins, and now was knocked up yet again, her newly dropped egg drowning in her polygynous husband's flood of spunk.
It was the fifth time he'd unleashed his jizz jets inside her climaxing cunt that night, and she finally slumped beneath him, utterly worn out by ecstasy, as her pussy eagerly gobbled up his last several spurts. He cradled her beneath him, and two of his other wives on the bed snuggled up to him as well. Though exhausted by euphoria already - their asses and cunts still drooling thick cum - they always wanted more of his titanic cock.
But he had to take his leave after a while of snuggling sweetly with them. He time-synced back a few hours and visited his eldest daughters' room in the city-craft. They were on a newer city-craft, one only a decade old, that had been built solely to accommodate his countless - and always increasing - wives and daughters. It was decadently palatial, with each wife and daughter having close to the equivalent of a mansion's worth of their own space aboard it.
In the twins' room, Penny was already there, fussing over her eldest girls' hair and outfits. The clock was just shy of striking midnight, and Al took a moment to admire his queen Penraddin and his twins Llaeloryn and Llaerelle. Penny was in a skimpy green getup studded with jewelry, and her hair was held in a braid with a tiara beneath her bangs. Her tummy was poofed out with a few months' swelling by her 25th pregnancy. Despite being 36 now, she still appeared as an eternally youthful 18, and could easily be mistaken for her eldest daughters, who were turning 18 right this moment as midnight chimed.
"Daddy!" Llaerelle caught sight of him first, lighting up to see him. She wore a skirted bikini that bared almost all of her buttocks and barely contained her enormous perky tits. The cloth and jewels of her wedding dress - if 'dress' it could be called - were pink, compared to the scarlet of Llaeloryn's otherwise-identical outfit.
The younger of his two eldest daughters leapt towards him and embraced him, and he laughed, crushing her to him. Llaeloryn wasn't far behind. "You'll muss up their hair and outfits, babe," Penny teased him.
"A lot more than that will be mussed up after Daddy fucks us!" Llaeloryn said with a naughty giggle, and she and her twin tittered madly.
"Please will you fuck us now, Daddy?" Llaerelle turned her most devastating pout on him. "I know the wedding isn't till tomorrow, but I'm so horny for your giant cock!" Llaeloryn echoed her younger twin's eagerness.
He laughed and playfully squeezed their asses, one in each large hand, and they squealed delightedly. "You know you have to time-travel back to the past first." The twins had grown up their whole lives hearing the story of how Al and Penny had met them on Earth, which commenced in them discovering the wider multiverse.
"Yeah, but," Llaeloryn said, "you or Mama could use your powers to avoid paradox even if you take our virginity now, instead of in the past like you remember."
He laughed, but could not deny the truth of her words. "And deprive my past self of the pleasure? Don't be so cruel, babycakes."
They redoubled their pouts' strength. "But you're being cruel to us by not fucking us now, Daddy!" He smirked at them, and their pouts melted into giggles. "Oh, alright, Daddy," Llaerelle twirled a lock of her long red-gold hair, "but only 'cause you asked nicely. Kiss me for luck?"
She turned up her head and he bent down to kiss those plush gorgeous lips, then did the same for Llaeloryn. Both girls then vanished with a flurry of magical sparkles, as they traveled back to the past. "Did we ever tell them the part where they land in your swimming pool?" Penny asked, coming up to her husband and putting her arms around his waist.
The twinkle in his eye mirrored hers. "We just might have forgotten to mention that." They both laughed, and kissed, and then kissing turned to hot raunchy fucking...
It was a few hours later, as they lay snuggling in the afterglow of multiple mutual cums, that Llaerelle and Llaeloryn returned, their faces glowing with the happiness of the freshly fucked. They kissed their Daddy and Mama eagerly, but it was time, as they knew, to head to the cosmic nexus.
The cosmic nexus was the center of the multiverse, and was theoretically connected to everywhere. The ruins of Atlantis were there still, in the very heart of the nexus, warded by the eternally vigilant flaming blades that were the Creator's seven seals. Now, however - as much as any time in this nexus could be called 'now' - the space around dead Atlantis was filled with vessels and personages from all over the multiverse. The Pendragon had declared a momentous event at the cosmic nexus, and no one - even his foes - would discount his words.
The immortal imperator of the Aeon Imperocracy himself was there, watching from his palace barge with his most favored imperocrats, surrounded by his crystal fleet of starstone space cruisers. The Broker (pregnant yet again by her virile human lover) and the other Drul Regentates of the Infinity Command were in attendance. The Ten Thousand Ministers of the Coalition Parliament were there, and so were the Honorable Seated Deities of the Ald Se Ling Theodom.
The space of the cosmic nexus was filled with the vastness of all who had come, far beyond just those of the multiverse's greatest powers. Factions and dignitaries, from countless trillions of origins, assembled. One far unreachable corner of the cosmic nexus blossomed in the fires of creation's birth, as the seven archangels of heaven - including Lucifer before his rebellion - watched this curious event from the very beginning of time.
On an opposite corner of the cosmic nexus could be seen a dim red sun, surrounded by a void of color that was on the far side of blackness: absolute and utter nothingness, less than nothingness. Thus the end of time, the end of the multiverse itself, was in attendance, where Chaos itself had been spent and only a dying sun surrounded by coldblooded abominations still survived, for a final interval before entropy too claimed them.
Al zoomed out from the central city-craft of his Alliance forces, gleaming brightly with psionic light so that he could be easily beheld, and he flew until he was far above the ruined disk where Atlantis had once stood. His eldest twin daughters, Llaeloryn and Llaerelle, were hovering on either side of him, and Penraddin had joined them as well. From this apex, beneath which flashed the seven seals of warding divine flame, his voice boomed. Bolstered by his superpsionics, his voice reached every ear and every audio device.
"Atlantis was the greatest civilization in the multiverse. The best of us - such as the Aeon Imperocracy and the Theodom of Ald Se Ling - can only aspire to its grandeur." He knew the aeon imperator would be bristling at those words, as the man was an arrogant narcissist. "The one we call the Creator - El Elohim Elyon himself - was jealous of Atlantis, and in his envy sent the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse to destroy it. And even now his will seals it away from the multiverse.Everyone in attendance already knew this, of course, so Al made that introduction succinct. "Today...I take Atlantis back." He paused to let that sink in, and was not disappointed. Audio chatter, personal exclamations, and psychic flutters overwhelmed those in attendance - most gasping at his boldness, some appalled at his arrogance, others convinced that he was an omnipotent god who knew no limits.
"Standing here with me are my queen, Penraddin, and our daughters, my brides the princesses Llaeloryn and Llaerelle. They are the royal heirs to all that was Atlantis. The blood of the Nephilim royalty still flows in their veins, and unfathomable magic is their birthright." More shock rippled through the audience, though a great many knew of Penny and the twins' descent. There were those who kept track of such things, just as Merlin and the Illuminati had back on Earth.
"Just as the lost treasures of old Atlantis are their birthright," Al continued, and in an eyeblink, he psionically transported the relics from his personal vault to float in space before him. Excalibur was there, but so were the several great artifacts that had been the lost civilization's most powerful talismans. "Look ye upon them," he proclaimed. "I have found them and gathered them. And now it is time to restore Atlantis."
He made no further declaration, but every eye was fixed upon him - other than those lieutenants who were confirming, with scans, for their bosses, that the displayed treasures were genuine - and he zoomed down towards the planet-sized disk of ruins and blackened rubble. The flaming swords swept up to block his path, raising up curtains of divine fire in his way-
The very fabric of spacetime in the cosmic nexus seemed to ripple with the force of their collision. It passed in a flash, and there was only the Pendragon, majestically descending to the disk below. The seals were gone, the Creator's wards broken.
Stunned silence met him, before dissolving into raucous exclamations, some excited and some outraged and some fearful. Al ignored it all, but landed on the tallest mountain of the Atlantean disk, where the blasted and withered trunks of two enormous trees lifted gnarled branches up to the sky. He raised his arms above him and called out in a great voice, "Come then, Death, and take your vengeance if you can!"
His words were solely for the effect of his audience, for the psionic shout with which he summoned Death was inaudible. And the Horseman did come. Just as he had come for Penny almost 19 years ago, he came again, intending to fulfill his mandate and slay both Penraddin and her heirs - and the upstart mortal who had dared breach the sacred seals.
At Stonehenge on Earth, close to two decades ago, the time-traveling twins had engaged in an epic duel of power and magic with Death. Al's power now outstripped his twin daughters' magic, and he simply seized Death in his superpsionic will and crushed his physical form into a shadowy blob that was the Horseman's true essence, stripping him of his divine power.
Death's rage was delivered in his eerily expressionless voice.
"You cannot do this."
"Go back to your master," Al said, "and tell him - you may have slain old Atlantis - but new Atlantis will never fall." The shadowy form of Death vanished then, and more stunned silence fell. The twins, knowing ahead of time what to do, floated down to land next to their father, and impulsively embraced him. They had known Al was going to confront Death, and they had believed he could do it, but they were nonetheless relieved to see him victorious and unharmed.
"Now," Al proclaimed, "I take these heirs of Atlantis - my eldest daughters - as my brides, and begin the dynasty of New Atlantis." His daughters' eyes were shining with love and pride, and there, before the gathered eyes of countless multiversal dignitaries, Al made love to his first two daughter-wives.
Llaeloryn was the eldest, so Al lifted her up first by her slender waist, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pulled her down on his giant cock. She arched her head back, croaking in sublime bliss as her juicy wet cunt - recently impregnated by Al's past self - was split wide apart by her very own daddy's enormous babymaker.
Llaerelle hovered in the air next to him - since even standing on tiptoe she wasn't tall enough to reach him - and kissed him passionately as he lifted her twin up and down on his huge dick. Llaeloryn cried out in bliss, forgetting everything around them except her father and herself, his huge incestuous cock pounding into her hot fresh young pussy.
"Daddy! Oh Daddy!" she huffed, her knee-length red-gold hair whipping about as her teenage juices gushed all over his immense cockmeat, spilling down his legs and to the ground. She was in a frenzy of pleasure as Al planted his fuckrod nuts-deep inside his own daughter's pussy again and again with loud lewd slapping squelches.
They climaxed in tandem, Llaeloryn's tight young body locking up in electrifying spasms of sheer bliss, as Al groaned his triumph. His huge cock lurched violently within her cunt as he buried himself fully inside her again, flinging fat globs of potent spunk deep within her cum-starved cunt and flooding her ravished womb with fresh helpings of daddy-jizz.
Their mingled cum spilled from their joined sexes and puddled on the ground, before running in rivulets down the barren rock of the mountain and twisting in the crooked roots of the dead trunks. Their passion was undimmed, however, and they fucked again, Llaeloryn climaxing twice more before her daddy filled her up with a second load.
Then it was Llaerelle's turn, and she eagerly lay back in mid-air, spreading her slim youthful legs to bare her sopping wet pink teenage pussy. Al thrust himself deep inside her, feeling his own daughter's hot tight slippery walls stretch around him and clamp down possessively on his member. Llaerelle trilled out her obscene rapture, and Llaeloryn covered her twin sister's mouth with her own, moaning together with her as they frenched, while father and daughter fucked like frenzied animals in heat.
Al had a firm grip of Llaerelle's thighs, pulling her roughly into his pounding thrusts. Her massive boobs heaved and jiggled enticingly with every slam together of their hot sweaty bodies. Her cunt contracted wetly, hungrily, around her own daddy's elephant cock, and she could take no more, but began quaking with the force of her climax as the peak of her pleasure exploded from her pussy throughout her whole body.
Al roared triumphantly and began cumming, deep inside his own young daughter's tight impregnated twat, and more incestuously mingled cum spilled to the ground. The trio kept fucking wildly, wantonly, uninhibitedly, cumming together over and over, and those watching noticed the effect on the world around them.
The dead roots began quivering slightly, and the trunks began straightening. Color slowly returned to the wood, and then sap began oozing from it again as leaves sprouted spontaneously from the trees - miraculously resurrected by the sheer life and vitality and vigor of the superpsionic Pendragon's passion for his eldest daughters.
With a final bellow, Al nutted inside Llaeloryn for the final time. Literal rivers of jizz were streaming down the mountainside, and plant life was blossoming everywhere it touched. Fruits were sprouting from the two trees now as well, and Al plucked one. "I give you Hesperides and Yggdrasil," he announced to the assembled crowd of the cosmic nexus.
Holding the fruit in his hand, he focused his psionic will, and it crystallized immediately, into a sparkling jewel of starstone far purer than anything not born in the cosmic nexus could produce. He held it up for all to see, knowing divine sight and magical divinations and technological scanners would be perusing it for authenticity.
He held in his mind the blueprints he and some of his most trusted advisors had worked on for years, and imprinted his will on the pure starstone fruit, then cast it down the side of the great mountain in an arcing lob. Instantly, it sprouted into vast growing amounts of crystal, and even as renewed flora spread over the entire disk, the crystal formed into a vast city of sparkling starstone. Walls, towers, citadels, vaults, all manner of structures, grew near-instantaneously into being, from the seed of a single pure starstone fruit imprinted by the Pendragon's superpsionic will.
In the center of the crystal city grew a vast spire, a spindle burrowing deep into the disk and coming out the other side, and rising high to the glittering sky of the cosmic nexus. More than any other of the starstone structures, it resonated psionic strength, an impregnable fortress: his new Pendragon Tower citadel.
In the space of the cosmic nexus, where the dim red sun at the end of time was, light blossomed as meta-time itself was altered by the fact of New Atlantis' founding: instead of succumbing to entropy, the multiverse would live forever, anchored by the renewed cosmic nexus.
"I claim New Atlantis - greater than the Atlantis of old - in the name of the Pendragon Empire!" Al said. With that declaration, his domain was no longer an alliance, but an imperium devoted to him; that had actually been the case for some time now, this only made it official.
The assembled multiversal powers were in an uproar. The Aeon Imperocracy immediately declared war upon the Pendragon Empire, livid over Al's theft of the secrets of their starstone - and over his creation and appropriation of a starstone source far purer and more potent than their 'farm' could ever be.
Al plucked a fruit off the other great tree, and lobbed it high into the air above him.It crystallized in mid-flight, focused by his will, and became an entire vast armada of crystal space cruisers, swarming the sky around New Atlantis. Then Al summoned his superpsionic strength and banished all the Aeon Imperocracy vessels away, hurling them through dimensional walls far away from his new capital.
Many of the other assembled multiversal powers stayed to congratulate him, some genuinely but others in futile attempts to manipulate him. New diplomacy flowered as the Pendragon Empire was negotiated with on a greater scale than ever before. As Al had predicted many years ago, it wasn't long before the Coalition petitioned to join his Empire.
But for now, on that day, Al withdrew into his Pendragon Tower, and went to the harem odah atop it. There, he had sex with his new daughter-brides over and over, his mammoth cock pulsing steaming jets of incestuous spunk into their continuously climaxing cunts. | 3 |
114,803 | Daddy and Holly | Holly stirred, sighing blissfully into wakefulness as the early morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds. She was nestled in her big, strong Daddy's arms, while she nestled his large, magnificent cock inside her dripping pussy. The little teen craved her daddy's fucktool more than anything else and loved to spend all night, every night, with his dick shoved balls-deep in her smooth young pussy.
She was surprised to note that she had woken up before him, a first in the month and a half since they had become lovers. She smiled happily and relished the moment, running a small hand lightly along his hard, muscular chest and chiseled abs. She rippled her pussy muscles up and down along his thick, long cock, and mewled delightedly as she was rewarded by the sudden throbbing of his manhood and the low, guttural groan in his throat.
In his sleep, his broad, strong hands cradled her sweet ass cheeks, wrenching a heated gasp from the girl, and she burrowed into her daddy's chest, fucking herself slowly on his cock and driving the slumbering stud she loved into a madness of dreamlike lust. A growl of desire emanated from Daddy's throat, and suddenly his hips bucked up into hers with a hard, wet smack.
"Oh!" Holly cried breathily, utter joy in her tone as her Daddy reamed her horny fuckhole. His breathing was harsh over her head as he slammed into her pussy, his grip on her ass pulling her down into his thrusts. The eighteen-year-old girl's eyes rolled with drunken bliss. She had never been pounded this hard by her Daddy before! He was always extremely gentle with her, but this wilder side that came out in his sleep stirred her passions into an animalistic frenzy, and she bucked her little pregnant body back into him just as hard.
The bed shook as her big, muscular daddy fucked her silly in his sleep, groaning out her name in his dreams. Holly wrapped her legs around his waist, impelling his thick, long johnson deep into her pussy, loving how his chiseled six-pack abs heaved sweatily along her little tummy bump. She juiced, her body convulsing beneath him, and his body locked up with the pleasure of the girl's pussy spastically milking his cock, his balls clenching and unloading his voluminous geysers of jizz into her preggo teen pussy.
Daddy gasped awake as he was jizzing, pounding her savagely, their hips meeting with lewd slaps of flesh on flesh. "Holllllllllllyyyyyy..." he groaned, the way his primal lust slurred her name driving her wild as she cummed all over his piledriving monster cock. She pulled his head down to hers and locked her plump eighteen-year-old lips on his, frenching her own daddy madly as they cummed together, till at last his balls drained dry inside his little girl, and her own convulsive shudders of ecstasy settled into slow ripples of afterglow.
"Mmmmmmmm..." Holly panted, between sucking on his tongue, "Daddddddddyyyyyy..."
"Holly, I'm sorry," Daddy said, gasping. "I didn't mean to be rough--"
"Shut up, Daddy," Holly giggled, slurping steamily on his tongue as she devoured his mouth. "That was AWESOME!" His harsh, manly groans into their kiss were celestial music to her ears.
When at last she relented, he sighed blissfully. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy," the young girl returned fervently. "I love you. Now fuck me into a drooling mess!" She heaved her lithe body at him, the libido she had inherited from him insatiable.
She heard the welcome growl of lust in his throat as his response, and the bed began shaking again with the force of their animalistic fucking, grown daddy and his little eighteen-year-old daughter smacking their hips together like wild beasts in heat. Holly's throat guttered with frenzied delight, going wild with lust as she felt the pure power and raw animal passion of her Daddy's uninhibited desire, his strong, muscular body heaving and slamming into her little preggo body as they fucked each other madly.
His massive cock hilted inside her tight, juicy fucksleeve, and his engorged cockknob popped inside her preggo womb, and Holly's eyes rolled back as she cummed. Her tight young velvet pussy clamped down hard on her own daddy's piledriver, locking him into place inside her where he belonged, and his breath caught in his throat. Her phenomenally hot, tight, wet, snug preggo pussy clutched so hard on him that both he and she could feel every bulging vein and ridge of his cock inside her.
Daddy burst, blowing his load directly inside his little daughter's womb and showering their baby girl - or girls - in cum. Holly shrieked, but he didn't stop, brutally fucking her nonstop and relentlessly slamming his squirting cock home inside her well-impregnated, wet, teen-girl twat.
Again and again he dumped his load deep inside his own 18-year-old daughter, whose shrieks of insane ecstasy gradually became gasping, breathy pants as she lost her voice, and by the time he was done, she had fallen limp, fucked into senseless bliss by the man she loved and lusted for.
Daddy smiled down at his sleeping little girl tenderly and kissed her brow. She mewled in her sleep and whined slightly as he pulled out. She was beautiful, and even more adorably sexy with that cute little bump just barely poufing out from her young tummy - their child!
So it was that Holly woke up alone a little later. "Daddy?" she murmured blearily. Her voice was still hoarse from her shrieks of pleasure. A split second after she realized that Daddy was not in the bed with her, her cute button nose twitched, registering the delicious scents of bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Holly!" Her Daddy came back into the bedroom again just then, bearing a platter of breakfast in bed for her, as he did every year. Although this year, it took on a brand new special meaning. He snuggled beneath the covers with her and propped up the platter on both their laps.
"Daddy!" Holly cried delightedly, nestling into his side and purring as his big, strong arm wrapped around her. "I told you not to do this this year!" She laughed. She'd told him not to do it because she preferred to simply wake up in his arms. Of course, her sneaky devil of a daddy-lover had managed to do both!
He took a giant bite of cheesy scrambled eggs and smacked her lips with a wet kiss before he chewed and swallowed, and she snorted a deliciously cute little giggle into his face before digging in. The food was wonderful, as always; her Daddy was a great cook. She forked a sausage link off his plate, and at his mock-incredulous look, the pregnant eighteen-year-old snarked around her mouthful of food, "I'm eating for two now, remember?"
He rubbed her slightly swollen tummy fondly, and Holly sighed, a slight shiver of pleasure and happiness running through her. "Maybe three," he suggested, and his little daughter-lover beamed at him.
They finished breakfast, snuggling all the while, and giggling and kissing between bites, before getting in the shower together. As the hot shower water ran over them, Daddy knelt to one knee and pressed his full, manly mouth to her sensitive, milk-swollen tit, closing his lips around her puffy, aching nipple and suckling.
"Oooooouuuuuuuuunnngghhhnnn," Holly groaned, her hands clasping her wonderful daddy's head to her boob, little fingers tangling and fisting in his hair. The water fell onto her upturned, gasping face and ran down her shoulders and torso, and onto Daddy's head and back as he feasted on her delicious nipple. He bit down, ever so lightly and gently, and flicked the tip of his tongue at her young, preggo nipple even as he nursed, and Holly's breath flew out of her in a rush as her ecstatic scream was reduced to hot, breathy gasping, the wild, wanton mewling of a young, pregnant girl in heat.
Daddy bent his head down further, poking his tongue into her belly button - which was starting to pouf out with her pregnancy - and eliciting a lustful giggle from her, before he ran his tongue up her plump, juicy, delicious pussy. Holly was so overstimulated that she cried out, her young, knocked-up body spasming with pleasure as she juiced hard on her father's face, squirting her sweet cum.
He gave his beloved daughter-lover no respite, but stood up, giving her a glimpse of his massive, rock-hard tool that she craved so much, and put his big, strong hands on her inner thighs. With that grip, he lifted her up, sliding her preggo little 18-year-old form up the tile wall and spreading her legs as he pressed his muscular body into hers and rammed his fat, long johnson up her horny, climaxing pussy.
Holly's scream was cut off in a hot, gasping rush of breathless ecstasy as her tight, horny pussy was stuffed with her daddy's huge, throbbing pleasure stick.Her bare hot pussy, split apart like a ripe fruit in the midst of her orgasmic spasming, wildly clutched and gobbled on his fuckpipe, clamping and tugging on the monster cock whose girth and cum her womanhood craved.
The musk of their sweat, juice, and cum, combined with the hot water showering upon their joined bodies, steamed the air with a potent alchemy of spicy sex, and daddy and daughter's nostrils flared as they inhaled the intoxicating scent of their mingled passion, just as Daddy's fat swollen cockknob bottomed out against 18-year-old cervix. Holly grunted in animal bliss, and bore down on him even as he thrust roughly up into her again, and the entrance to her preggo womb opened like a flower, admitting her daddy access into that forbidden, seeded core that brought them both such overwhelming rapture.
Daddy's muscle-corded body heaved into hers as he grunted and groaned like a wild beast, madly fucking her, his own teen daughter, like the young bitch in heat that she was. His hard, hot flesh heaved and slid along her luscious body, crushing her against the tile wall, blanking her mind with unending, orgasmic euphoria. Her mouth seized on her daddy's chest, just below his shoulder, chewing and suckling on that hot masculine flesh as they fucked each other's brains out.
Daddy grunted bestially, his chest shivering and groaning with his passion into Holly's suckling mouth as she left a dark hickey on his muscular pec, and with a primal bellow, he spunked. The pregnant girl's orgasmic scream was muffled into her daddy's chest as she felt his geysers of thick jizz spurt deep inside her preggo womb in hot gushing jets of lust and love.
Her smooth pussy clutched and tightened spastically around his huge cumming cock, milking him for all she was worth, wanting to drain Daddy's balls dry inside her juicy twat. Over and over, Daddy's big fat nuts clenched against her ass as he relentlessly rammed his squirting fuckrod home inside her horny pussy, cumming and cumming and cumming inside his little breeding girl while she shrieked her rapture, the hot water splashing on them all the while.
As they slowly, finally, came down from their shared high, they clung to each other, gasping hotly. Holly worshipped her daddy's flesh with her mouth still, kissing and sucking and nibbling on his chest, producing the most delightful leonine purrs from him, in a deep resonating bass of pleasure. Her pussy clutched wetly, hotly, around his massive cock, tugging on that fuckpole she so loved, feeling it twitch inside her.
He kissed the top of her head, savoring the taste and fragrance of her sunny hair darkened and heavy with water. "I love you, baby girl." She sighed happily, and murmured something into his chest that sounded vaguely like "I love you, Daddy" if it hadn't been muffled by her continued nibbling.
They soaped each other off, caressing and fondling bare sensitive skin with their hands, and Daddy paid extra attention to her sensitive, swelling boobs, relishing the low breathy hnnnggrrhhnnns that guttered from her sweet throat. They washed themselves slowly and sensually, drunken on their love, and finally stepped out of the shower to dry each other off with soft cotton towels (matching pink, of course).
"You're beautiful, Holly," he said, his voice warm and sincere as his deep brown eyes drank in her soft sweet pregnant beauty. She blushed gorgeously, and he bent to kiss her. Gradually, they dressed together for their Valentine date. Daddy bent over behind his little girl as he pulled up her lacy, low-cut pink panties for her, their bodies rubbing sensually into each other, listening to her purr as his hands caressed her hips and little ass cheeks. Her milk-swollen boobs remained bare, hard little nipples standing at attention, for Holly still refused to wear a bra, and her daddy very much liked her beautiful boobies anyway.
She donned a beautiful red dress with a daringly low-cut cleavage that displayed her huge eighteen-year-old assets in all their glory, and bared the entire length of her lithe young legs almost up to her hips. Her barely bumped tummy poufed sweetly out, visible through the tight little red dress, and Daddy thought his little pregnant princess was absolutely stunning, telling her so with a deep kiss on those perfect angelic lips.
When they were both ready, Daddy offered his hand to her, and she took it happily. He brought it up to his lips to kiss tenderly, bringing a warm smile to her face, and asked, "Are you sure you're okay with not seeing Val today, Holly Berry?"
Holly giggled, far more outrageously than was warranted. "She'll be fine, Daddy. I have a special gift planned for her, don't worry!" Her best friend turned 18 today, on Valentine's Day, but Holly had decided not to go to her birthday party, opting instead to spend the day with her Daddy.
Daddy kissed her plush mouth gently, and led her out of the bedroom. Holly was surprised when he led her to the front door of their house instead of the garage. She gave him a puzzled look, but when he opened the door, her plump rosebud mouth dropped open in a squeal of glee.
A long white limousine awaited them in the driveway, with a uniformed chauffeur holding open the back door. "Daddy!" Holly squealed delightedly, and she grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down for a hard kiss on the mouth. He couldn't help but moan into her mouth as she gently tugged at his lower lip, and then she giggled and broke away. He laughed and smacked her playfully on that gorgeous ass - eliciting another, naughtier, giggle from her - and followed her as she bounced down the sidewalk to beam at the chauffeur and hop gleefully into the limousine.
Daddy followed her, and as the chauffeur closed the door behind him, Holly leapt onto his lap, wriggling her gorgeous buttocks naughtily down to rub against his meaty cock. He kissed the top of her head, and she enthused, "I love you, Daddy, thank you so much!" He smiled his crooked grin at her and reached to retrieve a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and uncorked it to pour them both a glass.
Holly loved the way her Daddy treated her as a fully mature grownup, while still being his little princess. She clinked glasses with him and they toasted each other, "Daddy & Holly forever!" before linking arms and drinking. The light bubbly feeling going down her throat matched her bubbly, happy mood, and Holly put down her champagne glass right then and there to engage her beloved big Daddy in a hot steamy makeout session of wet tongue and meshed lips the whole ride.
She utterly stole her Daddy's breath away with those kisses, melding her mouth to his, and he lovingly rubbed her cute little tummy bump, eliciting delighted mewls from her into his mouth. When the limo finally stopped at their destination and their kiss broke apart, Daddy gasped, his chest heaving as he panted for breath. "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy," Holly said breathily, panting a bit herself, but beaming mischievously at him.
He laughed, knowing full well that the girl had him completely wrapped around her finger, and that she knew it. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby girl," he said, and kissed her hand as the chauffeur opened the door to reveal Le Chateau, the nicest, most expensive, most exclusive restaurant in town.
Daddy had arranged for them to be given a private little table for two in a dim corner, with a candle and single red rose in the center. Holly's eyes were wide as she took in the sights, and she was clearly impressed. "Thank you, Daddy," she murmured happily to him.
"You're worth it," he said, and pressed a tender gentle peck to her full pink mouth. "Always."
Despite the serious tone of the restaurant, they held hands across the table and giggled in hushed whispers and played footsies under the table the whole while. Courses were served one after another as they flirted and sipped wine. Both of them always had impressive appetites, but Daddy's had always outstripped hers, naturally. Now that she was pregnant, however, she was matching him bite for bite, and they topped off their meal with dessert, sharing a gigantic slice of Death By Triple Chocolate Cake.
After washing down the chocolate they both loved with more wine - Holly had been careful to merely sip, given her pregnancy - Daddy stood up and offered his hand to her as soft music began playing. Her eyes lit up, and she placed her small, hot hand in his, letting him lead her to the dance floor.
Their bodies pressed together in matching contours, they danced, waltzing to the music, spinning slowly, their eyes locked together. Daddy thought, as he did a thousand times every day, that Holly was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her sapphire eyes held his, shining with love and happiness, her cheeks were rosy with her emotion and lust and joy, and her lips were parted, full and pink as her hot breath washed across his face.
He couldn't resist pressing a kiss to that perfect mouth as they danced, and clutched her body closer to him, relishing the way her boobs and poufed-out tummy felt against his body as they gently turned about. Holly was drifting on clouds; she was so in love with her Daddy, and filled with his seed, his child. As their waltzing slowed to a gentle rotation, she stepped onto his feet, letting him turn themselves about as they kissed. Her small hand, hot and soft, cupped his cheek, caressing her Daddy's face as her tongue darted inside his delicious mouth.
For an eternity they danced there, blissfully lost in their love. Holly rubbed her body into his crotch, giggling happily when she felt her Daddy's throbbing reaction, and whispered, "Daddy, my pussy needs a pounding." She felt more than heard the groan strangling his throat, and together they departed the restaurant.The whole ride home, they made out once again, but this time they felt each other up too, cupping asses and breasts and caressing their bodies lustfully. When the limo pulled to a stop in front of their house, Daddy didn't wait for the chauffeur: he opened the door himself and scooped his pregnant princess up in his strong arms - wrenching a squeal of surprised glee from the 18-year-old girl - and carried her inside.
"I've got a surprise for you, Holly," he whispered heatedly as they pressed hot kisses all over one another's faces. He carried her into their pink-walled bedroom, and both their jaws dropped.
Holly was delightedly surprised to see the romantic effects her Daddy had arranged. Rose petals, of soft pink and pure white and passion red, utterly blanketed the bedspread and spilled liberally upon the floor. Candles and sweet incense were lit, and soft romantic music played.
Daddy, however, was shocked. He'd expected the candles and incense and blossoms; he'd arranged for them to be there upon their return, after all. What he didn't expect was to see Holly's best friend lounging upon the rose-strewn bed, wearing nothing but crotchless red panties attached to equally red thigh-high garter stockings.
"Valentine?!" he exclaimed. But both 18-year-old girls noticed the twitch in his pants. There was no denying his daughter's best friend's beauty. Her breasts were small A-cups, but her skin was a gorgeous creamy complexion, with a few freckles spackling those tiny breasts; and a light fuzz of red pubic hair dusted her glistening, very obviously wet pussy as she spread her legs. Her hair was as long as Holly's, in deep bold red waves of luscious locks down to her ass.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Al," 18-year-old Valentine said, in a voice just as high and sweet as Holly's, but with a slightly sultrier aspect to it. "Come play with your new fucktoy."
Two weeks earlier...
"We're studying, Mum!" Valentine yelled in the general direction of the kitchen as she and her best friend Holly - newly pregnant - flounced up the stairs to her room. As the redhead locked her bedroom door behind them, Holly dropped her backpack - pink, of course, and covered with unicorns, rainbows, and the like - to the floor and fixed the girl who'd been her best friend since they were infants with a shrewd gaze.
"Okay, Val," she demanded to know, "what have you got planned?"
Valentine waggled her brow conspiratorially. "You remember I went to my cousin Chastity's house last weekend?" Holly nodded curiously. "Well, I found her porn collection, and I swiped a few DVDs."
Holly unsuccessfully tried to suppress a mirthful giggle, but she rolled her eyes. She was well aware of how Val's 27-year-old cousin was a pervert. "I have Daddy," she pointed out in a long-suffering tone. "I don't need porn."
Valentine let herself be interrupted. "I know, and you are soooooo lucky. He's so hot, I wish I could have his baby too." She pressed her hot hand to Holly's barely poufed tummy, and the blonde girl giggled again. "But I think you'll like these DVDs." The redhead went to her chest of drawers and pulled out more than a dozen disc cases hidden under her panties.
"I thought you said a few." Holly's tinkling laugh filled the room. "You're as big a horn dog as Chastity."
Valentine had the grace to look abashed, but she fired a return salvo. "So are you, Holly. Fucking your daddy all night and half the day too." Holly grinned proudly, and did not refute her, prompting mad giggles from the redhead. As Val pulled a DVD out of its case, Holly glanced curiously at the case, just catching the words "The Best of the 12-Inch Trojan" in big bold red on the side.
"Watch this," Val prompted her, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She hit 'Play', and Holly was treated to the sight of a lesbian orgy. On the screen, teenage porn stars writhed in an undulating mass of horny bodies, kissing and licking and fondling each other. Their moans could barely be heard, since Valentine had the sound down low to keep them from being overheard.
Holly couldn't help being turned on by the sight, her full mouth falling slightly open as she watched. After a few moments, one of the porn stars complained, "I need a dildo," as one of her lovers fingered her glistening shaven pussy.
"I've got something better than a dildo," another one said, gesturing offscreen.
"Ladies," a deep resonant voice from that offscreen corner greeted them, and the lesbians turned to face the newly arrived man with hot gasps. An electric shock thrilled its way up Holly's spine; she knew that voice!
"The Trojan!" the porn stars gasped happily, and crowded around the man as the camera panned to show a very familiar man. Though he was a teenager, with his hair arranged in dirty blonde spikes, a stud in his earlobe, and a goatee, the Twelve-Inch Trojan was the same tall, muscular, handsome stud - with massive dangling cock - that Holly knew very, very well.
"Daddy?" Holly breathed in shocked lust as a brunette began suckling his 18-year-old cock onscreen.
Val sidled up to her, breathing in her ear. Her voice was husky. "Is his cock really that big?"
Holly managed to nod. "Every bit!" That incredible shaft was even now disappearing between the brunette's lips and filling her throat. Far from being jealous, Holly was fantastically turned on. Her young preggo pussy was quivering and moistening in her lacy pink panties under her skirt, and her breath grew short as she watched, her full lips parted.
A glance at Valentine showed her best friend to be in a similar state, and Holly suddenly had the vivid image of her well-hung Daddy's cock sinking into Val's mouth just as the video showed it inside the brunette's. An involuntary moan of hot teen pleasure escaped her lips as she imagined it, and without being consciously aware of it, she began tweaking her nipple through her blouse.
They watched together for several minutes, in silence except for the low, gasping moans of two horny teenage girls, and then Val could resist no longer, crawling over the bed to plant a soft kiss on Holly's mouth. The preggo 18-year-old was surprised, but did not resist, so incredibly turned on she was, and returned the kiss. Their first touching of lips was soft and hot and sweet, each's first lesbian experience, and Holly suddenly understood very well why her Daddy liked kissing her so much - a girl's mouth was so soft and sweet and tangy and wonderful!
Val pushed her down a bit, and Holly let herself go down on the bed, sliding her practiced tongue into her best friend's warm wet mouth as her breasts rubbed together with Val's small but hard-nippled chest through the thin material of their blouses. Simultaneous moans erupted into their sapphic makeout session at the contact. Behind them, the TV continued to display young Daddy - the Trojan - fucking all the porn stars in all manner of fuckholes and positions and combinations.
Val hissed erotically into the kiss, "God, Holly, your daddy makes me soooooo hot."
"Mmmm," Holly murmured back. "Me too."
The DVD scene on the TV had switched from the reverse gangbang to a new one, apparently also one of the Trojan's best, showing a 20-year-old Daddy fucking a pregnant blonde teenager's pussy. Holly watched the scene through dazed, half-closed eyes as Val kissed her soft cheek, and then belatedly realized something.
The shock that ripped through her mind robbed her of speech for a few moments. "Val," Holly managed to say again, "That... that woman looks... like me." Val finally, and somewhat reluctantly, pulled away from her pregnant best friend's face to glance at the screen, which still showed 20-year-old Daddy and the pregnant blonde fucking like animals in heat.
"Yeah," the redhead agreed softly. "She does." She turned back around to look into Holly's eyes, but Holly was mesmerized by the sight on the screen. The young woman had long sunny ringlets and wide sparkling blue eyes, and a face that resembled Holly's so very much.
Slowly, Holly's eyes swiveled from the TV to her best friend as a crooked grin turned up the corner of her plush little mouth. Curiosity of course was alight in her mind, but even more so, as she looked at Valentine's delicious teenage frame, was how much she had enjoyed watching her daddy fuck other girls...
Utterly dumbstruck, Daddy looked at his daughter, who was smirking at him. "She wants to be your Valentine, Daddy, for her birthday gift. And I want to see you fucking my best friend on her 18th birthday. So hot!" Her eyelids fluttered for a moment as her breath caught just from imagining it. She pierced him with that impishly crooked smile that was such a mirror of his own. "And I know you'll love fucking that hot chick, just like you do me." She smacked her lips into his.
"Holly..." Daddy began, but he couldn't finish. His eyes were glued to Val's delicious, plump pussy, and his horny preggo daughter was busily pulling down his pants, revealing his rapidly swelling cock. Valentine gasped hotly, biting her lip eagerly, and cutely, as she saw that succulent dick in person for the first time.
"Oh god," she moaned, unable to keep herself from diddling her hard little clit, "fuck me now." Holly ran a delicate finger up the underside of her daddy's thick long dick as it rose to full hardness, flicking up his salty marble of precum with the tip of her finger. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked it off her finger, swallowing with relish as she winked sultrily at him.
With one hot hand on his shaft, and the other on his buttock, Holly guided her dumbstruck father to the bed where her best friend lay, squirming lustily.Daddy got onto the bed on his hands and knees, and Holly leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I love you, Daddy." Her voice was husky and hoarse with desire; he couldn't believe how horny his little girl was getting just from the idea of him fucking her best friend.
"I love you too, baby girl," he said, his own voice hoarse as he turned his head around to press a gently slurpy kiss to his pregnant daughter-lover's sweet, lush lips. His throbbing cock dripped precum onto Valentine's tummy, and the redhead writhed sensuously with anticipation and pleasure.
Daddy's swollen knob squelched gently upon Val's soaking wet little pussy, and pleasure sizzled through her body, erupting from her throat in a hot, guttural gasp. "Fuuuucccckkk meeeee," the girl begged, barely coherent, a teen bitch in heat desperately horny for her best friend's well-hung daddy to ream her virgin pussy and knock her up.
Daddy seized Valentine's lithe legs then, spreading them wider and pulling them up, bracing his knees forcefully into her inner thighs, and the redhead's moan of pleasure cut off into a hot gasp of delicious rapture. He slowly thrust his hips forward, pushing his fat cockhead between those tight, tiny pussy lips, which anointed him liberally with her teen-girl moisture.
Holly's breath came short as she watched her Daddy's massive cock slowly stretch those young lips wide and sink between them. Valentine bore down, straining to fit him inside her, needing that meaty, succulent fuckrod inside her horny young virginity. The pregnant girl reached beneath her skirt to lightly tease her pantyless clit as she witnessed Daddy's huge dick sink slowly inside Val's nearly bald, freckled pussy.
Val's moisture flowed freely out of her twat, coating Daddy's fat, long babymaker even before it all thrust inside her, staining the veiny, meaty shaft with a slick sheen of teenage juice. Her legs twitched jerkily of their own accord as rapture convulsed her little form. A nonstop chorus of moans sang from her plush young mouth as she felt his incredible dick fill her up.
Holly, her own eyes glazing over with the heat of watching her beloved Daddy fucking her best friend, knew exactly the moment when his bloated cockknob pushed against the tight ring of Val's virgin cervix. Valentine yelped shrill euphoria, and Daddy pulled back very slightly, before slamming back in with a hard, wet smack of muscular flesh on teen flesh.
Val's moans cut off into a heated gasp as that giant cock invaded her womb, his cock crown catching on her cervix and locking him into place exactly where she wanted him. Holly was fascinated and unbearably turned on, seeing her Daddy planted balls-deep inside the luscious redhead's juicy twat.
Daddy lowered himself then, letting his entire weight sink upon Valentine's luscious little form, and the 18-year-old virgin moaned in delight at the pleasure of feeling that heavy, sweaty, muscular body atop hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and humped her hips up at him, heaving into his thrusts as he began gyrating his hips, pounding his huge cock in and out of her tight, hot, wet fuckhole.
"Oh yes, Daddy, yesssss," Holly panted, shuddering as waves of mini-orgasms shuddered through her. Her fingers were sticky and soaked with her own juices as she watched, getting off from the incredibly hot sight of her Daddy fucking a beautiful young woman. Her swelling tits jiggled and her preggo tummy heaved with her lusty exertions as she watched those heavy, bloated cumsacks smack ferociously into Val's delicious, tight pussy over and over.
They rutted like animals in heat, Daddy's groans and growls of primal lust commingling with Valentine's lewd, guttural cries, and Holly couldn't tear her eyes away from that succulent cock fucking that lovely twat. Val's fingers raked along her Daddy's flesh, and fisted in his hair, her screams of rapture whimpering along his chiseled, muscular chest as he heaved mightily into her luscious, underdeveloped body.
Holly couldn't take it anymore, she reached in and cupped those delectable nuts, feeling them bloat and churn with cum in her small hands. Daddy's breath hitched in his throat as he felt his beloved, pregnant daughter fondle his obese balls. "Cum in her, Daddy," Holly demanded, her voice hoarse with the heat of her lust. "Pump her full of daddy-cum!"
"YES!" Valentine cried. "BREED MEEEEEEEEEEE--" Her pleas shrilled off into screams of delirious ecstasy as she juiced, and with a final heave of his tremendous shlong into her tiny 18-year-old pussy, Daddy spunked. Holly could feel the clenching of his nutsacks in her hot lil hands as jizz pulsed up through his thick, long shaft and blasted directly into Valentine's nubile womb.
Over and over Daddy poured his potent, fertile cockslop deep inside Val's hungry womb, filling her up with whole quarts of his load, roaring his pleasure as he used her ecstatically deflowered fuckhole as his personal jackoff sleeve and thoroughly impregnated her. At last the two new lovers came down from their shared high, gasping and panting and groaning. The air was stained with the musk of their joined sweat and sex, and Val sucked adoringly on Daddy's sweaty, muscular chest, leaving dark hickeys of passion branded on his flesh.
"Oh god, Daddy," Holly moaned, "that... was so.... HOT!" She finally let go of his balls, giving them one last gentle knead. "This is the best Valentine's Day of my life!"
"Mine, too," Val sighed blissfully. Her voice was slurred, drunken with her afterglow.
"Happy Valentine's Day, girls," Daddy said, his deep voice rumbling across their sensitive flesh and leaving their soft skin prickly with goosebumps of pleasure. Holly lay on the bed and spread her legs, so that her sopping wet preggo pussy was directly over Val's lush red locks and beneath her horny, loving Daddy's passionate gaze. The sweet, unmistakable aroma of a pregnant girl in love wafted to his nostrils, and he inhaled, intoxicated by the fragrance of his beloved young daughter-lover. "I love you, Holly," he murmured.
Even as the pregnant little eighteen-year-old opened her mouth to echo her love, he bent his head to eat Holly's preggo pussy out, and she shrieked as her overstimulated young pussy finally got the satisfaction she needed. At the same time, he began fucking the delighted Val all over again, and the orgasmic cries of three lovers filled the bedroom for the first of many, many times. | 5 |
114,827 | Mountain Retreat 4 | Half cringing away from Ben and hiding behind Matt, I demanded, "So what was the reason for hanging me here like a fucking piñata then?"
Ben's eyes flashed with anger again, and his tone carried an icy frost with it. "I know you just weren't raising your voice to me."
I raised my head defiantly and stared him down.
"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by that, Ben. She just has some adrenaline from her near-death experience, that's all," Matt said, covering while moving in between Ben and me.
Ben's sharp gaze whipped from me to Matt. "Why are you always sticking up for her? She tried to kill you too. She deserves to be punished."
I took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in my throat, preparing to fire an answer back. But Matt stepped forward and said loudly before I could speak, "Yes, we all agree she is a very bad girl. But instead of trying to kill her, we punish her like the bad little girl she is. And bad girls get a harsh paddling."
Toby perked up at the likelihood of my punishment. "Hey, that sounds good, I've been waiting to make that ass of hers really red. I know we can make it show through that skin tone of hers. I say we do it."
"Sure, but-..." Ben started.
"I'm with Matt and Toby. Her pert ass needs to be heated up a little again. And as I got her the first time, Toby deserves the next crack. Or should I say smack?"
They all laughed, but Ben stood silently. I was quiet myself, teeth grinding in anger. 'Like I'm not even here. I am not a toy!'
"Am I the only one here who wants payback?!" Ben demanded.
"You better calm yourself down, Ben. You're starting to sound like Roy. I am in charge and I say we've already punished her with the rope. Now we get back to why we are all really here: to get laid. Well and often. Now, what was this gift you promised to our pussy?"
Sulking, Ben pulled out the package. It glinted in the light for a moment before he lowered it to open. When he pulled it out, I had no clue as to what it was. There was a silver-looking chain with two gray things on the ends with black rubber on them. Ben smirked when he saw my confused reaction. "These are nipple clamps, darlin'. And they will be your best-friend and worst nightmare."
'They couldn't be serious! What the hell?!' I started to creep behind Matt again. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back out from behind him.
"Now where are you going? Ben went and bought them with you in mind. The least you can do is wear them."
"I'd rather not, thanks."
Matt's smile was predatory. "Cute, we weren't asking. Come here." Matt pushed me toward Ben. I stumbled a bit from the momentum. I stood there, head high while Ben toyed with the clamps, opening and letting them snap shut. "It will hurt for only a moment. This won't hurt me at all."
I sucked air past my teeth as the clamps squished across the tips. Pain shot from my nipples straight to my clit.
"You like that? Does it feel all tingly?"
"No. It hurts. I would really like you to take them off."
"But they look so good. I think we'll leave them on for a while."
"Shake 'em," Matt demanded.
"What?"
"I want you to shake your tits. I want to see those babies move."
'Why me?' I demanded myself, frustrated to the point of tears. Slowly I swung my shoulders side to side. The little chain between the clamps tinkled.
"Faster. Yeah. Who wants to go first?"
"I do," Ben said as Matt opened his mouth. Ben shook his head. "My turn." Quickly he lay down on his back. "Can you help her down, boys?"
They forced me down to my knees over Ben's naked hips. His cock was at full attention. I put my hand down to steady myself, coming into contact with Ben's chest. His heart was beating rapidly, exposing his excitement, just not as blatantly as his erection.
"Ease him inside, girl. Ah, ah. No hands. Nice."
Ben held my pussy lips open so he could watch as I sank down on the bulbous head of his weeping dick. I tried to relax so I could slide down slowly.
"Too slow," Toby growled. And pushed down on my shoulders, fully sheathing Ben. I cried out loudly. He stood behind me between Ben's legs and pulled my head back, hissing in my ear, "Ride him."
I started a slow circular motion, but Ben took over, gripping my hips and bouncing me over his manhood. My breasts swayed to his tempo.
"Cup your tits, I know you can lick your nipples. Show them," Matt encouraged. Doing as I was told, licking first one nipple then the other, I watched Ben stare at my tongue as he moved my hips in a quick rhythm. After I licked each nipple, the cool air in the room chilled the already hard bud, making it ache all the more.
"Enough of that," Toby said gently before wrapping his hand around the chain and yanking the clamps off. The sudden rush of blood and the return of sensation made me stop in a shock-filled pain. I couldn't breathe for long moments.
"What's wrong? Get moving," Ben demanded. "Toby, can you give her some motivation?"
"Sure thing." Rapid spanks startled me back into motion. "Just like the Kentucky derby. Gotta whip that ass to get it going." Toby lifted my right cheek up and then smacked it.
Ben groaned. "Ah yeah, wiggle bitch. Move on my cock." Ben closed his eyes and threw his head back. "Hit her again, Toby!"
A palm cracked down on my left cheek. Then the right, alternating. Causing me to jump slightly, which made Ben's cock slide deeper inside me. I cried out as he rubbed my cervix.
"Stop this!" I gasped.
"I think she wants a cock in her throat, boys. Can someone oblige her?"
"I think I can help," Toby said, giving my ass one final whack. Grabbing my braids, he pulled my head up. He smacked my cheeks with his cock, and I bared my teeth threateningly. "Do we have to go through this each time? Didn't you learn anything dangling from a rope? You do not want to even think about biting me. Open up."
I'd barely parted my teeth when he shoved his cock past my lips. Holding my head, he thrust to the back of my throat. "Come on now, be a good girl," Toby petted my head as I gagged around him.
Torc snapped to attention from rubbing his crotch and snapped his fingers. "I can't believe I didn't think of this before! Let's record this! We should get a video camera and record this!"
"Do you really want proof that we took her?"
"With photo shop and all that computer stuff, we can blur our faces. Think about it, it's hot."
"I would love to see her covered in cum, again and again."
"You can see that now."
"True, but imagine coating her and watching it happen at the same time." Torc stroked himself harder.
Ben's back arched, and he forced my hips down as he came, groaning. "I say we do it," he gasped. "That sounds very pleasurable."
"It doesn't take much to change your mind."
"A powerful orgasm can change anyone's mind," he replied, panting.
"So very true. I'll get a camera tomorrow," Torc nudged Ben's foot. "Move your ass. I want my piece now."
Ben moaned and slid out from under me.
"Get up and follow me. Now," Torc sauntered over to the couch. I walked a little slower, stiff, from a sound fucking with Ben's cum sliding down my legs. "Lean over it," he pointed to the back of the couch. Carefully I bent over the back, at a ninety-degree angle.
Torc took my hips and lifted them so that my feet were off the floor. Then he pushed my head down towards the cushion. "Much better." Pulling down his shorts, he guided his cock straight into my battered pussy.
I rose up with a scream as Torc stuffed his entire length inside.
Torc moaned, "Shit, yes! Ah!" He used short thrusts in rapid succession to chase his orgasm. Matt took his place and used the copious cum sliding out of my pussy to coat his member. He scooped it up with his fingers and smeared it over my anus. Fisting his shaft, he popped the head inside the muscular ring. I screamed into the couch cushion. Pushing long and roughly, he seated himself completely.
Watching everyone use me, and sinking deep into my spasming ass had Matt thrusting hard toward his own orgasm. Before too much time had passed, he ground his hips into mine. Then he howled, "Yes, oh uhn, yeah!"
"Damn. Now I know the black hole is aptly named for it lets no object escape. Felt like she was gonna snap it in half, it was so tight. She fucking drained me. I can't move."
"I hear ya'," Ben muttered, still incapacitated on the floor. "My legs don't work."
Torc's snored from the recliner.
"Get off the girl, Matt. Suffocate her and no more ass to play with. Let's get her to the bedroom."
Matt grumbled and clumsily moved away from me, gently pulling his cock back out of my ass. "I can't move anymore. That was it. Sleep now." Then he was out.
Toby snorted, disgusted. "Figures. Come on." He half-carried, half-dragged me to the bedroom. I little cared as he tossed me on the bed. I watched him close the door.
Then I closed my eyes, exhausted.
Suddenly the front door burst open. Bright lights and loud shouting startled everyone. The boys, surprised, got to their feet only to be slammed against walls, cuffs slapping into place. A plain-clothes detective wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. "Are you all right, Miss?"
I stared at him dumbly. "Who are you?"
"The police. Detective Dante Barker, at your service. Let's get you out of here. Come on." He helped me to my feet, and together we left the cabin. Other officers led the boys out of the cabin after us and put them in the back of the police van and locked them to the benches.
The police car door shut while I watched. I smiled at the fearful frowns the boys wore. Soon they would find out what it was like to be bent over and taken. Detective Dante brought hot coffee to me where I sat as the paramedic checked me over. A look between the two, the detective nodded, and the medic left us.
"So how do you feel, Ayanna? You've been through quite an ordeal."
"Yes. I just want to go home," I said, huddling further into my blanket.
"In time. I just want to make sure we get a statement including everything that happened.""I will tell you everything. I just need to take a shower. I feel disgusting."
"I don't think she'll like it. The water is cold," Dante's voice sounded like it was coming from down a long corridor.
"Why are you talking as if I am not here?"
"She'll like what we tell her to like."
"Detective?" He was starting to worry me.
Icy water splashed over me, freezing, and I was shocked awake. If I weren't so cold, I would have screamed in anger. I glared at my tormentors while they laughed and stared as I shivered.
"Go ahead, start washing. Give us a show," Matt tossed a washcloth to me.
"You look a bit cold. That water is just right, isn't it?"
"No."
A sharp stinging pain across my ass. "Come again?"
"I meant, no. The water is just fine." My words were stuttered due to my chattering teeth. It was so cold that I had to force myself to focus on lathering the cloth before rubbing it over me. Their eyes followed my movements like dogs watching a stick.
"Look, her nipples are harder than when she had the nipple clamps on."
"Yeah, play with them."
I cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers. It felt like I was always doing this, and I was beyond sick of it. So I abandoned my breasts and briskly finished coating myself with suds and washing them off so I could get out of there.
"Hey, hey, what's the rush? Take more time cleaning that pretty pussy and then bend over and prod your puckered hole."
"Get it all soapy. That's right."
I circled my belly again and down over my mound.
"Turn so we can see you better."
I rotated for their pleasure. I knew what the day held, so I thought, 'Fuck it'. I started to rub my clit.
Considering all the sex, my clit had been woefully neglected. It plumped almost immediately with blood, ready for action. I closed my eyes and pretended I was alone, and took myself away from there and the freezing water. I pretended I was in a tropical paradise, under a warm waterfall, enjoying myself. Soon, moans of excitement became panting and mewls of nearness. I moved my fingers faster, delving into my slit now getting closer to my peak. I pinched my left nipple hard and tugged it in time with my motions.
Suddenly my orgasm washed over me and I gasped and cried out wordlessly. I was still convulsing when the boys yanked me from the shower and roughly dried me off.
"Matt, go make breakfast. I'm starving," Torc ordered.
"But-" Matt whined, pointing to me.
"Now," Torc barked. "We have something else planned for her."
"You are to clean this place, it's a mess."
I bit my tongue, knowing the only reason the place was trashed was because of them.
"You are allowed to wear this," Toby tossed me a black and white scrap of material.
Excited that I was finally able to wear something, I opened the balled-up cloth.
"Are you serious?!" I demanded. "You want me to wear this?!"
"It's better than wearing nothing, isn't it?"
"It's next to nothing! What is it, some kind of maid's uniform?"
"I think it's fitting," Ben smirked and handed me a feather duster. "Now put it on."
I sighed, angry that again I had no choice. "When I get out of this and get back to civilization, I'm sending the cops after you."
Ben laughed. "Honey, I am the law. There is no proof that your claims are true."
"Please, you've left enough DNA evidence inside me to make a small army. They won't have to try too hard to collect it."
"What makes you think we're letting you go, first of all?"
"You can't keep me here. People will come looking for me."
"Who? There is no significant other in your life. You severed ties with your friends' years ago. Over what? Little disagreements that add up to nothing. Your work will call for a few weeks tops, but after a few days, they will fire you. Your family? They might be a problem. But people go missing all the time. I don't think you fully grasp your situation."
Ben stood and tapped under my chin. "You are ours."
I turned away from him. "Hardly."
Ben bared his teeth and grabbed my chin roughly. "Still trying to be tough, are you? We've taken your freedom, spanked you, and fucked you. And yet you still think you're in control here? What have you been smokin'?"
"Besides our dicks?" Toby laughed.
Ben chuckled, "Yeah, besides them?"
I looked at them both in disgust. "I hope the other inmates pound you in the ass every night when you go to prison. See how you like it."
"Till then darlin', I guess we'll be doin' the poundin'. Now put that on."
Pulling the tiny outfit over my head, I grumbled at my situation. My neck still hurt, and I didn't know how the hell to get out of this. The scrap of material was a little tight, but it wouldn't tear when I moved around. The square neckline showcased my breasts by squeezing them up and together. A sewn-on white apron was draped over the ridiculously short puffy black skirt. Ben flipped up the back of the skirt. Not that there was much to flip up as it hardly covered my ass to begin with.
"Nice," He swatted my ass again. My sore behind was not happy, and I gritted my teeth to hold onto my response. If I told him to stop, I'd end up with all of them smacking my ass.
So I swallowed the scathing retort and took the duster from Toby.
"We want you to dust all the surfaces and straighten up the living room. Then you can wash the dishes and scrub the floor."
"If one of us comes up behind you, just keep doing whatever it is."
I knew what that meant. You'd think they'd be bored with me by now. I wondered if this would be how it would be. Non-stop fucking, with a sprinkling of humiliation.
"Go on. Get started. | 4 |
115,040 | Live in Molester | Henry worked with Al for years at the plant. They went hunting a few times, fishing, camping, and just plain drinking a lot. Both men had no wives, but Al had a girl he lived with.
Henry had a daughter who was turning ten that fall. He'd bitch to Al about what a pain in the ass it was to raise her by himself. His wife had left him when she was little, and they never heard from her again. Henry thought, 'good riddance!' The bitch was always on him about petty things, and now he could go drink and have sex like he used to do when he was out of high school.
The only thing left from his no-good wife was their daughter Bonita, a name Henry never liked. Bonita had grown up as Benny, and that was fine with her.
Al never had many good relationships with women. He had a secret taste for younger girls, mostly around twelve. Al had gotten away with some feeling up when he was a teen himself with some of the middle schoolers, and nobody told on him because the girls liked the attention from an older boy. He liked to watch Benny when Henry was out of the room, and he imagined getting into her panties when she was older. Oh, yes. Al had plans.
Benny didn't catch on to Al's thoughts. She did like the attention he gave her, like a cool uncle. Henry was just glad Benny wasn't bugging him.
Benny was growing, and her spirit was getting rebellious. She had a poor life, with dirty clothes and beer bottles always underfoot, little supervision, and little family. Benny had always had banged-up knees and elbows from being a tomboy, and Al remembered seeing her with a black eye once. Henry later told him she'd talked back to him, and he let her have it. Benny just got more difficult.
Then Al's girlfriend got fed up with his careless attitude and threw him out. He came to Henry's and moved in to the couch of the prefab house Henry and his daughter lived in.
Both hosts were extra nice to Al since they felt bad for him getting kicked out for no reason. Actually, Al's girlfriend found his collection of underage magazines and had no room in her life for a pervert.
After a month, the house was back to normal, and Henry and Benny fought constantly. Benny also started to catch Al eyeing her in her underwear, and once woke up to him standing next to her bed in the middle of the night. She didn't know how to tell her father about it, though. Al and Benny soon wrestled a lot, which Benny loved since she was more tomboy than girl anyway. But it would always get funny, and soon she was wrestling very seriously to get loose from his probing fingers.
Al soon after, reached a point where he thought Benny was old enough and was planning on how he was going to rape her.
Al thought about taking her to a hotel, but she would be noisy, and it would look suspicious anyway. He thought about a walk in the woods or driving her someplace in his truck, but the same problems soon became the one problem of how to keep her from telling on him.
Benny was clearly not going to just let him rape her.
Henry had been drinking more than usual that day as he and Benny were really at odds that whole week. They both had said things like, 'I hate you!' and other hard to forget shouts. Al then asked Benny to sit on his lap, and in her anger, she did so. She thought she had Al on her side, but she soon realized that he was in his feel-her-up moods and struggled to get free.
Benny yelled, "Let go, you asshole!" and broke free. Her father slapped her in the face for swearing, though Benny cussed like a sailor many times before and got away with it.
Henry told her, "You deserve whatever you get, you worthless bitch!" and slammed the door to his room. Benny turned back to Al, her face screwed in anger. She wanted to yell something mean back but knew better than to piss off her father when he was like this. But when she saw the leer on Al's face, she decided that it would be worth it.
Benny banged on her father's door but didn't get a chance to say anything when he swung it open and grabbed her short, brown hair and dragged her to Al.
"Hold this bitch and keep her quiet! I'm sick of her shit!" he snarled. Then he snarled at Benny, "If you wake me up one more time, I'm going to whip your butt raw!! And I mean it!!" He stared at her long enough for it to sink in, and Benny saw the drunken rage in his face.
Al said back to his friend as Henry walked back, "I'll keep her quiet for ya. And I'll whip her if she gets out of line."
Henry's last words as the door closed behind him, "Fine with me."
The door slammed, and Benny looked at Al's face with some alarm. Al was smiling wickedly. He had her in a good grip and started right away on her. Al's hands were up into her shirt and trying for the inside of her jeans. Benny struggled hard and made it very difficult for Al. He could feel her tiring, and without planning it, held her face still and stuck his tongue into her mouth. Benny spat and almost bit down on it. Al got angry and yanked her jeans down and bent her over his knee. He swatted her a few times, and Benny was very close to screaming out. She didn't, though, and Al reinforced it with, "You know what he'll do to you if you wake him. You'd better just relax and let it happen, 'cause I'm not going to stop."
Benny still had her jeans down to her knees and couldn't get her arms free to pull them up. Al was still all over her and worse now that he could get into her panties. She kicked and bucked like a horse when he started to pinch her little hairless pussy, and when she thought he was letting her go, he instead yanked her pants all the way off. The idea was to spread her legs, but she got a kick in and freed herself and ran for her bedroom.
It was the door slam that brought Henry out again. He pushed on her door, and she was holding it shut from the other side. But when he yelled at her to open it, she did, realizing it wasn't Al. Benny still didn't get a chance to tell on Al, and Henry was holding his belt.
Al strolled to her open door and watched Henry beat her ass with red stripes, which ended up on her legs too. He got up, seething, and said, "Next time, it's your face!" and slammed the door to his room again. He didn't seem to care that her pants had been off. Benny laid on her bed, crying. Al sat next to her and was kind for a moment.
Al petted her head and reached for her. She slid into his arms and cried into his shoulder. He held her for a time, and when Benny had calmed down some, she realized she was straddling Al with just panties and a t-shirt. She pulled back to look at him with fear.
Al wiped her tears away and put his arms around behind her for a good grip. "Shhh," he hushed. "You don't want to bring him out again."
Benny tried to push back from him, and he tightened his grip on her. The belt was still on the floor, and Al reached down with her and picked it up. She shied from it, but he didn't use it on her, at least not to hit her with. Al, instead, yanked her wrists behind her and used the belt to bind them back there. It was tight, and it cut into her skin a little. Then he threw her to the bed and got up to shut the door.
Al had his pants off when he came back, and Benny was trying to crawl away from him with just her legs. Al had an enormous erection, and it scared Benny still. She'd seen enough TV and movies to know kind of what sex was, but she didn't realize a cock would be so big. In the short silence, they both heard Henry snoring. Then Al was on top of her and pulling up her t-shirt. Her little nipples were not quite nubs yet, and her belly was flat with a slightly protruding belly button. Al went down on her belly and sniffed at it, while pulling off her cotton panties. They were most of the way down when Benny grasped where Al was going to go.
He tasted her, and she held still for it for a moment, but then kicked frantically when his tongue wormed its way inside her. He could not get her to hold still so he could enjoy this, and finally pulled her back onto his lap facing him. His cock was behind her and pressing back against her butt cheeks. He ripped her shirt in half, baring her chest for good.
Al was becoming overcome with lust now. This was the moment he was waiting for. Benny was trying to wiggle away and struggle with her arms and legs. He held her tight and savored the moment. When Benny understood that he was waiting for something, she stopped a moment to look why. Al was staring deeply into her face, the unmistakable look of lust on his.
Benny knew on a primal level what was going to happen then and that she'd already passed the point of no return. He was going to rape her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it now.
Al grabbed her head from behind and pulled her face to his. He kissed her full on the mouth, and she almost bit again, only this time Al had a hand on her neck and squeezed it when she threatened to bite.
Benny didn't bite.
Then he let her pull back, and Benny's face looked half-lidded and slightly sneering from the wet intrusion of his much larger mouth violating hers. She panted, sickened, with saliva down her chin.She wanted to be anywhere but there, but was stuck tasting and feeling every awful moment with a grown, smelly man intruding into her most private places.
The kiss unnerved her, and she was only half aware of being lifted up some. Then the hard head of a full-grown penis pressing up between her legs brought the full horror back again. She was wet with his spit, and he held her bottom lips apart, and the shaft sank into her enough to make clear the coming pain. She felt like she would rip down there.
"Shhhhh," Al warned and covered her mouth with his other hand. Then, with an arm over one of her shoulders, he pressed her down over him and broke through her ten-year-old cherry. Benny started with a muffled scream, which changed to a frozen wheeze/squeal as Al penetrated her as deeply as he could, one agonizing inch at a time. He held her down until he felt himself hit bottom and then just held her there. Benny ran out of breath, and he uncovered her mouth to let her breathe.
She didn't try to scream again. Her eyes were unfocused from everything happening to her body, and Al was nice enough to wait until it lessened before starting the rhythm. At first, it was slow and grinding, and peeps would come out of her before he could stop her, then he got ever more excited and worked up his speed.
She was tight, and her little body felt like a wound-up spring. He fucked her harder. It wasn't long before he started to feel her hairless lips bump against his hairy pubic bone. He was all the way inside of her now and felt a pleasure like nothing he'd ever dreamed of ever experiencing in his life.
Al wanted to drink and eat Benny. The feel, the smell, the taste, everything! He wanted this moment to last forever. The orgasm building up inside of him changed that. He wasn't going to last another minute in her.
Not wanting to lose the joy of this possibly only chance he'll ever experience with his deepest fantasies, he couldn't stop the orgasm, so he hastened it instead. He rolled her down onto her back, pinning her lower legs under her, and leaned his full weight down on her as he started to pound into her freshly popped cherry. The yelps started to get loud, and he muffled them with more of his tongue down her mouth.
He came in her that way. Pinned, penetrated, and choking on his drooling tongue. She could hardly breathe, and he took his time finishing.
With a last spasm, he rolled off of her jerking body and lay back, dreamily. Benny gasped and choked and eventually got her breathing under control. She didn't run. She didn't move.
She tensed when Al eventually pulled her over to lay on him, but he just undid the belt holding her arms behind her. With joy and appreciation, he even rubbed her wrists to smooth out the lines from where the belt was digging in. Benny was spent. She lay there and didn't try to run anymore. She thought, Al got what he wanted, now he was being kind to her. He held her, and she felt an odd mix of shame and feeling protected.
"Benny," Al said. Benny didn't look at him. "Hey, Benny," he said softly again and held up her chin to look at him. She winced a little at remembering his face before. Al smiled. "I'm sorry about hurting you." She looked at him for real. He really looked like he meant it.
"Then why'd you do it?" she finally asked.
"I couldn't help myself. You're very pretty, and I always wanted you. You know that? Ever since I met you, I wanted to be your lover," He smiled again at her. All was right with the world for him. He got his fantasy. He wasn't even worried about being caught right then.
"It really hurt," she told him.
"I know. It always hurts the first time. But you were just fantastic. It won't ever hurt again. I promise," All smiles, Al was.
"Promise?"
"You betcha." He brightened up. "Hey, you wanna go get a soda or somethin'?"
"Okay."
Al was in heaven. Benny was already forgiving him, and it sounded like they might do it again too. And she never woke her father either. Benny wasn't going to tell. | 6 |
115,072 | The Futa Fairy - Futa's Exhibitionist Wish 03: Kimmie's Futa Show | Halftime had arrived as I pulled my futa-cock, formerly my clit, out of my fourteen-year-old sister's newly deflowered pussy. The crowd filling Washington High School's stands roared in excitement, loving the culmination of the first half of the football game. My fellow cheerleaders and I had put on the naughtiest performance of our lives.
I sprang to my feet, my cock bobbing before me, surrounded by my fellow cheerleaders. They only wore their pleated skirts, though none had futa-cocks thrusting through their pleats, and their shoes, nothing else. Their naked tits bounced and jiggled. They were all flushed, their lips stained with pussy and cum, such delight bursting in their eyes. My little sister popped to her feet before me, the newest member of the cheer squad.
"The Pussycats really have the crowd pumped as we go into halftime," the announcer said, somehow following along with all the action from his booth. Maybe he had binoculars. He was giving a play-by-play blow as I deflowered my little sister's pussy.
My admirers, crowding the front of the stands, pressed their half-naked bodies together. They still were splattered in remnants of my futa-cum, which had arched the ten feet from where I performed to rain upon them when I came while jerking-off. It had been so hot watching them lick each other clean.
And it was all thanks to the wish I made. A wish the naughty futa-fairy answered. I had no idea why she did it, or even how she did it, but she made my exhibitionist dreams come true. Sure it was a strap-on in my fantasy, not a real cock. But this was so much better.
I loved being a futa-cheerleader.
"And I am sure we are all wondering just what the Pussycats and naughty Kimmie have in store for us for the second-half of the game," the announcer said. "But I know it will be hot. And our Washington Jaguars will continue to crush the Franklin Pierce Falcons!"
My stomach twisted. What would I do for the second half? How could I possibly top popping my little sister's cherry before the entire student body, teachers, and even some of our parents? I had fucked almost all the others, too, cumming on Daniqua and Becky's face before I fucked Amy in the ass. She still had some of my cum running down her thighs.
"Okay, girls," Coach Jenette said, waving us over to the tunnel that led to the locker rooms. It was time for us to have our breather at the same time as the football team. The marching band was already taking the field.
The crowd was not excited.
"That was a great performance," the youthful coach said. She was twenty-nine and still had the perky, outgoing attitude of a cheerleader. "And we need to keep the crowd pumped."
"Yes," Jamie, my little sister, said. She rubbed at her thighs, scooping up my cum. She smeared it on her face, leaving three whiskers glistening on her cheeks. Linh and I had the same whiskers.
"I need to get fucked before the crowd, too," Linh said. She was a sexy, Vietnamese girl. Her round, dusky breasts bounced before her as we walked towards our locker room. "I've only sucked your cock."
"When did you do that?" Amy asked, her strawberry-blonde ponytail swinging across her naked back.
"It grew while we were helping her in the locker room after her head injury," Linh answered. "Coach fucked her cock while I sat on her face and she ate my pussy."
"Oh, she's sooooo good at that," my sister Jamie moaned, scooping up more cum. She smeared my girl-jizz on her small tits. Her pink nipples were large and fat, as big as my own. And they looked so hot glistening with pearly spunk on them.
"They heard you screaming over their cheers," laughed Becky, a busty blonde. Her large tits bounced as she spun around, her face coated in streaks of cum. "Oh, this was so hot."
"But we need to so do something even hotter," I said.
"Like what?" Daniqua asked. She was a Black cheerleader with coffee-cream skin and short, frizzy hair. Her nipples were so dark, topping her round breasts.
"I don't know," I said. "And we only have ten minutes to figure it out."
We entered our locker room. I glanced at the massage table where I woke up changed by the futa-fairy. Linh had sucked my new girl-cock off while fingering my pussy, then Coach Jenette had ridden me so hard. It was so amazing cumming in her pussy.
"She could fuck me while I do a handstand," Linh said, her hands sliding up beneath her skirt to finger her wet pussy.
"You just want to feel her cock in your cunt," Daniqua accused.
"Don't you?" the Vietnamese girl shot back.
"Oh, yes," groaned Daniqua. "Becky and I could both shove our pussies against her cock and hump up and down it."
"Oh, tribbing with a dick between our pussies. I've done that. It's soooooo hot," Becky shuddered.
"With what boy?" Amy asked, her blue eyes so wide.
"No boy. With Cassandra. I told you she became a futa, too, over the summer. That's why her slumber parties are so awesome. I'm going to one after the game tonight. It's so hot watching Cassandra fuck her MILF lover and Lana at the same time. Incest is so hot. I love watching Lana and her mother have sex."
"That's it!" squealed Jamie, bouncing up and down with excitement, her small tits jiggling.
"What's it?" I asked.
She darted to me, her words spilling out of her mouth so fast I couldn't follow a word. I caught Cassandra's name and nothing much. She suddenly ended her torrent, her face bright red as she sucked in a deep breath.
"What?"
Her eyes were so wide. "I just told you."
"Yeah, but I didn't follow it, motormouth. Speak at human comprehension."
"Cassandra! Let's make her a cheerleader! Two futas out there fucking us. Imagine all the fun we could have?"
My pussy clenched in memory of Leanan Sidhe's girl-dick fucking me in the dream, the rest of the futa-fairies watching us, cumming on me. "Yes! Becky!"
"On it," she said, darting to her locker. She fumbled with her combination lock then ripped it open, diving into her gym bag to pull out her phone.
"Okay," I said, my heart racing. Two futas. I wondered if there were any other girls that were futas. How had I never noticed?
"How does Cassandra hide her cock?" Amy asked. "She was wearing these tight jeans in English today. There was no way she could hide her cock in them."
"It goes away at sunrise," Becky said as she held her phone to her ear. "And it comes back at sunset."
"Really?" I asked.
But before Becky could confirm, Cassandra must have picked up because Becky gush, "So you loving the game?" Becky giggled at the answer. "I thought so. Wow, you had Lana and her mom sucking your cock while we were cheering. You naughty futa." She paused again while I stared at her. "Ooh, that sounds like it was a great cum."
"Ask," I hissed.
Becky shot me an annoyed look. "Listen, Cassandra, how would you like to be an honorary Pussycat and--"
Cassandra's shriek was so loud it hurt my ears. Poor Becky ripped her phone from her ear, face tightening. She gingerly brought her phone back to her ear. "Okay, good, come down to the locker room, and we'll get you fitted out with a uniform." Becky paused. "Oh, yes, this must all be caused by Kimmie's wish. Isn't it awesome? Everyone thinks it's cool that we're fucking out there."
"So cool," moaned Jamie.
Becky hung up, beaming at us. "Okay, this is going to be a hot show."
"Yeah," I moaned, stroking my dick, my pussy so wet. What fun could we have with two futas out there? We could fuck other girls. We could fuck the same girl. We could even fuck each other.
My eyes widened as ideas burned in my head.
Cassandra didn't take long to show up. She was a sixteen-year-old redhead wearing a long skirt. Her futa-dick obviously tented her dress. I didn't know her at all, she was a year younger than me, but she was so sexy, her green eyes flashing.
"Was it her!" Cassandra gasped, rushing up to me and ragging my futa-cock. "Was it Leanan Sidhe?"
"Yes," I grinned. "I got hit in the head with a football and then was surrounded by all these futa-fairies. And we had this hot sex and I grew a dick."
"Wow," Cassandra moaned. "I just fell asleep on Lana's couch and woke up with her sexy mother fondling my dick."
"That sounds pretty hot," Amy said. "I've never been into girls, but..."
"They're so awesome," giggled Becky. "Especially the ones with dicks."
"Yes!" Cassandra said, squeezing my cock. "So, I'm a Pussycat now?"
"Yep," my little sister said then smeared three lines of my jizz on each of Cassandra's cheeks. "Now you have your cute whiskers."
"Thanks." Cassandra ran her hand through my little sister's brown hair."It was so hot watching you getting your cherry popped. I popped Lana's while she ate out her mom's pussy. But I think this was somehow hotter."
"It was," Jamie grinned, bouncing on her heels.
"Okay, Cassandra," Coach Jenette said, darting up naked. She had stripped naked during our planning, revealing her large, bouncing breasts topped by fat, dark-red nipples. And there, glinting in her pussy lips, was the gold ring piercing her clitoral hood. "Here's your uniform."
The coach handed over a green pleated skirt. Cassandra took it and stripped naked pretty fast. Her cock looked as big as mine, thrusting from her pussy lips where her clit would be. She had a landing strip of fiery hair running to it. Her breasts were round, a little smaller than mine, her nipples so hard. She pulled on her skirt, her dick thrusting through the pleats.
"Okay," Coach Jenette said. "It's time to get out there."
"And I have the perfect way to introduce you to the rest of school, Cassandra," I grinned at her.
"Your slumber parties are going to be super popular after this," Becky giggled.
My cheer squad all leaned in to hear my wicked plan, their eyes bursting with delight as I told it to them. They nodded their heads in agreement, licking their lips. My heart raced with excitement. This was the greatest night of my life.
We gathered at the entrance to the tunnel, the marching band just wrapping up their halftime performance. I shivered as Cassandra's round breasts pressed into my back. And then her hard futa-dick rubbed on the wet lips of my pussy. She slid her cock's tip up and down my slit, searching for my hole, driving me wild. My dick throbbed.
And then she penetrated me.
I groaned, my pussy clenching as her cock slid into my depths. My eyes widened as her girth stretched me out. She was as hung as that sexy futa-fairy. The friction rippled through my body as she pressed her hands on my hips, holding them tight.
"Oh, you're so tight," Cassandra moaned.
"You sound surprised," I said, the other cheerleaders moving in around us.
"Well, I've never fucked a futa before. I had no idea what to expect."
I wiggled my hips, stirring her cock around inside of me. The pleasure rippled to the tip of my dick. "I think I feel the same as any other girl."
"Oh, yes," she agreed. "Mmm, just so hot and silky."
"Okay, girls, let's go," Coach Jenette clapped.
"And the Pussycats are taking to the field again," the announcer boomed and the crowds cheered. He ignored the football teams also filing out to their benches while their special teams headed out for the kickoff to start the second half.
"PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!"
I shuddered at the crowd's chant, the way they roared. Everyone was standing as we jogged out. It was so naughty with Cassandra's cock in me. I could feel it shifting as she kept pressed so tight behind me as we moved. It was difficult, but we found a rhythm. It was like my wish was making our bodies move just right to let us get away with it.
My pussy clenched and relaxed on her throbbing dick, making her groan and her hands tightened on my hips. Pleasure rippled through me as I gazed at all the people watching and filming. They lusted after me, men and women, teachers and students. It was so hot. So wild. A rush of delight shot through me.
I almost came.
My fellow cheerleaders moved around us, trying to hide that Cassandra had a cock that was buried in my cunt. We reached our position at the center of the Washington High stands, my fan club cheering so hard. The two cherub-faced girls had their naked breasts pressed tight as they kissed each other, a brunette teacher standing by them. Other girls shook their naked tits, still covered in streaks of my drying cum, at me.
"We love you, Kimmie!" they screamed.
"You are so hot!"
"Cum on us!"
"And the Pussycats are starting their show. Kimmie is grinding back into..." The announcer voice trailed off. "We seem to have a new Pussycat on the field. I'm being told this is Cassandra Riley, who just joined the team during halftime."
Who told him that? Leanan Sidhe?
"And the other cheerleaders are doing the hottest booty shakes, flashing their asses and pussies at the crowd as the shake their pompoms. You can see the cum flooding out little Jamie's newly deflowered pussy. Isn't that hot?"
It was.
The crowd's booming shouts showed their boisterous agreement.
I grinned at my cheerleaders as they shook their asses just like the announcer said, their faces flashing at me. At the same moment, Cassandra reached around me, grasping my futa cock. She stroked it as she slowly drew back her own dick, her hips swiveling like she was dancing and grinding against my ass.
My fans cheered, their hungry eyes locked on my cock. The two cherubs had broken their kiss, staring at me, licking their lips. Their tits bounced with the other girls as I savored the slow thrusts of Cassandra's girl-cock through my pussy.
I was being fucked before hundreds of people. And they had no idea. Yet.
My pussy clenched on the girl-dick sliding in and out of me. The friction was wonderful. Especially combined with Cassandra's hand stroking up and down my dick. Her breasts rubbed on my back, her nipples so hard. I shuddered, swiveling my hips, stirring her cock through my pussy as she slid in again.
"Oh, god, this is so hot," Cassandra moaned as she jerked my dick. "I can't believe this."
"I know. Just listen to the crowd."
"PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!"
She shivered, her left hand sliding up and cupping my breast, she squeezed it, thrusting harder and faster, her hand stroking at the same speed as her hips pumped. I shuddered, loving her stroking hand and her thrusting cock. Pleasure rippled from my pussy and shot down my dick.
"And now the pussycats are masturbating," groaned the announcer. "Look at little Jamie. She's got three fingers buried in her newly deflowered cunt. Her big sis's cum is leaking out of her as she reams those digits into her hole. And it's hot seeing Daniqua's dark fingers vanish into her pink depths."
"PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!"
I thrust my pompoms into the air, screaming out my pleasure as Cassandra fucked me a little faster, a little harder. My pussy clenched, the tip of her dick sliding along the top of my sheath, teasing me. It felt incredible as she drove into me. Pleasure radiated through my body. It filled me, made my nipples ache while I drank in the crowd's excitement.
My fellow cheerleaders moaned, wiggling their asses almost in unison like they had practiced masturbating in sync before. They all moaned and gasped. Becky's big boobs swayed out of the corner of my eyes, her blonde hair dancing and dancing.
"Oh, this is soooo hot," Cassandra moaned. "Leanan Sidhe is amazing."
"So amazing," I moaned. It was time to reveal the truth.
I bent over, dropping my pompoms and bracing my hands on my knees. My breasts swayed before me. Cassandra released my girl-cock and grabbed my hips. She drew back her cock slowly, my pussy drinking in the sensation.
And then buried in hard. I heard her tits bounce together. Her cock slid so deep into me this time. It didn't hammer the front of my pussy like it had but caressed every part of me equally. I wiggled my hips as she drew back.
And hammered in. She fucked me. She pounded me.
"And what's this?" the announcer said. "Why it looks like Cassandra wasn't grinding on Kimmie but was fucking her with a strap-on or a... Yes, that's a girl-cock! Oh, wow, Jaguar and Pussycat fans, we have another futa on the field!"
The crowd exploded. Their excitement thundered around us. My pussy clenched so hard on the dick pumping in and out of my pussy. I shivered, my dick throbbing before me. My fellow cheerleaders all moaned, their bodies shuddering as they came, juices squirting at the same time from their cunts. My fans went wild. They screamed, too, fingering each other, kissing each other, groping each other. Twenty teenage sluts and at least one teacher were all writhing in rapture as they watched another futa fuck me.
"Yes, yes, Cassandra Riley is a futa, and she has her huge girl-dick churning up Kimmie's pussy," the announcer groaned, his voice booming over the deafening crowd. "Look at her hammer Cassandra's pussy. She's fucking the futa so hard, causing Kimmie's huge cock to bounce along with her breasts. This is the hottest thing yet. And it has inspired the Jaguars to score once again."
The thundering cheers of the crowd washed over me like physical waves. I could feel the sound caressing my skin. I stared at them, drunk on rapture while my pussy clenched on Cassandra's futa-dick. My girl-cock and tits bounced and swayed before me as the pleasure built and built.
They loved us. They loved watching two chicks with dicks fucking before their eyes. My knees went weak as Cassandra only fucked me harder and harder. I couldn't hear myself think over the roar. My vision fuzzed as the excitement swelled and swelled.
"Thank you!" I screamed at the futa-fairy as I exploded.
The orgasm started in the depths of my pussy. It was a powerful wave of lust that crashed outward. It channeled down my cock, bouncing before me. It reached the tip and the cum spurted out of me. Powerful blasts of white jizz sprayed the grass at my feet. My cunt convulsed about her thrusting dick as I painted the turf in ropy lines of pearl.
My back arched. The ecstasy boiled my mind as the crowd screamed.
"PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!"
Stars danced before my eyes as the waves of rapture kept washing out of my cunt every time Cassandra's amazing futa-cock buried into my depths.My pussy rippled around her dick as she plowed me. Cum kept firing from mine, propelled by every wave.
I swayed, so dizzy from the rapture. So consumed by it. This was like nothing I had ever experienced. Ever even imagined. I couldn't believe I was so lucky to experience this rapture. To be bathed in it.
"Yes!" Cassandra moaned behind me.
"And now Cassandra is cumming in Kimmie's cunt!" boomed the announcer. "She is flooding her pussy as the Jaguars make the extra two points, scoring a touchdown instead of going for the safer field goal. They are crushing their rivals."
I shuddered as the cum spurted into my depths. It was so hot feeling it splash into my cumming pussy. Dizzy waves of rapture washed through my body as the crowd kept cheering, kept loving us, kept watching us be wild.
The final blast of cum spurted from my dick, splattering on the grass, joining the other ropy lines of jizz. I shivered, the cum looking so bright under the artificial lights of the stadium. My ears roared with passion, my heart hammering beneath my breast, as Cassandra buried into me, her dick spurting more and more girl-spunk into my pussy.
"What a show they put on for us," the announcer said. "And the Jaguars have scored again. Though it is clear the Pussycats are the ones who really scored!"
"PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!"
"Hear that crowd?" Daniqua said, rising and pulling her fingers out of her juicy pussy. She sucked on them.
The other cheerleaders were standing, their legs wobbly from the power of their orgasms. They snagged their pompoms, the green and white tassels flashing as they raised them over their heads, high-kicking, breasts bouncing--especially Becky's huge, lush pair--and pleated skirts flying. Dripping cunts were flashed and naked asses teased.
I groaned as Cassandra pulled out of my pussy. Her cum flooded out of my cunt, dribbling down my thighs. I shivered at the hot, wet rivulets dribbling down my thighs, making me feel so hot and wild. My nipples throbbed beneath my shell as I rose and performed a high-kick, holding my leg and balancing for a moment, doing a vertical split.
I could feel my pussy lips part, the cum pouring out of me and down my left thigh. My admirers roared their excitement, reaching over the edge of the stands, their naked tits swaying. The two cherub-faced girls had such lust in their eyes and the busty, brown-haired teacher looked on the verge of a pouncing like a hungry cougar.
I think that was Miss Baumgartner, one of my little sister's teachers.
"And there is Kimmie just showing us the proof of Cassandra's futa-jizz flooding out of her," boomed the announcer. "You know those two futas had hot sex out there on the field. And I know we all loved it. These futas have hit us hard. They are just wonderful. And I can't wait for what they have in store for us next!"
Cassandra came up beside me as I lowered my leg, my cum dribbling down both thighs now. There was so much in me. I loved it. We put our arms around each other's waists, posing, the tips of our dicks rubbing together, hers glistening with my pussy juices.
"This is so amazing," the redheaded futa said, trembling, her green eyes so wide with excitement. "And there's Lana and her mom. Mmm, my lover is fingering Lana so hard."
I had no idea who was Lana. My eyes were on my admirers.
Amy fell to her knees before us as the rest of the squad cheered and pounced. The strawberry-blonde cheerleader looked up at us with her blue eyes. I bet she still had my jizz leaking out of her ass. She grasped both our dicks, beaming, then took a lick up the underside of Cassandra's cock to the tip.
"And it looks like Amy is going to blow both futas," announced the commentator, sounding so excited. "I bet she is loving the taste of Kimmie's pussy adorning Cassandra's girl-cock. Kimmie has a sweet tasting pussy, her cream just succulent."
"She does," moaned Amy. "So sweet!" Then she sucked on the tip of Cassandra's cock. The redheaded futa shuddered, the side of her left breast rubbing into my right as she moaned, "How does the announcer know what your pussy tastes like?"
"The wish?" I shrugged, staring down at Amy's cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her mouth on Cassandra's cock.
"Leanan Sidhe is amazing."
"Uh-huh," I groaned, shivering.
Amy stroked both our cocks, fisting the bases of our shafts while she worshiped Cassandra's. Then she popped her mouth off, licking her lips. She pressed the crowns of our dicks together, rubbing the spongy tips against each other. Pleasure fluttered up my shaft to my pussy. My cunt clenched, forcing more jizz to leak down my thighs.
Oh, I liked that. It was such a ticklish delight.
Amy pressed her lips against both our cocks, open as wide as she could manage. Her face screwed up like she wanted to engulf both our dicks at once. But couldn't. So she just sucked on our dicks, her cheeks hollowing.
"Pussycats are the best!" cheered the rest of our squad, prancing about us, shaking, twerking, acting so naughtily. "They cum harder than the rest!"
"Yes, they do," the announcer boomed. "And what's this? Looks like another Pussycat is joining the fun. Jamie, Kimmie's little sister, is approaching the futas from behind. And doesn't she just look cute. At fourteen, she's the youngest member of the squad. And she has the biggest crush on her big sis. But I think we all knew that."
I glanced over my shoulder as Amy's tongue swirled around both our girl-dicks. I shuddered, my sister approaching me, her pompoms rustling in hand. She licked her lips, looking just so adorable. She was petite, her breasts small and perky. Her brown hair fell about that elfin face, her eyes twinkling with lust.
I turned to face the crowd. Pompoms rustled louder behind me, the unmistakable sound of them being dropped. And then I felt hands on my thighs. I shuddered as a hot tongue ran up my inner thigh, starting at my knee, gathering Cassandra's cum that had leaked out of me. Tingles ran up my leg, making my pussy clench and my dick throb against the redhead's.
"And Jamie is just hungry for the cum running down her big sis's leg," continued the announcer. "I bet we all want her to devour that creampie."
"DEVOUR! DEVOUR! DEVOUR!"
The crowds' booms made me so hot. I flicked my eyes around the stands. More and more people were having sex. Clothes were discarded as Washington High School's student body and faculty mingled in such a naughty way. Girls made out with girls while others sucked boys', and men's, cocks. I spotted my MILF math teacher riding a Black student's cock, her big tits bouncing as she faced us. Two guys fucked one girl, spit-roasting her between them. Beside them, two more girls tribbed their pussies together.
"DEVOUR! DEVOUR! DEVOUR!" they kept shouting as they fucked and writhed.
"Devour your big sis's creampie!" the two cherub-faced girls said, their naked tits pressed tight again as they ground their hot cunts on each other's thighs.
"Devour!" the rest of the cheerleaders, minus Amy and Jamie, cheered, slowly raising their pompoms up, shaking them the entire time. "Devour! Devour!"
I shivered, feeling my little sister's tongue sliding higher and higher up my thigh, gathering more and more of the cum that had dribbled out of me. I pressed tighter against Cassandra, savoring her breast rubbing on mine, our nipples almost kissing while Amy worshiped our cocks.
The naughty cheerleader stroked our dicks faster and faster as she nibbled and sucked on our futa-cocks. She moaned, her tongue swirling and caressing, teasing us. Then she opened her mouth and sucked on my cock by itself. It was wonderful to be buried in her hungry mouth, her tongue so wild, my cum wanting to spurt out of the depths of my pussy.
"DEVOUR! DEVOUR! DEVOUR!"
"And Jamie is coming closer and closer to her big sis's pussy," the announcer said, his excitement building like a soccer commentator. "She's lapping up all the creamy jizz as she nears her prize. Kimmie must be going wild in anticipation for that incestuous tongue to reach her messy cunt!"
I was. It was torture feeling Jamie's tongue lapping and brushing my thighs. She worked higher and higher, switching between my legs in her quest to savor every drop of Cassandra's jizz. The pleasure shot through my body, building the pressure deeper and deeper in my cunt.
Amy popped her mouth off my dick, sucking now on Cassandra's. The futa groaned beside me, her face twisting in delight. She shifted, her nipple grazing mine. I loved that, another naughty sensation shooting through me.
"So good," she moaned then groaned in disappointment as Amy switched cocks again.
I gasped at the sudden wet sucking engulfing my dick. It was so hot and delicious. I shivered and wiggled. My sister climbed higher and higher. The crowded shouted more and more as they writhed in passion on the stands.
And then my sister nuzzled at the lips of my pussy. I groaned, her tongue fluttering through my folds, reaching inside me to scoop out Cassandra's girl-jizz. My eyes widened. Pleasure rushed through me at the incestuous thrill.
"And Jamie has made it!" boomed the announcer. The stands erupted. "Little Jamie is plunging her tongue into her big sis's pussy, making our favorite brunette futa moan and gasp. Incestuous pleasure is racing through her body as she savors her little sister's licking tongue. What a treat for us all!"
"Yes!" I moaned.
"Go, Jamie, go!" the other cheerleaders began as they pranced around us, Becky's big boobs heaving, nubile Linh falling into a wide split. Daniqua twerked her great ass at the crowd, rubbing her pompoms into her boobs.
I bet those tassels felt amazing on their tits.I shuddered, my pussy clenching as my little sister's tongue probed into my depths. She stirred around inside of me, driving me wild as she searched for more and more of Cassandra's cum. As she did that, Amy sucked back and forth from Cassandra's and my cocks, spending just enough time to make us gasp and moan.
Cassandra swayed beside me. Her green eyes flashed across the crowd as she moaned. Her hand pulled tighter against my hip while my hand slid down to her ass. I had my little sister licking my pussy.
She needed some extra attention.
I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks. They were so firm and nice. Then I found the heat between her cheeks, wiggling into her crack. She gasped, glancing at me, our nipples pressing together as she turned her body. Her smile grew as I circled her sphincter.
"And Kimmie's up to her own naughty fun," the announcer said, breathless. "She's got her fingers between her fellow futa's butt-cheeks and... Yes! She's fingering Cassandra's asshole."
The redhead moaned as I shoved two fingers into her velvety asshole. My dick throbbed, Amy sucking hard on it as I pumped my digits in and out of Cassandra's bowels. My pussy clenched on my little sister's licking tongue, the pleasure swirling through me, making me drunk with excitement.
"CUM! CUM! CUM!" the crowd chanted.
I was getting closer, and so was Cassandra. She moaned and gasped, her body trembling as I fingered her asshole. Her bowels were so velvety tight about my cock. She turned her head and kissed me hard on the lips.
I moaned, Amy stroking my dick so fast as she sucked on Cassandra's. My tongue dueled with hers. My sister lapped one last time through my pussy before she licked up my taint, her hands pulling my butt-cheeks apart.
I think my anal fingering inspired Jamie. I shuddered as she pressed her face between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue dragged through my crack and found my sphincter. She moaned as she tongued my sour asshole. Earlier, she had cleaned my dick off of Amy's ass.
My little sister was an anal fiend.
"And Jamie is now rimming her big sis's ass," panted the announcer. "Sources tell me Jamie has quite the fetish for anal rimming porn. She maybe fourteen, but she's found some nasty spots on the web. Lesbian ass-licking is her favorite, and she's indulging on her big sister."
"That's awesome, Jamie. Oh, keep licking my asshole," I gasped, breaking the kiss with Cassandra, Amy sucking now on my cock.
"It's soooo good," she moaned, barely audible over the cheering crowd.
Everything was crashing through me now. The crowd roared "CUM!" over and over. My fans cheered, so ecstatic. Everyone was having sex. My dick ached and throbbed as my little sister's tongue fucked in and out of my asshole, teasing me, driving me wild.
I looked over at Cassandra, her bowels clenching on my fingers, and I knew her climax was approaching. We both had to cum. I glanced down at Amy sucking on our cocks, going back and forth faster and faster. She sensed it.
My pussy clenched. "Oh, fuck, Amy!"
"We're going to cream your face!" panted Cassandra.
"Yes," Amy moaned, her blue eyes so bright, her ponytail swaying behind her.
She brought our dicks so close together, jerking them as fast as she could. Her hand flew up and down our shafts. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. The pleasure built and built and built in me. I trembled, my pussy clenching.
She was so hot and sexy. She was just so exciting. My entire body bucked and heaved. Her hand flew up and down our cocks, the tips throbbing together. Cassandra's asshole clenched on my fingers. My little sister's tongue swirled through my bowels, rimming me.
And all that pleasure exploded out of me.
"Yes!" I screamed as my cum erupted, painting Amy's face.
"PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!"
"And Kimmie and Cassandra are hosing Amy's face with their jizz!" screamed the announcer, his voice so throaty. "The two futas are unloading their cum on her face. They are drenching her, coating her in white jizz. Look at it splashing on her cheeks and forehead. It's dribbling down her neck and falling to her breasts. There is so much cum. Futas ejaculate three times as much as the average porn star, and it shows."
"I love those facts!" Daniqua groaned, the Black cheerleader staring at Amy with such hungry eyes.
My asshole spasmed around my little sister's tongue. My dick ached and throbbed with every eruption. We coated Amy's face. She had a mask of white jizz covering her features as the rapture flooded through my mind.
"Kimmie!" squealed my fan club. "We love you!"
I groaned as the final spurt shot out of me. My little sister kept tonguing my asshole. I shivered, Cassandra beaming beside me. She looked so hot. So sexy. Her cock nudged mine as Amy fell back on the grass, her breasts bouncing.
Daniqua, Becky, and Linh were on her, licking up the cum from her face. The three cheerleaders lapped at the jizz like three hungry kittens at the milk saucer. They bathed her face, gathering every salty drop they could.
"And what naughty act will Kimmie perform next," the announcer said, his voice sounding so satiated.
I glanced at Cassandra, arching an eyebrow.
"DP," she said, reading my mind.
"DP."
My little sister pulled her lips from my asshole. She stuck her head between Cassandra and me, twisting her neck to peer up at us. "What's DP?"
"Double penetration," I grinned at her. "Our dicks fucking you at the same time."
"Doesn't that sound hot?" Cassandra asked.
"Both of you? In my pussy at the same time? Wow!"
My eyes widened. I meant to have one of us fuck her asshole and the other her pussy. But the idea of being pressed tight against Cassandra's hot cock as we fucked my sister's near virginal pussy surged through me. "Yes! That's it!"
I didn't even know if we would fit, but I just felt we could do anything right now. Anything.
"You heard it folks," the announcer said, "Kimmie and Cassandra are both going to fuck little Jamie's pussy at the same time. The fourteen-year-old cheerleader is throwing herself down on the grass, lying on her side, ready to be sandwiched and fucked. You can just feel her eager lust."
I could feel it as I stared at my little sister lying on the ground, her brown hair spilling about the grass. Her small breasts heaved, her pleated skirts clinging to her hips. My dick ached and throbbed. I moved behind my sister, hugging her and pressing my tits into her back while groping her little boobies. I squeezed them, my cock nudging at her pussy.
Cassandra took the front, her green eyes twinkling as her breasts bounced. She scotched closer to my sister until we sandwiched her, both our dicks prodding at the wet folds of Jamie's cunt. My sister trembled between us as Cassandra reached down, holding both our cocks in one hand, and guided us to my sister's opening.
"You ready?" I asked Jamie, nuzzling her ear. "You ready to get really fucked by two futas?"
"Yes," she moaned, trembling.
I squeezed her little boobies as I thrust. Cassandra thrust at the same moment. Both our cocks pressed at my little sister's cunt. I knew this was impossible, it had to be. Jamie was so tight when I popped her cherry.
But there was magic in the air. Magic in our cocks. I groaned, feeling my little sister's pussy lips spreading as slowly, bit-by-bit, we worked our dicks into her. My eyes widened as her hot, sucking cunt engulfed the crowns our futa-cocks.
"And they're in her!" shouted the announcer.
The crowd exploded, thundering in excitement as Cassandra and I pressed our cocks deeper and deeper and deeper into my little sister's once virginal cunt. Her hot, tight, silky flesh pressed my dick into Cassandra's. Our shafts throbbed together. The friction was incredible. It was so intimate sharing my little sister with her.
And she loved it. Jamie spasmed between us. Her body shook and convulsed. She screamed out her passion. I felt her heart racing beneath her small breasts. Her petite body spasmed when we buried all the way into her.
She was cumming by the time we started pulling back. Her pussy went wild about our dicks. My eyes widened, and Casandra moaned her enjoyment. Our hips moved together, fucking our cocks slowly in and out of my sister's pussy, savoring the pleasure of her embrace.
"Yes, yes, yes," gasped my little sister, her voice so tight. "Fuck me! Ravish me!"
We did.
Our dicks plunged over and over into the tight heaven of my baby sister's pussy. Her flesh spasmed, convulsed, and milked our cocks. It was rapture. The pleasure rippled down my shaft, the friction so tight, so magical. The roar of the crowd faded. The cheers, the announcers commentary, the moans of my fellow cheerleaders all vanished.
There was just the three of us fucking. Pure, carnal fucking.
I pinched and rolled my little sister's nipples. I teased her as her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick. Her hot juices flooded out, warming my thighs and crotch. Her tart musk filled my nose as I nibbled on her ear.
"So good," she groaned, her body still cumming as we pumped into her. "Oh, Kimmie! This is the best."
"Uh-huh," I panted, my pussy clenching as I worked my cock in and out of her cunt."I love feeling your dick on mine," Cassandra groaned, her voice tight. "Oh, Kimmie, let's really fuck your little sister. Pound her. Cum in her!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned.
Our thrusts grew harder, faster. Jamie's pussy juices lubed the way. Our dicks were so slick, they slid past each other with ease. We lost our rhythmic thrusts as our own lusts swelled. The heat built and built inside of us.
I fucked my sister harder and harder. My crotch slapped into her ass, my dick sliding against Cassandra's. She was thrusting in as I was pulling out. The crowns of our dicks met and kissed for brief moments wrapped up in the silky heat of my little sister's cunt.
I kissed my sister, my nipples throbbing into her back. Cassandra nuzzled against our lips, her tongue licking our mouths as she moaned, slamming her dick past mine into my sister's cunt. Jamie moaned into the kiss, shuddering as she kept cumming and cumming.
I kept giving her such wild pleasure.
The heat swelled in my ovaries. That aching need rose and rose. My ass and pussy clenched as I thrust in. My juices flooded out as my excitement swelled and swelled, mixing with Jamie's and Cassandra's cream.
"Oh, my god," Cassandra moaned. "I'm going to flood your pussy!"
Jamie broke the kiss. "Do it! Both of you! Flood me! Dump your cum into my pussy!"
"Yes," I hissed, my hips pumping faster and faster.
The pleasure shivered through me as my orgasm built and built. Tingles raced through my body. I was drunk on the passion of double-penetrating my little sister's pussy before hundreds of cheering, fucking spectators.
It was like the futa-fairy had taken my fantasies and multiplied them by a million. This was so hot. So kinky. So wild.
"Jamie!" I moaned, pumping so hard into her pussy, sliding through her spasming cunt and past Cassandra's aching dick.
"Cum in me!" she screamed.
"CUM IN HER! CUM IN HER!" I heard the crowd chanting.
The other cheerleaders surrounded us, Amy's face almost licked clean of cum, pumping their pompoms, waiting for that spectacular eruption. I shuddered, thrusting faster and faster, the orgasm rising in me.
A horn blared, sounding the end of the game.
My cock and Cassandra's buried into my little sister's cunt.
Our cum exploded out of us.
Jizz painted my little sister's snatch.
It boiled out of us.
Blast after blast of cum flooded her. I felt it swirl around our dicks. There was so much girl-jizz pumped into Jamie's cunt that it spurted out around our cocks. It splashed my thighs. My little sister screamed her head off, cumming so hard.
"So good!" she screamed.
"As the two futas cum in Jamie's cunt, the Jaguars win 63-6 in the single-most lopsided victory in Jaguar history! And it was all thanks to the futa-cheerleaders!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as the crowd thundered their excitement.
My back arched, nipples throbbing against my little sister's back, as the final blast of my cum spurted into her depths. I drifted on my exhibitionist high. This was the hottest game of my life. I had so much fun.
I was so glad I could share this with my fellow cheerleaders. Especially the newest members of our squad.
The rest of the night was a blur of sex. The entire cheer team crashed Lana's slumber party. It was hot watching Mrs. Teller, Cassandra's MILF lover, devour the creampie I made in her daughter's pussy. We fucked until dawn.
And like Becky said, at dawn our futa-cocks vanished. But they came back the next evening.
So long as I had a futa-cock, I could do whatever I wanted in public. I could flash people, fuck people, and no one would care. They would all think it was perfectly normal. But during the day, I couldn't get away with anything.
School was even weirder. They all talked about how great the game and how hot the sex was, boasting about who they fucked or fingered or ate. Girls who were straight would gush about eating pussy. Guys would boast about fucking teachers. But there was no weird, sexual energy. None of the teachers at all acted like they would fuck their students.
Until game night came. When us cheerleaders were on the field, strutting our stuff, fucking and having so much fun, it was a free-for-all of sex. All the rules were lifted thanks to my wish.
And I can happily say, the Jaguars never lost a game when the Pussycats were cheering.
Leanan Sidhe watched her cum arch into the air over the boardwalk and plummet into the sapphire beauty of the sea, adding a few more drops of white foam to the waves. She shuddered, feeling Kimmie's perverse desires being satiated for the first time. She felt her and Cassandra, another client, climaxing together.
And in Kimmie's little sister. How positively wicked of her.
The futa-fairy's wings hummed as a shiver passed through her.
She frowned, feeling the touch of cold intruding on Summer's domain. Ice cracked below. She peered into the sea's water, seeing a smooth mirror of blue-white appear. A face appeared, voluptuous and mature, framed by violet hair with just a hint of a mischievous twinkle in her silver eyes.
Leanan Sidhe's own ancient, silver eyes narrowed. "Esquire of Winter."
"So, Parkland, Washington is where you're playing these days," the purring, hungry voice of the Winter Esquire said. "How wonderful. I can't wait to join the fun."
Leanan Sidhe's wings buzzed faster as the ice mirror shattered beneath Summer's heat. | 3 |
115,605 | My Wife Honey 2 | Honey left for work the next day and told me she would be getting off from work a couple hours early so she could get ready for her dinner date with Mr. Howard. So I decided to leave early from work myself so I could be here for moral support for my wife because I knew she would be a little nervous tonight.
I got home just in time to see Honey pull into the driveway. Honey gave me a kiss on the way in and told me she had to hurry and take a shower and get herself dressed because she only had a couple hours before she was to meet Mr. Howard. I decided to straighten things up around here while she got ready. I had to admit that I had butterflies in my stomach thinking about this evening myself.
I walked into the bedroom just in time to see Honey walking in from her shower. She looked stunning as always. Her hair had been neatly combed and dried, and I could see she must have shaved her pussy. If things go well tonight with Mr. Howard, I'm sure Honey is planning a hot night in bed with me to celebrate.
Honey always picked out sexy things to wear no matter what the occasion, and tonight was no exception. I noticed tonight she had a red garter belt with nude stockings and a matching red brassiere picked out and laying on the bed. Over on the chair was a black skirt and matching black top that had buttons down the front. By the bed, setting on the floor, I could see black spike heels with a thin buckle.
I walked back out into the kitchen to finish cleaning while Honey dressed for the evening. Twenty minutes later, my lovely wife walked through the doorway. Honey walked in, turning in a half circle, asking me what I thought. She looked absolutely gorgeous as I reached out to hold her. I could smell Honey's perfume as I hugged my wife. Glancing downward, half of her breasts were exposed in this top. I wanted to kiss her but didn't want to smear her lipstick.
Honey told me she had to leave in a minute, and wanted me to go out and buy some wine for this evening when she brought Mr. Howard by the house after dinner. Honey told me she should be back here around eight tonight and not to be nervous and made sure I remembered that I was her brother Jim and not her husband.
I will be glad this night is over, at least until Mr. Howard gets the contract signed and leaves. I can't wait to get Honey in my arms tonight. I know she has to be as horny as I'm tonight. Everything will be just perfect with the girls being gone. Tonight I have plans to make love to my wife all night long.
As Honey walked out the door, she told me to wish her luck and said she loved me. I know this guy Howard will be getting an eyeful of my wife tonight. I hope we can get rid of him early to top off the night with a celebration of our own.
Later that evening, I sat down and tried to read the paper but couldn't concentrate on what I was reading. I had gone out and picked up a couple bottles of good wine. I had remembered Honey mentioning she was meeting Mr. Howard at her office and she would leave her car parked there overnight. It was now a quarter after eight, and Honey should be here any minute now. Let me hope that she got him to sign the contract tonight over dinner. I know Honey will still have to bring him here for a little icing on the cake, but it will soon be over.
I wonder if this is how I will feel when my daughters start dating. Wondering if they will be all right and their dates treating them with respect. This is my wife I was waiting to return home from a date with a guy that thinks she is a single woman. I want to think Honey's date acts like a gentleman and doesn't try to touch her or even steal a kiss. After all these years of being married to this wonderful woman, we have always had the deepest trust for one another.
Right at that moment, the doorbell rang. I must have locked the door when I returned from the store. Walking over to the door and opening it slowly, there stood my wife and standing next to her was a muscular-looking black gentleman in a grey suit. Honey walked in first as Mr. Howard followed close behind her. I noticed his hand was around the back of my wife's waist as they walked through the door.
Honey introduced her guest as a Mr. Ray Howard, a business client she is working with right now on a big project. Honey introduced me as her brother Jim. At least she remembered the little plan we had worked out. When I shook hands with Mr. Howard, I couldn't help noticing how large his hands were, and he had a firm grip. He looked around 6'2" tall and looked like a linebacker.
Mr. Howard followed my wife into the great room, and Honey motioned for him to sit down, which he did on the sofa. Honey then motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen to fetch some wine. As she prepared the drinks for her and her guest, she had told me that everything was fine and she wanted me to make up an excuse to leave the room so she could speak to him alone. Honey said she needs to iron a few things out and wanted to make Mr. Howard and thought I'd make her nervous setting in the same room.
We made our way back into the room, and as Honey was handing a drink to Mr. Howard, I mentioned to them that I was going to my room to read a book so they could chat and take care of business. Mr. Howard said it was nice meeting me and that I had a very lovely sister and suggested that if I had anywhere to go tonight, things would be fine here.
As I made my way to our bedroom, I thought about what Mr. Howard had just said to me. In a very polite manner, he was asking me to get lost. I almost walked back to say something, but I decided not to. I didn't want to ruin anything for Honey's business deal. It would only be a matter of time before he was gone, and hopefully, she has the contract signed and sealed. Let him have his little drink. Take a good look at those nice breasts being pushed out for you to see tonight because that's as close as you'll ever get, I thought to myself.
We have a sitting area in our room with sliding doors that lead out into the screened area around the pool. From there, we have sliding doors that lead off from the great room. It had been almost an hour now. I was thinking of walking out and around and take a peek to see if everything was all right. I decided to do just that and got up and opened the door and made my way over to the doorway off the great room where my wife and Mr. Howard were situated. It was dark now, and the lights were off back here, so I wouldn't be noticed.
As I gazed in the room, I could still see them seated on the sofa. Honey was laughing at something Mr. Howard was saying. I could see two bottles of wine sitting on the table next to the sofa. They must have gone through the first bottle already. Mr. Howard had his right arm on the back of the sofa behind my wife, but didn't seem to be touching her.
He was holding his glass of wine in the other hand when I saw him set it down on the table and put his hand on his knee. Honey seemed to be listening to whatever it was he was saying when I then noticed his hand slowly work its way over to my wife's knee until it was gently in place just below the hem of her skirt.
By this time, my heart seemed to be pumping at a faster rate. Honey was looking straight into his eyes now, and I wish I could hear what he was saying to Honey. I could see his thumb start to move against the hem of her dress as he kept talking to my wife. Then Honey glanced down toward his hand on her knee and gently pushed it away. That's my girl, I thought to myself. I knew Honey was trying very hard to be nice to this man but wouldn't let things go any further than having the pleasure of talking or getting a good look at her lovely charms on display.
I decided to make my way back to the bedroom and read because I felt Honey had everything under control after I saw Honey move his hand off her knee. It would only be a matter of time before he was gone, and she made her way in here to celebrate her new contract.
I guess I fell asleep for a few minutes. I looked over at the alarm clock on the dresser, and it was after eleven. I jumped up pretty fast, wondering what was going on out in the great room. I worked my way out the door and around the corner, looking inside. My heart sank. I didn't see anyone. Could Mr. Howard have gone home, and Honey was in the kitchen or something? I could see into the kitchen, and the light was off. I could see a light through the window in one of the girls' rooms over to the right, so I walked over to that window.
I could see a shadow on the wall, so I knew someone was in there, maybe Mr. Howard had left, and Honey was just checking the girls' rooms for something. As I looked around the corner, my heart sank even further. They were on the edge of the bed. I could see my wife and Mr. Howard. He had his head tilted down and appeared to be kissing her neck area. His right hand was around her shoulder with his left hand on her breasts through the brassiere. Her top was completely unbuttoned. I felt like I was going to panic as my heart began to race.
He was moving his head now, and his lips met hers as I could see Honey tilt her head up to kiss him back. I could barely make out what was going on, but I could see his tongue as it made its way inside Honey's mouth. She was sucking on his tongue. Honey had reached around and put her arm around him as they continued to kiss. Mr.Howard had dropped his hand down to her inner thigh and was working his way under her skirt toward her pussy.
I didn't remember seeing any panties tonight when my wife had all her clothes laid out in the bedroom. This would mean that he was about to touch Honey's bare pussy. He would soon feel how soft and smooth her pussy mound was. Something was about to happen to my wife that should only be meant for me. Should I go in and stop this? My mind kept going in different directions. Instead of running in there and pulling him away from my wife, I just stood there like I was frozen to the ground and watched what was taking place in that room.
As I kept watching what was taking place, Mr. Howard reached around and pulled Honey's top off and was reaching around to unclasp Honey's brassiere. Honey's firm breasts broke free of their confinement. Mr. Howard tilted his head down and started sucking on one, then the other, running his tongue in circular motions as my wife held the back of his head to push him in tight against her breasts.
Honey seemed to be accepting everything that was going on. I wasn't sure what I should do. As I kept watching, Honey stood up and it looked like she was helping Mr. Howard with her skirt. That's when I saw the skirt fall to the floor. I was right, Honey had no panties on and her pussy was now on full display to Mr. Howard. All that remained was Honey's garter belt, stockings, and her heels.
Honey sat herself back down on the bed when I saw Mr. Howard reach around my wife's small waist and pull her as close as possible toward him. Honey now had her one hand in his lap and seemed to be stroking him through his pants. His suit jacket was already off and Honey reached up with her right hand and started working on his tie and getting it off. Honey sort of got up and moved herself onto his lap and worked on his tie with both hands.
I saw the tie being tossed over on the floor as they started kissing again. Mr. Howard had reached all the way around my wife and was cupping her right breast in his large black hand. The contrast of their bodies made myself very hard as I continued to watch.
Honey was looking at Mr. Howard and he seemed to be saying something to her. She was shaking her head as if to say no to something. Honey was just reaching over to start unbuckling his pants when he pulled her hands away and got up. He was walking toward the door. He was leaving the room. I hurried back to the master bedroom. Once inside, there was a knock on the door.
I'm trying to figure out what this guy was doing or what he wanted from me. Was he coming to ask permission to sleep with whom he thought was my sister? I opened the door, Mr. Howard was embarrassed but asked me if I had any condoms. I stood there stunned for a moment when he told me everything was fine with my sister but she had mentioned not being on the pill. He said he felt embarrassed about asking me, but my sister was an adult and she was just fine.
I went over to the drawer and got him a couple and handed them over to Mr. Howard. My hand was shaking as he grabbed them from me. He told me thanks and told me he would see me in the morning.
Did I just hear him say he would see me in the morning? I just handed a man some condoms so he could sleep with my wife without her getting knocked up, and then he tells me this!
I waited for a couple minutes and decided I wanted to keep an eye on this but didn't want to go back outside. Instead, I decided to go through the third bedroom and there was a joining bathroom in between the two rooms where I could see but had to be careful. I walked through the great room and down the hall into the adjoining bedroom and slowly made my way toward the bathroom. Good, I thought to myself, the other door is open just enough to look inside that room. They had dimmed the light, but I was still able to see what was going on.
I slowly moved toward the door and looked inside. The bed was straight ahead on an angle so I was able to see everything where I stood. When I looked inside, I could see Mr. Howard laying on his back. My wife was on her side just above his legs. She was licking his shaft. Honey had her left hand massaging his testicles while she held his shaft with her right hand.
I focused on her action when I finally realized how big and thick this man was. He had to be at least 9" or 10" long and the girth was like a small log. Honey could never take this man inside her. She may have told him so and decided to give him head. Even if he could get this thing in my wife, she would be stretched to the limits.
Besides, the condoms I gave him would never fit his shaft. They fit snug on me, but a guy his size would never fit. Honey kept lovingly sucking and licking his entire shaft. I watched as she tried to push as much of it inside her mouth. It looked like she could only get the head to fit as she continued to lick the sides. Every once in a while, she would go down and suck his large testicles in her mouth only to hear him groan and tell her how good her mouth felt.
Honey still had on her garter belt, stockings, and heels, and it looked very erotic watching my wife make love to this large black man. Mr. Howard told Honey to move herself over his face, and he wasted no time getting his face between her legs. I could hear the slurping sounds he was making as Honey was grinding herself down onto his mouth. She had both of her hands wrapped around his shaft as she continued to suck his massive pole.
I was actually getting turned on watching my wife suck on this man as I was hard as a rock and I could feel myself dripping from the excitement. I was excited for the first time ever being a voyeur to watching my own wife in bed with a black man.
Honey started to shake, and I knew she was close to having an orgasm. Mr. Howard kept working on my wife's pussy. I could still hear the slurping sounds he was making. His big hands were holding her waist as if to hold her on his face as she let out a scream that she was there while Mr. Howard kept up the action with his tongue. Just as Honey started to relax, another orgasm hit her, and my wife was pushing herself into his face for all it was worth.
Just as Honey's orgasm was ending, I saw him reach over on the night stand and grab one of those condoms I gave him to use on my wife. He fiddled around until it opened. He then threw the wrapper on the floor. Honey moved off him while he tried to place the condom on the head of his shaft. It looked like he stretched it out and over the head, then rolled as much as there was down the shaft. It didn't cover the entire length, but at least it was on and would trap any sperm that he would pump out of that giant thing.
Honey reached down to the floor at the side of the bed searching for something. When she came back up, she had a tub of K-Y jelly in her hand. She had been ready for this after all, and Honey had it ready and waiting on the side of the bed all this time. I watched as she placed the tub on the tip of the head of Mr. Howard's shaft. Honey smeared it around the head and with her hand she stroked the shaft with the remaining jelly in her hand.
Honey then got up and swung her leg up over Mr. Howard to straddle him from the top. She sat facing him with his shaft just touching her crack from the rear. It looked like a massive pole from that angle. Honey had lowered her head to kiss Mr. Howard, and I watched her tongue enter his mouth as he sucked it in.
Honey then moved her rear end up as he grabbed his giant pole in his left hand and held onto Honey's waist with his right hand. I watched as she also reached around to help guide him to her waiting hole. She looked very wet as I could see his saliva still glistening around her mound.
My wife was about to get screwed for the very first time by another man since our marriage. From the looks of things, she was also going to be stretched beyond its limits. Honey now started to move her body in slow up and down motions, apparently trying to gently slide the giant head inside her pussy. After a few moments, it seemed to be working as Mr. Howard now had both of his hands on my wife's hips as she continued to rock herself in up and down motions.
Honey now moved her hands around and put them on Mr. Howard's chest as she used them for support as his shaft was fed inside her pussy. I raised my head a little so I could see myself, and sure enough, I had a clear view of my wife's stretched pussy with just the head of this man's shaft inside. Honey's pussy must have been dripping wet from the excitement, otherwise, there wasn't any way he could have got in this far.
Honey kept up the same pace, telling her lover how tight it felt. She was starting to moan again as his shaft slid inside at least another inch. I could see Mr. Howard now raising his own hips to meet my wife's down thrusts, trying to get more of him inside her. Honey started moving in a faster rhythm as they both fought hard to get as much of him lodged inside her as they could. I could see at least three inches inside. His shaft was now inside my wife up to the point where the condom covered his shaft. The rest of him was bare.
Mr. Howard seemed to hold on to Honey with a stronger grip as he rolled himself over with Honey now on the bottom. He held himself up with his hands under her rear, keeping his weight from fully resting on my wife. He now started to rotate his lower torso, trying to gain whatever space he could. He lifted himself up further as Honey raised her legs over his shoulders as they worked hard to get him inside her. From my angle, I could see it was working as now he started with a slow circular in and out rhythm.
I could now see Honey's pussy lips as they held onto Mr. Howard's shaft each time he thrust inside my wife. Her pussy was gripping him not just on purpose but because it was stretched out and around his shaft.Honey now moved her legs out to the sides of his buttocks and held onto him with her hands as he started a faster rhythm.
I could now see his shaft during each outward stroke covered with Honey's pussy juice. I could now hear the sounds of their lovemaking as there was a sucking sound each time he withdrew from Honey to a squishing sound each time he entered her. Honey now had her legs wrapped around his buttocks as he kept up his pace. He now had his hands cupped underneath my wife to pull himself deeper inside with each powerful stroke downward.
He now seemed to be getting deeper inside my wife with each stroke. I stretched my neck out as far as I could to see without getting caught. I think at this point they wouldn't have cared anyway if they saw me. I could see the condom. It was no longer covering the head portion of his shaft. It looked like it had ripped apart from being stretched and all the friction. It was bundled up around the center of his giant pole now. He was now screwing my wife bareback.
He was now kissing my wife again as he kept up the pace, her arms now gripping his shoulders as he kept pumping his shaft in my wife. She broke the kiss and was telling Mr. Howard to keep it up harder and how much she loved his thick shaft deep inside her. He yelled out that he was about to dump his load. Honey told him to give it to her.
I could see his buttocks start to contract and shake as he told her, "Here it comes, baby, just for you." At that point, Honey started to shake again and I knew she was having an orgasm at the same time he was pumping his hot load of sperm deep inside my wife. They both were moaning now as each was at their peak.
Mr. Howard gave one last shove and held his still shaft in my wife as deep as he could for at least a good three minutes before finally raising up and releasing his hold on her.
He then started a very slow withdrawal from my wife's stretched-out pussy. I could see and hear the plop as the head dropped out of my wife's pussy with a large trail of white sperm behind it. The first thing that entered my mind was the fact that he had just filled my wife's pussy with his potent sperm. Hopefully, she goes right into the bathroom and cleans herself out.
At this point, I just sat back on the floor thinking this is all over now. Mr. Howard made a statement that he would see me in the morning. Does this mean he plans on sleeping here with my wife all night? I couldn't imagine them going another round. Honey's pussy must be sore by now.
I took one more look, and as I watched, Mr. Howard had reached over and pulled my wife next to him on the bed and began kissing her again. She was telling him how much she enjoyed it. I got up and went into the adjoining bedroom and laid down thinking about what just happened. I was thinking about everything I just saw in that room. I kept thinking about seeing the condom breaking open and his sperm dripping out of my wife's pussy. I kept thinking of my lovely wife Honey before falling asleep.
Something seemed to wake me from a deep sleep. I'm not sure exactly what it could have been. It was like I was dreaming of hearing people talking. I looked over at the alarm clock on the dresser. It was after four in the morning. I could hear the voices again, only this time I knew what the sounds were. I sat up in the bed, pulled myself up, and walked to the bathroom doorway. The light was now off, but I could hear the mattress getting a workout and my wife's voice. She was begging her lover to screw her deeper. I carefully looked through the doorway and tried to adjust my eyes.
Once my eyes were able to adjust, I could make out my wife's hands as they were holding on to her lover as he drove his meat into her from above. I could also make out Honey's legs being held up by her black lover. I wondered how long this had been going on since the first round of passion. I could barely make out his buttocks as they hammered into my wife's pussy. I couldn't imagine at this point what kind of shape it was in now.
I could hear Mr. Howard's voice as he told my wife how sweet and tight her pussy was and he was looking forward to getting more of this fine white stuff. I could hear them both panting like wild animals when I heard his voice again. He was telling Honey he was ready to shoot another load in her belly and was she ready for it. I could hear my wife respond to her lover. Honey said she was ready and for him to shoot it in deep inside her.
Mr. Howard's grunting was all I could hear next as he began to fill my wife with yet another load of his hot seed. I could hear my wife again saying she could feel it spurting inside her belly and it felt hot. Honey's lover seemed to lie on top of her for several minutes until I could just see him lift up off my wife. I could hear my wife's voice again. She was saying, "Darling, don't leave me now. I want you right here next to me." With that note, I could see him lay back down just behind my wife. I could really see her now as she scooted her rear end back toward Mr. Howard.
I could see his big hand on her hip as they lay still for a few moments. Then I could hear his voice again as he told her he was getting hard again and wanted her to slide back and put it inside her. Honey was lying on her side as she wiggled back against her black lover. I heard Honey give out a grunt, and I knew he must be inside my wife again at this very moment.
I could hear his deep voice again telling her how beautiful she was and how much he was enjoying making love to her. My wife responded back, telling him she loved every minute of it and couldn't believe he was able to screw all night like he has and keep getting hard again.
They must have made love while I was sleeping, and they are still going at it. Then I could hear my wife's voice again, telling her lover that she wanted to fall asleep with him inside her. My wife wasn't even going to get up and wash herself out from all the seed that was still floating around deep inside her. Now her pussy was being plugged by his stiff pole again.
I waited for a few minutes but didn't hear too much and figured they fell asleep or at least took a break, so I decided to go back to the master bedroom and get some sleep. As I lay on the bed, I wondered what would happen in the morning. I was too tired to go to work tomorrow and figured I would call off work.
I woke up around seven, and the first thought that came to mind was that they might be at it again. I hurried out in the great room with the same clothes I had on the night before, and there stood Mr. Howard by the sofa adjusting his suit jacket. He told me good morning and apologized for bothering me last night. He said he would have brought his own, but things were unexpected and laughed about it. He then told me my sister was still taking her shower.
Mr. Howard asked me to come closer because he wanted to tell me something. His big frame dwarfed me, and I could imagine this man on top of my wife last night. He said to me that my sister was a wonderful little lady and he felt he was falling in love with her. He had said they went out to lunch many times on business, and it always turned out to be walks in the park afterwards or just sitting by the river and talking about different things.
This hit me as a big surprise because I'd thought this was just a business deal waiting to be settled. Then he hit me with another one that made my heart stop for a moment. He said he didn't think the condoms held up very well and maybe in nine months, I was going to be an uncle to a little niece or nephew. He then told me he just couldn't help himself and that he was caught up in the moment as much as Honey was and hoped that I wouldn't feel Honey was a bad sister to me. He also said she wanted it more than he did last night.
Before he left, Mr. Howard also told me that if Honey does get pregnant after last night, he planned on asking her to marry him and he would be a good father to the baby. When he walked out the door, I went over to the sofa and sat down. I would have to talk to Honey as soon as she got out of the shower.
Moments later, Honey walked in, giving me a kiss on the cheek and said to me that she had to rush because she didn't want to be late for work. I said what about last night, and Honey told me she got the contract and not to worry about a thing. I told her I had questions to ask her, and she said she had to go and would explain everything to me when she got home. Just as she got to the door, she turned back to me and said she might be about two hours late tonight, so I should fix dinner and eat without her tonight.
When Honey was out the door, I went into the bedroom they were having sex in last night. The bed was still a mess, and the whole center was soaked. This guy must have shot buckets of seed inside my wife last night. I leaned down and smelled the sheets, and sure enough, it was the strong smell of seed that had been deposited in my wife last night.
I walked back out of the room and noticed a small wrinkled paper on the floor. I picked it up, and it read, "Honey, I love you, and will see you later this evening." It was signed "Ray." | 4 |
115,724 | Wanna Cyber? | Hi, my name is Eric, and I'm 24. Here's the story of when I met a girl and had the best sex I've ever had (and the only up to now).
I was a computer programmer who, in my spare time, fixed computers for friends. I never really got much action, except a thank you from the girls whose computers I fixed.
To be honest, I'm a normal-looking guy. I'm neither handsome nor ugly, but it was my confidence that stopped me from getting what I wanted. Even my boss noticed this and made me do his work, which was presented to the boss of my boss.
It was Friday night, and yet again, I was lonely for the hours of darkness until my best and only friend, Frank, had decided we were going out on the pull. We were to wear a buttoned shirt, which we wore to work, but this time we had to remove the pens from the breast pocket.
Let me tell you a bit about Frank. He's not a good programmer or good at computers for that matter. He's essentially the contradictory version of me, and he's bedded more women than programs I've made, and that's a lot.
So we went to the club in town called "The Costa." It was relatively new, and we had to avoid the last club we went to due to an excruciating scene. I was about to pull this girl until her ex-boyfriend came along and smacked me in the gob, and hence, being barred. It would have been a longer story, but it's too painful to remember.
We entered, and the strobe lights were everywhere. In the corner, a man was having a seizure due to the flashing lights. There was music throbbing through the walls, and there was a huge congregation of people. This club was hardcore indeed, and I had the choice of many wenches.
Frank and I decided to split up and see how many people we could pull in an hour. We were to meet up at the bar.
I wandered about, looking for people that would share the same interests as me and hopefully get in their pants.
The first girl that came up to me seemed attracted to me and asked what I did. I kind of stuttered and reached into my pocket to receive a Polaroid.
"Here's a picture of my servers," I said. Needless to say, she just laughed and walked away.
A second girl came up to me and started to talk to me. I simply responded with "HAI IMMA MASTUR OV L33T SP34K, WUT KHAN J00 DO" out of pure fear of the opposite sex. She backed away slowly and ran like the wind.
Then there was a final girl that I had approached myself (thank god). I tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around, and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had stunning blue eyes and glimmering dark brown hair.
"Can I help you?" she uttered. I had stammered a little and said one thing that could have ruined my chances with her forever.
"Wanna Cyber?" I said, and then I braced myself for an embarrassment of a lifetime, even worse than the first girl. She did something unbelievable and grabbed my hand.
"Let's go," she whispered as she led me out the club and into the nearest taxi. We were making out like a couple of teenagers on the ride home. We went back to my house, and we were kissing all the way to the bedroom.
She was on her knees unlatching my pants; she was successful in doing so, and I was naked waist down. She grasped my hard drive and began to lick the tip of my disc. After a while, she took the whole thing in her mouth, as it was only a 20GB capacity.
She began to strip off her casing to reveal her motherboard. I could see her AGP slot and her RAM, and it was to die for. My flaccid CD Drive's tray whirled out.
She straddled me, and I thrust my Ethernet cable into her modem. The RJ45 was already in her, but I had to get the rest of the cable in. She was in ecstasy; I could see it in her dual screen monitors. Since it was my first time, I was going a little fast, faster than 3.2 GHz, in fact.
She was about to have a memory overload, and I could tell as there was a loud noise coming out her speakers. I clutched her by the mouse, as she was about to stand by. I knew how to push her buttons; I was about to execute, and in caps lock, I shouted.
I looked over at the web cam and wondered if we could have print screened it, but alas, it was too late, and the girl had shut down from so much pleasure. After a while, I tried to ctrl + alt + del her; she had awoken.
Her OS never crashed during intercourse; I had to upgrade my OS after this.
As we lay in bed, she had said one thing that I'll always remember:
"Who says there aren't girls on the internet?" | 3 |
116,181 | Dating Service Dilemma | Hello, my name is Jessica and I would consider myself to be a successful woman. I am the vice president of an accounting firm, have my very own house, and just bought a new Jaguar. All in all, I'd say I was doing all right for myself. However, the one thing that I am lacking is a man. I am a very independent woman and a slight feminist, but most women have that need to be held by a loving husband.
However, my lack of a man is not because I'm not good-looking. At 28, I'm no model, but I still have all my charms, from curvy hips to long legs to my C-cup breasts, and what all my friends tell me is an attractive face. And it's not to say that I haven't tried, but most of the men I've dated either had one problem or the other, and I never quite found the one I really wanted to marry.
It was late on Friday when Sally, a fellow vice president and my very good friend, walked through the door and rushed up to my desk.
"Hey Jess, you've got to try this."
She came around and started typing a web link on my computer.
"I was walking down the hall this afternoon and saw some of the secretaries huddled around one of the computers. When I asked them what was going on, they showed me this."
On the screen was apparently a dating website.
"When I asked the girls about it, they told me it works really well. Several of them have already been dating men from this site, and they all seemed very excited about it."
I took a closer look at the screen. It appeared to be a legitimate online dating service, with links for men or women.
Sally looked over at me with a wink.
"Come on, Jess, let's give it a try."
I looked at her and gave her a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, don't be silly, these things never work."
"How would you know, have you ever tried it?"
"No."
"See, and it couldn't be any worse than whatever you've been trying so far."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, but it's true. Now come on, let's give it a go."
I sighed and gave in. "Okay, okay, but only if you do one too."
"But I already have a boyfriend."
"Then I guess I won't be doing it."
"Okay, I'll just do it for fun."
Sally took the mouse and clicked on "Find a Man for You."
The next page revealed a type of poll. On it was a list of 5 questions with answers that asked for all things I would look for in a man.
The questions were:
1. How successful should he be?
A. Very Successful B. Moderately Successful C. Success not important
2. How Good Looking should he be?
A. Very attractive B. Moderately attractive C. Looks aren't important
3. When at a restaurant, he should?
A. Let me order for myself B. Ask me what I like and order for me C. Order for me without asking
4. How would you prefer an argument to end?
A. A compromise B. I win C. Always he'd win
5. In bed, how would you prefer he act?
A. Romantic B. Plain C. Rough
Sally encouraged me to take this seriously, so after studying each question, I chose: Very Successful, Moderately Attractive, Let me order for myself, A compromise, and Romantic.
I clicked submit. We waited for about a minute for it to process. I could tell Sally was excited for the results. Soon a list of about 15 men popped up. Apparently, they were the ones that most closely matched my answers.
After looking at all the men, one caught my eye. His name was John. He was a lawyer and a partner for a very large law firm, about 35, and from his picture looked quite attractive.
I pointed him out to Sally, and she clicked on his name, and up popped his profile.
John, 35. Very Successful, charming, good sense of humor, handsome. Is looking for a woman that will be his best friend and lover.
Sally printed his phone number and handed it to me. "There you go, your perfect man. You really should call him. What's the worst that can happen?"
I smiled, then folded the paper and put it in my purse.
"Okay, my turn. Since I already have a boyfriend, I'm doing this just for fun, remember."
We reloaded the poll page, and the list of questions came up again.
"Hmmm, I have an idea. Why don't we choose all the worst traits we could possibly want in a man. I mean, select all the bad answers to each question. I wonder if there are any real guys that pathetic out there."
So with both of us giggling the whole time, she chose: Success not important, Looks aren't important, Order for me without asking, For him to always win arguments, and For him to be Rough in bed.
We giggled as the results loaded onto the page. Then a list popped up, if you could call it that.
There was just one person, and judging from his picture, was a very unkempt, disappointing man. Sally and I both laughed as we read his description.
Billy, 37. Very Demanding. Has trouble keeping jobs. Has a tendency to be very opinionated. Is looking for a special kind of girl that will take care of his needs.
Sally wickedly laughed as she hit the print button. She took the paper and shoved it into my purse. "Here, Jessica, if the other guy doesn't work out, you can always try this winner." And she ran for the door laughing.
Before leaving, she turned. "But seriously, you should give that guy John a call, it couldn't hurt." Then she left.
I laughed to myself at her amusement with this dating game, then went to reach over for my purse to remove the low-life's paper. Just then, a client called. By the time I was done with the phone, I had forgotten all about the date papers.
Later that night, after I arrived home, I dug into my purse to get my keys when I found John's profile. After looking it over for a little bit, I thought to myself: "What the hell, I'll ask him to one date, and if it doesn't go well, then that'll be it."
I picked up the phone and introduced myself to him. After we started talking, I discovered that I was really enjoying the conversation. So when he offered to meet me for dinner on Saturday at this nice restaurant downtown, I agreed.
By Saturday evening, I was getting really excited about the date. I was having a really good feeling about this. I arrived right on time, 7:30, and saw he was already there. I was really impressed with his looks. The picture on the web did not do him justice. He was a real hunk.
He was also a perfect gentleman. He gave me flowers, then held my chair out for me. When the waiter came, he sat back and allowed me to order. Throughout dinner, I got to know him even better. He was well off and very successful, but his work never gave him the time he wanted for dating. Now at 35, he wanted to start a family.
After a wonderful dinner, he paid and then walked me to my car. Here he again acted the perfect gentleman, kissing my hand and suggesting another date. I told him he could call me, and we'd arrange it.
When I got home, I was so excited. I just had a fantastic date with the perfect guy. I called Sally immediately and told her the good news, and she was just as excited.
"I'm so happy for you, Jess. I knew this would be good for you. Was he really that impressive? Wow. I guess you won't be calling the other Mr. Right then, huh?" I could hear her laughing on the other end.
I laughed a little too, then we said our goodbyes and hung up. This reminded me of the other dating profile still folded in my purse. I even forgot his name.
I grabbed my purse and began searching for it and found it buried at the bottom. I looked at the name one last time. Billy Thorpe. A special girl indeed. Laughing to myself, I crumpled up the paper and threw it at the wastebasket. However, it just missed, bounced off the top, and landed behind the basket.
As I fell asleep, all I could think about was how wonderful this new guy in my life was, and dreamt of the possibilities.
During the next two weeks, I had dated John 5 more times. I was completely falling in love with him. He was the perfect guy, always caring about my needs, giving me flowers, treating me with respect. By the sixth date, he invited me to his beautiful house, and we ended up sleeping together. He was so passionate and sensual, it was unbelievable.
It was around this time, on a Tuesday, that I decided to clean my room. When I began cleaning the overflowing wastebasket, I noticed a crumpled paper behind it. Making sure it wasn't anything important, I picked it up and uncrumpled it. It was Billy's profile.
I decided to read the profile again.
Billy, 37. Very Demanding. Has trouble keeping jobs. Has a tendency to be very opinionated.Is looking for a special kind of girl that will take care of his needs.
For a second, I thought how horrible it would have been if I had met Billy on my date, instead of the love of my life. I feel really bad for any girls that managed to be fixed up with him. What must it have been like to have gone on a date with a guy like this?
When I saw his phone number at the bottom of the page, a wicked idea came into my head. With me seemingly being the luckiest girl in the world by finding the perfect guy, I wanted to see what the other end of the spectrum looked like. I wanted to give this loser Billy a call and see just how much of a creep he really is. Not that I'd actually go on a date with this guy, but I'd just like to hear how it could have been.
With that, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. What a naughty girl I am. The phone began to ring, and after about 8 or 9 rings, I figured he didn't even own an answering machine, and was about to hang up when a rough-sounding man answered.
"Ya, what ya want?"
"Um, yes, hello, ah, is Billy there, please?"
"Yeah, hotstuff, this is him."
"Yes, well, I'm calling in response to finding your name in an online dating service."
"Online dating who? Oh, ya, I remember that, my mom put me up to that, said it would be good for me. So you want to date me, eh? What's your name, little girl?"
"Jessica." Damn, I shouldn't have given out my real name, it just slipped.
"So, little Jessica, do you have a hot body on ya?"
"I consider myself attractive, if that's what you mean."
"But do you have a nice, tight ass? I only date girls with nice asses."
"My butt is just fine. Now, isn't there anything else you'd like to know about me other than how good my body looks, like what's in my mind?"
"No, not really. I'm only interested in your body. But I can't see what you look like on the phone, so where do you want to meet?"
"Meet? Well, I don't know, I didn't really..."
"Come on, doll, I have to meet you in person before I'd let you date me. You do want to date me, don't you?"
"Um, well, you see, I was just calling to...."
"Gosh, girl, are you stupid or something? Why don't you just meet me at the Scarlet restaurant tomorrow night at 7, and wear something to show off that hot body of yours." ...Click...
I was in a little bit of a shock. Even though I figured he would be rude, I hadn't expected him to control the conversation this much. The beeping of my phone brought me to the realization that I was still holding the receiver off the hook.
I hung up the phone and started remembering. Did he just tell me to meet him for a date tomorrow? And to ask me to wear revealing clothing, who does he think he is?
I sat on my bed just thinking of his arrogance. I mean, if he treated me this poorly on the phone, just imagine how rude he would be if we met in person.
But he was already expecting me to show up tomorrow. Damn, I wish I hadn't called him. I really didn't want to go, but what if he told the agency that I stood him up? Would they tell John? I couldn't bear to lose him now.
I decided I had to go, just so there wouldn't be any problems. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but I figured that even if it turns out to be a horrible date, at least it will enforce my appreciation for John.
So the next day, I found myself driving to the Scarlet restaurant. I should be crazy for doing this. I could fully expect a horrible evening.
I'm still not sure why I decided to wear what he wanted, revealing clothing. The low-cut blouse did show a little too much cleavage, but I figured I might as well show this creep what he WONT be having after this date.
I arrived at the restaurant at 6:50 and went in. I was actually quite surprised. It looked like a respectable restaurant. I half expected it to be a dump.
He hadn't arrived yet, so I took a seat at a table and just waited...and waited....and waited. By 7:40, he hadn't showed up yet, and I was really getting pissed. By 8:00, I was getting ready to leave when he finally showed up.
He was a disgusting-looking man, unshaved, unbrushed hair, and only about 5'8". When I stood up to vent my anger, he quickly whistled loudly, "Damn, baby, you sure are fine."
I blushed and looked around to notice other people looking at me. Embarrassed, I quickly sat down. He sat in the chair across from me and quickly snapped his fingers at the waiter. As the waiter was coming, he quickly looked over to me, "I'm glad to see you dressed appropriately, I like women who listen, but don't get too comfortable in that dress."
My jaw dropped. Just then, the waiter arrived, and Billy began to order. He was ordering quite an expensive meal for himself. I was about to order when he just continued and ordered for me. "Yes, the girl will have a salad, that'll be all, my good man." Then the waiter left, and I just glared at him.
"Why did you do that? I didn't want a salad."
"Because I'm a guy, and I know what's best for you. Besides, we want that hot-looking bod of yours looking good for me, don't we?"
I just sat there fuming.
"Speaking of keeping in shape, you must work out, do you go to the gym?"
"Well...yes, I do."
"I thought so, but you must make good money to afford going to a gym. What do you do?"
"I am a vice-president of an Accounting Firm," I said proudly, hoping this would show him off.
"Accounting firm? That's surprising, a girl like you doesn't look like she's good with numbers. You must have slept your way to the top."
"How dare you suggest...."
"Look, I understand, a girl has to do what it takes to support herself. I don't mind, as long as you make enough."
"Well, what do you do?"
"Right now, nothing, and proud of it. Work is too time-consuming for me. I consider myself to be a Male Lion. All he has to do is have sex with many females, and they bring him all the food. It's only natural, you agree?"
I was about to disagree when the food arrived. He immediately began to chow down on his food as I did my best to stay interested in my salad. He ate like a pig, and by the time he was finished, his face and hands were a mess.
The conversation over dinner was almost nonexistent, and I was bored as hell.
When the waiter approached with the check, I was relieved the night would finally be over. As the waiter handed the check to Billy, he casually pointed towards me and uttered "Male Lion" with a smirk. I grabbed the check, fuming, and quickly paid for the dinner he mostly ate.
As we started to walk out, he casually put his arm around me and planted his hand right on my butt, the bastard. I tried to push him away, but he held firm as we walked, and since I really didn't want to make a scene, just left it there as we walked out.
Once outside, he insisted he walk me to my car. Once there, he whistled loudly again and squeezed my ass as he said, "Damn, sweet cheeks, a jaguar! You must really be making a lot, I just might let you date me more often."
By now, I was irate as I pushed him away, got into my car, and drove off, to my home and to the boyfriend I loved.
What a horrible date, and an even more horrible man. I was now more than ever feeling pleased to have my John. John had more class and charm in one finger than Billy in his whole body.
I continued to date John over the next few weeks, and I even started staying at his place. Things were going great. There was only one problem, however. Sometimes John would be just too busy. On one particular weekend, John was away on business, and on Saturday night, I had nothing to do.
Then the phone rang!
"Hello?"
"<burp> Hello there, hot stuff."
Oh, it's you, what do you want?
"Well, I know that you are a shy girl and all, but with an ass like yours, I had to give you another date. I want you to meet me tonight."
I...um...already have plans," I lied.
"Well, cancel them."
"But I don't feel like having dinner with you."
"Fuck dinner, I need a different type of entertainment tonight. Meet me at Foxy's at 7:30, and wear something to show off those fine legs." Click.
Damn, he did it again. I don't know how he manages to do it, but now I was expected to meet him at 7:30. With great reluctance, I arrived at Foxy's in a tight spandex top and a mini-skirt that came to mid-thigh. Why did I keep listening to his demands?
I should be ashamed of myself for going. For one, I was a grown woman and should have been strong enough to stand up to this loser. And two, I was dating behind my boyfriend's back, even though I wouldn't call it cheating, I still felt bad.
When I walked up to the front, Billy was already there waiting.
"It's about time, we're missing all the good shows."
The moment we walked in, I felt every male eye leering at me, and I felt very uneasy. I actually welcomed Billy's possessive hand on my ass as a sign to these men that I was already taken.
We took our seats near the stage, and he ordered drinks. Suddenly, a girl with huge breasts burst through the curtain and started dancing very seductively.
With great shock and disgust, I finally realized that this wasn't a dance club, but a strip club. I should have walked right out, but the firm hand on my knee kept me seated.
I looked up at the white girl with big breasts and watched her strut her stuff to some sort of teacher act. How perverted.
As the act continued, Billy slowly moved his hand higher and higher up my thigh. I tried to squirm and push him away, but he was very insistent. After about 10 minutes, he managed to have the tips of his fingers against my inner panties.
I was mortified when his fingers began to slowly stroke my sex over my panties and found myself breathing heavier.
By now, the woman on stage was completely nude, her large breasts swaying with the music.We locked eyes and I could tell she saw what Billy was doing to me. Involuntarily, I spread my legs, and she winked at me as Billy slipped past my panties and pushed a dirty finger inside.
Just then, the music stopped, and the woman on the stage left. Billy pulled his finger out and licked it clean.
"Mmmmm, very sweet."
I blushed. I was now pretty horny from the stimulation, and worse, I may have been drinking too much.
"I think we've seen enough of this, time to get you home, baby."
I nodded my head and followed him out to my car. Billy insisted I was too drunk to drive and took the keys to my Jag, and drove to my house. I knew that I shouldn't be letting him know where I live, but I couldn't think clearly.
"Wow, you actually live here? I found a rich bitch this time."
He followed me up to my door. I opened it, then turned to tell him goodnight when he quickly pushed past me.
"Yep, looks just as good inside as out."
"Billy, please, I'm really tired and don't feel too good. Please leave."
He walked right up to me and started kissing me. I just froze for a moment, unsure what to do. When he inserted his tongue into my mouth, I started to protest and push him away.
He responded by grabbing both my breasts and roughly squeezing them through my top. I gave a low moan, both from the pain and the sudden intimacy of it.
This was really getting out of hand; I didn't want it to lead to this. I forcefully pushed him away. "Please stop, I didn't want this, please..."
"Shut up, you whore, of course you want this. Why else would you sign up for a dating service and dress like a slut on our first two dates? You knew what my profile said. I demand strict obedience from my women. And that's why you're here."
He pushed me down by the shoulders to my knees and started to undo his buckle and pull down his jeans. I was mortified as I knew what was soon to come.
After mere moments, I was now staring at the smallest penis I had ever seen. It must have been 5 inches at the most, and the stench was horrible. John, by comparison, was a full 9 inches.
Yet I just kept staring at it. There was just something so inferior about it. So...so...
"Get to work, slut."
Beyond any comprehension, I started to move my head forward. I parted my lips and allowed the tiny, smelly organ into my mouth. Grabbing my head, he began sliding in and out, fucking my mouth.
I gave an involuntary moan as I began sucking and licking his cock.
He reached down and lowered my top, letting my breasts pop out. I moaned even louder as he pinched and pulled my nipples. I found myself sucking harder, faster as he painfully stimulated my breasts.
In relatively very short time, he erupted in my mouth, or more actually squirted. As I felt the liquid flow into my mouth, he insisted that I swallow. I did.
Letting go of my head, I fell to my hands and knees. Billy pulled up his jeans, slapped me on the ass, and walked out.
I just laid there crying for 20 minutes. How could I have just done that? Oh, how could I have betrayed my dear John like this? I had just sucked another man's penis.
I got up and quickly rushed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth 3 times. I even took a shower to try to get the disgust off my body.
That very next day, John came back to town, and we made long, tender, passionate love all through the night. And it continued over the next two weeks. Almost every night, we had sex, and I treated him like a king. I finally could appreciate the warm, caring man I had and was eager to show him how much I cared.
But there was something missing. Even though he was enjoying the renewed attention, John was the kind of guy who only did the straight sex, none of the playing around. He was kind and gentle, but I sometimes wished he would be more in command during sex, a little more rough.
My mind began to slowly drift to Billy. The way he held my head in his hands, the way he commanded me to suck his undersized, smelly cock. Soon, I found myself masturbating to these thoughts.
I loved John so very much, but I just needed to get this feeling out of my system. Without thinking one day, I dialed Billy's number.
That night, as John was at home watching TV, I arrived at Billy's house. My Jaguar looked out of place in this crappy neighborhood. I walked up to the door and knocked. After a moment, Billy appeared with a big bright grin.
"Couldn't keep your mind off me, eh?"
I didn't respond, just held my eyes low as I walked in. The house was a mess. Trash everywhere and smelled like a dump yard. The roaches ran every which way.
I felt him grab me from behind and push me forward over the couch. I was now bent over the back of the couch, with my ass up high. Billy pulled my mini skirt up over my hips and slowly ran his crude hand up my legs and under the waistband of my panties.
I shivered as he lowered them from my hips, past my knees, down to my ankles and waited for me to raise my high heels so he could remove them.
He brought my panties to his nose and inhaled... "Hmmmm, I can see my little whore is ready for her man."
I moaned as he roughly squeezed the orbs of my ass, kneading them, stroking them.
Suddenly...SLAP!
I shrieked as the noise reverberated around the room. He raised his hand again and brought it down hard. I held still as he brought down slap after slap.
"You fucking slut..Slap...coming in here with a soaked pussy...Slap...looking for my big cock like a bitch in heat..Slap..."
I raised my hips higher as he continued to abuse my ass. Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed my hips, and plunged his cock into my pussy. I could hardly feel a thing as his small cock plunged into my horny cunt.
It was so frustrating. I so desperately wanted to cum but could barely feel any sensation. I began to fuck back in earnest, slightly improving the contact. I couldn't help but think how ironic this was. Only a few weeks ago, I thought of this man as the most horrible, disgusting, sexist pig on the face of the planet, yet here I was, desperately trying to fuck his 5-inch cock as John sat home alone watching TV.
Then I imagined John seeing me getting fucked like this, seeing me bucking like a whore against another man's cock, and my body was overrun by a fierce orgasm. My cunt muscles contracted around Billy's tiny organ, and he squirted his liquid into me. He collapsed on the floor, leaving me bent over the sofa with my ass still high in the air, and watery cum seeping out my cunt.
The rest of the night, he used my body as he wished. My breasts, pussy, ass, and mouth were at his disposal, and I loved every minute of it. I could never get enough. I couldn't believe how much of a slut I was turning out to be for him. His small cock kept me frustrated all through the night and made me desperate for more.
By morning, I was as filthy as his house.
As he sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, I was between his legs sucking his cock. He didn't even pay any attention to me. I wasn't even a human being to him, just an object like the newspaper, something to be used. I was willingly degrading myself to no end.
Finally, I noticed the clock; I was late for work. I quickly cleaned up as best I could and made to leave. Billy didn't even come to say goodbye to me. He just sat on the sofa and watched TV. I shrugged it off and went to my car.
All through work, I kept thinking about what I had done. I allowed this weasel to have his way with me. Last night, I had a warm, caring, loving man waiting for me at home, and instead, I went to be used by a man with a small cock. What was wrong with me? This would definitely be the last time I do something like this. I better have gotten it out of my system.
But I hadn't. Over the next few days, every time I would make love to John, all I could do was think of Billy. I tried to get John to be a little kinkier, to satisfy my needs. I tried to get him to spank me, fuck my cleavage, even screw my ass. But he would have none of it. He didn't even like me giving him head.
After 8 days, I found myself again driving to Billy's house. I knew how stupid this was. I was risking everything with John, but I couldn't help it. I needed to be treated like...like...a slut.
I arrived to find Billy watching a football game. He hardly even paid me any attention as I walked in. When I tried to say hello, he grunted and told me to get him a can of beer. When I returned, he grabbed it from me and took a long sip. Looking around, he couldn't seem to find a place to set his bear down. He looked over to me and got an idea.
"Hey, sweet checks, I need a cup holder, get undressed and sit on the sofa next to me."
I hesitated for a moment, but his commanding tone was already getting me wet. I took off all my clothes and sat next to him.
"Good girl, now lay on your back and lift your legs over your shoulders."
Confused, I did as he said. Now I was bent in two, with my pussy wide and exposed. Then, to my utter humiliation, he brought the can down to my gaping pussy...and pushed it in.
A chill ran up my spine as the ice-cold beer rested in my warm vagina. I looked down and saw the can protruding from my cunt. I wanted to cry. I was now nothing more than a cup holder to this man. A true object. What was I doing here? This man cared nothing for me. Poor John gives me all his love, and this man uses my pussy as a beer holder. Am I crazy?
I looked up at Billy and saw he had already gone back to watching the game. I should stand up and leave this instant. But I just laid there. After a few minutes, he reached back down and removed the can from my hole, took a sip, and pushed it back in.
After about an hour and a half, he finally finished the beer and removed it from my numb pussy.Then he told me to get on my hands and knees before him. I did as he asked, hoping that I could finally get to the fucking, but he simply lifted his legs and rested them on my back. Now I was his stool.
Was there any depth to my depravity?
Finally, the game ended. Maybe now I could get some relief. But he demanded I leave, saying that he was meeting up with friends for bowling and to get lost.
As I drove home, I wondered to myself, "what was the point?" Why did I even go there if I wasn't going to get laid? All I was good for to him was a beer holder and stool.
John was waiting for me when I got home. He was in a very horny mood and started kissing me as I walked through the door, but I just wasn't in the mood.
Over the next few weeks, things didn't get any better. I still went to see Billy, despite the new levels of humiliation I found myself going through. Besides all the hard fucking he gave my holes, and new uses for my pussy, he even started sharing me with his friends. It was horrible, but I couldn't get enough. I kept coming back for more.
We hardly even talked when I was with Billy. It was more like he commanded, and I'd obey. If he said open my legs, I'd open my legs. If he said suck my friend's cock, I sucked his friend's cock. If he said get me a beer, I got him a beer.
Then one day it happened. John had taken me to this really expensive restaurant, then to the opera, and finally home. As we entered the house, he lowered to one knee, took out a small jewel case, and popped the question "Will you marry me?"
I looked at the largest diamond ring I had ever seen. A great big smile came to my face. Here was a man I truly loved and who truly loved me. A man who was very successful, wealthy, and handsome. And now he was asking me to marry him.
He looked into my eyes, and I into his. Then I leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
"John, I'm sorry, but no!" And I walked out the door.
Later that night, Billy arrived at his run-down, roach-infested shack with his buddies from a bowling game. As he and his friends came in, they found the football game showing on TV, and a 28-year-old vice-president lying naked on the sofa, with an ice-cold beer sticking from her cunt, and a smile on her face.
She had already found her man!
The End! | 3 |
116,299 | A Wedding and a Lead | He sneaks into the church with all the other guests—it is a large wedding, the parish church struggling to contain everyone—and nobody notices him.
That is a certain advantage with large groups, near anonymity—nobody gives him a second glance. But it has the potential of making it more difficult to find the bride. There is still an hour to go before the official start of the ceremony, so he is not worried. Not yet.
He will have to venture in the back of the church. Not a problem. He heads in that direction and begs an elderly lady who shoots him an initially distrusting glance for directions to the nearest restroom. She finally takes pity on him and walks him down a small recessed hallway.
It is a single-person restroom, which is what he hoped for. He locks the door, then buttons his shirt all the way up after sliding on a clerical collar. A quick turn of the comb, and he feels confident he can pass off as a minister. A distinct advantage of religion—a singular respect for authority figures. He grins to himself in the mirror—if he cannot pass off as a clergyman, he has little business with godhood, does he not?
Back outside, he takes a second to orient himself. The actual minister is the only person he really needs to avoid. He has to find the bride. He walks slowly, paying attention to noises and opening and glancing at the room beyond every door he encounters. He crosses paths with a few people, but they do not say anything beyond a respectful "Good afternoon." He merely keeps his face gentle and neutral.
Beyond one door towards the end of the hallway, he sees a mirror and clothes piled in a corner, and he sighs softly when he sees a bridal veil hooked on a chair by the wall. But where is the girl? He enters and closes the door behind him, trying to remain quiet. Then he hears a faint noise, and freezes.
A whisper. "Ssshh... Stop it—I heard something."
"It's all in your head." That one is a man's voice, louder.
"No, I'm telling you. I heard something." Still whispered, but louder. A woman's voice.
With an eerie sense of calm he does not really feel, he notes the deep curtain used to block out the large bay window and hurries to hide behind it.
And just in time, too.
"Fine," he hears. "Hold on. I'll check. Look—" the voice is louder now, coming from the direction where he has seen a door that he assumed was a closet. "There's no one here."
"Still," the woman's voice this time, giggly and nervous at the same time. "You shouldn't be here."
"Ah, come on," the man says, amusement in his voice. "It's not that thing about seeing the bride before the wedding, is it? That's just a bunch of hooey, honey."
"I don't know..."
"It is... now kiss me. You look so hot in that dress..."
He picks up sounds of kissing coming from the other side of the curtain, followed by sounds of rustling.
"Lucas, what are you doing? Behave yourself!" the girl says, with another nervous giggle.
"Come on, Chris. I'm getting desperate here! You want me to explode right there during the ceremony? Or even just have a plain old big boner the whole time, sticking out of my pants?"
The girl—Chris—laughs, and there is more rustling.
"How about a little head, Chris? A quick one, just to take the edge off. I can eat you out, too, if you want. It'd be hot with that dress up around your waist..."
"Lucas! I told you, no! I love you, I'm going to marry you, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, but I'm not taking your.... I'm not taking you into my mouth. It's gross! You pee from there, for Pete's sake!"
"Well, I eat you out!"
"And that's your choice. I'm certainly not asking you to do that. But you enjoy it, and I sometimes think you do it more for you than for me."
"Hey, that's not fair!"
Chris snorts, but her tone grows softer. "Fine. Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. But it's true. Look, you enjoy giving oral sex; I don't. So don't ask me to do it, please?"
"But it's our wedding day. A little treat, you know? Something special..."
"Hey! Don't make me out to be a prude, okay? Who was it that let you fuck her in the laundry room at his brother's place last week, while his family was in the other room? So there's one thing that's off the sex plate. Deal." Her tone of voice is starting to rise. "Now just drop it."
Lucas sighs exaggeratedly. "Okay, okay. But that's just because you're staring at me with those big innocent blue eyes that you know full well I can't resist."
Chris laughs, still sounding a little edgy. "Good. Now kiss me some more, you big log. And come in the other room—you're right, I should help you take care of that little... problem you got in your pants. Not that you deserve it, but I think a quick hand job would do the trick, don't you?"
Her voice fades somewhat as she guides her fiancé through the door once more. "I'll let you come on my thighs, if you want. And I won't clean up. So you'll know your cum is dripping down my legs all through the wedding...."
Lucas's moan drifts away as the couple leaves the main room.
He remains behind his curtain for a moment, wondering what to do next. He has no intention of wasting this opportunity. It is time for some Godly acting.
He steps out from behind the curtain after a quick peek to ensure the room is clear. What he thought was a closet door is almost closed. Soft moans and sounds of flesh rubbing on flesh can be heard. He makes his decision quickly. He goes to the main door, opens it without attempting to cover the noise, and steps loudly on the floor a few times, grunting out.
Immediately, a startled cry comes out of the adjoining room, sounds of mad shuffling, and whispers. He grunts again. "Who's there?"
A few seconds later, the groom emerges from the adjoining room, red-faced, adjusting his jacket. "Oh... Reverend... I'm sorry... I didn't think..."
"Who are you?"
"I'm... I'm with the wedding party... I'm..."
"You should not be here. This area is restricted."
"Of course... I... huh... we..."
"Leave, now."
Lucas, the groom, looks back towards the adjoining room, and after a moment's hesitation, leaves in a hurry.
The door to the adjoining room is mostly closed, and there is no sound coming from it. He looks at it, smiling to himself. He closes the main door behind him and locks it.
He waits a few seconds, then calls out to the bride. "Miss? I know you're in there."
After a long pause, there is some shuffling, and a head peeks out of the slowly opening door, face red with embarrassment. "Huh... Reverend?"
He pinches his face into a frown, trying to look as disapproving as he can. "Come here, Miss."
The bride, Christina, emerges from the room, looking crestfallen. The redness on her face goes all the way down her generous cleavage. Her dress is tight, hugging her body close, revealing round curves and long limbs. It goes down mid-thigh straight, remaining tight the whole way down, the material wrinkled and bunched together horizontally in fine lines. Her legs, wrapped in white nylon, are simply perfect.
He must have stared for a moment too long, and certainly in a way unbecoming of a minister, because Christina is frowning by the time his eyes have made their way back to her face. Her voice is uncertain. "Reverend...?"
There is no time to waste. He takes the two steps separating him from the bride and, although she reflexively moves back, he presses his fingers into the soft flesh of her naked shoulders.
The familiar sensation runs up his arm, and his fingers tingle on her skin. Christina's face grows blank.
He sighs with relief and lets his fingers run down her shoulder to her sternum before dipping down the valley of her breasts, teasing the gentle slope of flesh encased in her dress's corset. His cock, already hard, twitches in expectant excitement.
She is more beautiful even than on the pictures he has seen—porcelain skin, round piercing blue eyes, large breasts, long legs. She is a model, Lizzie told him. And now, she is his, ready to be a Vessel for her Lord.
"Christina," he says, raising his palm to her face. She is looking at him expectantly, the tip of her tongue teasing her upper lip. Her breathing is deep, which does wonderful things to her breasts. "I am your Lord, your Savior. I am the Light that illuminates your life and reveals the Truth. You are my Servant. You are my Vessel."
Christina's face flushes red again, this time with arousal, and she lifts a hand up to her chest, as if to hold it in. It rests on the cleft between her breasts where his hand was a moment earlier. Bright red fingernails tipping dainty fingers tease him with the promise of playful scratches.
"I am yours, my Lord. I am your Vessel. Do with me as you please." Her voice is filled with unmistakable lust.
His cock throbs.
His hand on her face trails down to her mouth, and he runs his index finger over her ruby red lips. Her breath catches.
His eyes looking deep into hers, he slides his thumb between her lips, and she gently slurps the invading digit inside, wrapping her tongue teasingly around it, scratching against the nail.He thrusts his thumb deeper, and without prompting, Christina starts to suck on it, softly at first, then more vigorously. Her eyes never leave his.
He is starting to see why Lucas was so keen on getting head from this pair of lips--she looks like she was created to do exactly what she is doing now, sucking on something thrust in her mouth.
He sighs. He is under a time constraint, and indeed, the groom must still be around and is bound to come and investigate what has happened to his dearly beloved if she does not emerge from the room, but good sense takes second stage to sheer lust. The feeling of Christina's mouth suckling on his thumb makes his cock twitch in synchrony, and he wants to feel her mouth on his shaft. She has probably never sucked on a man before, but here she is, about to have her mouth invaded for the first time by a God.
"Christina," he says, pulling his thumb out of her mouth and moving to unfasten his pants, "prepare me, for I shall penetrate you and shower you with the gift of Life Eternal."
"Prepare you, my Lord?" Her look is half innocence, half wickedness.
His cock springs free, hard and angry and demanding attention.
"Have you ever pleasured a man with your mouth, Christina? Held a hard shaft between your lips and let it slip into your mouth and possess you?"
"N...no..." Even through the haze of his control, he can see she is hesitant, her strong natural reluctance fighting off against the signals of lust and desire that must have been radiating from her sex.
He smiles, and lifts two fingers to her mouth, and slowly pushes them in the wet orifice, thrusting them in deep before pulling them out and sawing back and forth in a simulacrum of fellatio. Christina moans and sucks.
"You will prepare me with your mouth, Christina--prepare your Lord's spear so that it can penetrate your sacred slit and consecrate you. Get down on your knees, and worship your Lord like a penitent, like a suppliant, like a wench seeking forgiveness for her sins. Take me in your mouth, Christina, and revere your Lord!"
He gently presses on her head, and she haltingly slides down his body to kneel at his feet, her face only inches from the tip of his hard cock. She looks at it with fascination and apprehension, her mouth open, breathing hard.
He runs his hand through her hair and gently pulls her towards her reward. "Go on," he says, "take it in..."
The tip of his cock makes contact with her lips, and she closes her eyes and shivers. He pushes in, taking his time, enjoying the sensations of her lips closing around his flesh, of her tongue dancing on the surface of his glans, of her cheeks as she sucks in hard.
She gags slightly when he touches the back of her mouth, and he relents. She lets him slide out, and then takes him back in, this time helped by a hand on her head. After a few iterations, he lets her go, and she bobs gently on his cock, sucking him on her own, taking him as deep as she can before releasing him at the edge of discomfort.
For someone that has never sucked a man, she is a natural, her mouth playing his shaft like a well-trained flutist her instrument. Her eyes remain closed as she bobs back and forth, slowly, soft sucking sounds filling the air.
"Christina," he says, "look at your Lord."
She does, looking up at him as she keeps sucking, her big blue eyes full of desire and adoration.
He caresses her cheek. "You truly are beautiful."
Christina blushes, and sucks harder, the slurping sounds from her mouth music to his ears. She is not the best fellatrix he has ever sampled, but she has enthusiasm, and her beauty makes it all the more rewarding. For what man does not secretly crave for a model to lavishly worship his shaft? What God?
"Christina," he adds, after a particularly deep thrust from the blonde makes him shiver, "I will grant you a Boon. From now on, whenever you have a hard shaft in your mouth, you will get aroused--you will get wet--wetter than your deepest, dirtiest unmentionable fantasies have ever made you. Every thrust of a shaft in your mouth will ratchet up your arousal, bit by bit, until you crave for sweet orgasmic release."
As soon as he finishes, Christina moans, and her efforts on his cock redouble in ardor, as if she is possessed by an increased hunger--she takes him deeper, repeatedly, and the act sends delightful sensations up his spine every time she forces his cock to bump the back of her throat. She cannot take him all, but he does not mind, not this time. What she is doing is wonderful enough.
He nods approvingly when he sees that while bobbing up and down on his cock, she has lifted her dress up her thighs and has sneaked a hand underneath it, undoubtedly to finger herself. He almost tells her to stop and take off her dress so he can witness the spectacle of her dainty hand thrusting a few fingers up her hungry twat as she sucks him off, but the feelings on his cock are simply too good to be interrupted.
For the first time since he started his Ministry, he contemplates releasing his seed in a Vessel's mouth before inseminating her, for the sheer pleasure of it. The way she thrusts herself forward, the sounds of suction escaping her lips, the moans emerging from her throat, the press of her cheeks and her tongue and her whole mouth around his cock is incredible, and he does not want any of it to end.
Christina's hand under her dress is more frantic now, and it becomes clear that she is thrusting fingers in and out of her pussy, the soft squelching sounds merging with those from her blow job in a harmony of lewdness.
No--he needs to adhere to the Plan, the Vision, the Prophecies. He cannot afford to stoop to satisfying some primal desires.
"Christina, stop--"
She does not. She does not hear him, or so he tells himself. Because the alternative is that she resisted his Command, a Blasphemy the consequence of which he does not want to consider.
"Christina, stop at this moment!" He does not want to raise his voice. He grabs her hair and pulls her off his cock.
Her head back, her mouth wide open with strings of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his shaft, her eyes crazed and unseeing, she looks like an animal--a beautiful, sexy, utterly desirable animal. She keeps thrusting a hand under her dress, hard, and the whimpers that she cannot control suggest that perhaps his Boon earlier was too much, that perhaps her mind is unable to cope with the pleasure he has forced through her system.
"Please... my Lord... Please! I want... I want... my Lord, I want to taste your cum!" It looks like it is a struggle to resist the urge she feels to dive right back onto his cock, and he cannot help a smile.
"You want your Lord's seed, wench?"
"Fuck yes," she says, her eyes finally focusing on him, her free hand rising up to grasp his hard shaft and stroke it lightly. "I want you to splash it all over my face, all over my mouth--I want to drown in your cum, my Lord!"
"You will get my Seed, then. Lie down, lift up your dress, spread your legs. Offer your holy hole to your Lord, so that He may consecrate you with his Rod."
Christina obeys him, lying down on the ground at his feet, not caring about the dirt floor. She pulls her dress up over her thighs, exposing the top of her stockings--along with the garter--and then her sheer panties, which are almost translucent at the crotch so abundant is her arousal.
He points, while stroking his cock. "Take them off."
She does. She then spreads her legs wide, and caresses a beautiful pussy covered with a fine dew of light hair. She moans, as her fingers busily dance up and down her swollen labia.
He stares, still stroking his cock, admiring the beautiful blonde with her long legs spread, ready to welcome him and please him.
"Please," she moans, lifting her pelvis so that her crotch sways closer to him, "please enter me, my Lord. Enter me, and fuck me..." Her voice trails as she thrusts two fingers into her pussy to heart-warming sloshy sounds.
"My thoughts exactly," he mutters as he stretches himself over her and presses the head of his cock against her pussy. She does not wait for him to push in, preferring to thrust her groin upward and impale herself on his descending shaft.
She groans a loud "Oh fuck!" and comes in his arms, shivering with her pleasure. As he slowly fucks in and out, she clings to him, breathing hard in his ear, her legs wrapped around him, the tip of her high heels digging into his calves, her body pressed against his.
"You fill me up so good, my Lord," she whispers in his ear, as she thrusts back against him.
He lifts himself up on his elbows to look at her. Her skin is gleaming, her eyes are half closed. Her mouth is open, her lips wet, her tongue dancing in one corner. Without thinking, he runs a finger over those red lips.
Christina grunts and grips the tip of his finger between her lips and suckles on it before opening her eyes and while keeping them trained on his, sucks that finger deep into her mouth.
"Mmm," she moans, as she gives his finger a blow job, a little smile on her lips, her big innocent eyes watching him.
He fucks her harder.
She seems to enjoy that. She lets go of his finger, grasps him behind the neck and pulls herself up, her nose against his, breathing through her mouth. "Are you going to stuff that big cock of yours in my mouth, my Lord? Are you going to fuck my mouth? I want to swallow you whole, my Lord--I want to drink you all up..." She mashes her lips against his and kisses him hard, bucking underneath his rutting body.
He is taken aback, and almost explodes right then and there. He pulls back, closes his eyes trying to think of something suitably neutral, and when he is calmer, he finally speaks.
"Christina, I will now baptize you into your new Faith. You will accept my Seed deep into your womb, and carry it to term so that you can bring forth a new generation of worshippers for your Lord. Tell me, do you want my Seed?"
"Oh yes!"Spill in me, my Lord! Feed me your cum, drown me!"
It is not quite what he has in mind, but the enthusiasm behind the thought pleases him to no end, and once more he almost gives in to his desire to pull out and shove his cock into her mouth and continue introducing her to the joys of oral sex.
But he does not. Duty comes first. Duty always comes first. Duty is the code that keeps the Spirit from flying off into space like a helium balloon. He thrusts into Christina harder, cementing his determination. She moans as she feels him inside her, and urges him on.
He smiles to himself. There is no reason why he cannot derive pleasure if Duty is seen to. After all, even Gods need rewards. He raises himself on his hands and looks at the bride, her eyes closed, sweat dripping off her brow, her mouth open and panting. "Is this how you want your mouth fucked? Hard and fast?" He punctuates his question with a few hard thrusts.
Christina's eyes fly open, her lips parting wider, the tiniest bit of drool seeping off the corner of her mouth. She looks crazed. She moans loudly before wrapping her nylon-sheathed legs around his waist and clutching him close.
"Fuck yes," she groans before her tongue sneaks out to lick his lips. "Fuck my mouth hard and deep--fuck my mouth like a cunt, my Lord--shove your cock down my throat over and over and over and--Oh! God! Yes! Like that!"
She clutches him tighter, pulling herself off the ground, her legs wrapped around him. His arms are starting to shake from having to support their combined weight. Christina is panting in his ear, little animal sounds coming from her throat. "Fuck me, my Lord! Fuck me!" she repeats, like a mantra.
He pushes her down and redoubles his efforts, his hips driving his cock deeper and deeper into her welcoming pussy. The wet sounds from their coupling testify to the arousal Christina is subject to. When he runs one of his hands down the side of her face, she swivels her head like a panther and grabs his hand and sucks two of his fingers into her mouth and she swallows them repeatedly, gagging loudly, and the sounds from the mouth compete with those from her pussy.
Her eyes are closed. Her hips do a mad dance. The hand grasping his hand holds it in a death grip, while her other hand is on his butt and urges him deeper inside her.
And then she pushes his fingers down her gullet and elicits a gag that threatens to make her retch on the spot, and she stiffens underneath him, and practically explodes with an orgasm that nearly throws him off.
And the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock in the throes of her passion brings him over the edge, and he lets go--spurting jet after jet of his Seed deep in her womb, while she sucks harder and harder on his fingers as if they are about to provide the same nectar for her to enjoy.
He slumps to the ground next to her, drained. The cool floor is hard against his side, but he does not care.
Christina snuggles up to him, still keeping his hand near her face, gently licking his fingers. Her other hand is softly stroking his cock, which is barely deflated.
When he recovers his breath, he looks at her. He tries to summon enough energy to sound powerful and dominating. "Christina," he says, pushing his voice low.
"Mmm... yes, my Lord?" She licks the palm of his hand, looking for all the world like a cat playing with a mouse.
"You are now a Vessel of your God."
"Mmm... yes, my Lord."
"You and your soon-to-be husband are blessed. He shall be rewarded for offering his bride as a Vessel. Listen to me well, Christina." He raises himself on an elbow.
Christina looks at him, nibbling on one of his fingers.
"From now on, you shall provide your husband-to-be with oral sex whenever he so desires. No matter when he wishes it, or where he wishes it, you shall endeavor to satisfy him to the best of your considerable skills. You will offer to wake him up every morning with a blow job, and you will make it very clear that your mouth is his for the taking. You will, at your convenience, practice your oral skills, seeking to become the most accomplished fellatrix you can be. Your Boon, Christina, will remain your gift. But your oral-driven orgasms when satisfying your husband-to-be with your mouth will be even more pleasurable than any other."
Christina is listening, absorbing, changing upon hearing his words, even as she is sucking on his finger.
"Now show me," he says, lying down on his back. "Show me how you are going to suck your husband's cock--worship your Lord like you would him."
Her grin is wide. "With pleasure, my Lord!"
* * *
(Charleston, West Virginia. Two months ago.)
Elizabeth Bowden strolled through the lobby towards the security guard behind his reception desk.
"Kanawha Insurance," she said with a smile.
The guard nodded without looking up from his bank of security cameras. "Sixth floor. Please sign in."
He only looked when Elizabeth was signing her name, and from the corner of her eyes she saw his double take, and repressed a smile. People--mostly men--had been reacting that way to her as she made her way to Greg's building, which confirmed that she had done well. The security guard at least was trying to remain professional, in contrast to the corner florist who unashamedly gawked at her as if she were a Saturday night stripper whom he had paid good money to ogle.
Not that she was dressed particularly scantily, she reflected with a touch of wonder as she smiled to the guard after picking up the bouquet of flowers she had purchased from the corner florist and heading to the elevator bank. The pale raincoat she wore was perhaps a little bit high on her thighs, and the way she kept it cinched tight at the waist did wonders for her figure. But her shoes were anything special--runners, what anyone with half a sane mind wore to walk around the city. But the white nylons that were visible between the hem of her coat and her shoes caught the eye, and certainly her hair and makeup were flawless, which they had better be because she had spent nearly an hour perfecting them, brushing her long red hair in exactly the way that Greg said he loved, and she knew she looked good. Smashing, in fact.
And she looked good because she felt good. More than good, great! With two months to go before she and Greg would tie the knot, two months before they could move in together without her father getting a stroke, two months before her husband could ravage her and make her a woman. Like a puppy picking up on the excitement of her mistress and happily wagging its tail in anticipation of something good, her pussy tingled in sympathy.
She was alone in the elevator that carried her to the sixth floor, which gave her some time to get ready mentally and rehearse what she wanted to do. She had visited Greg at his office often enough, and sometimes for exactly the reason she was there today--sex--but never in such an elaborate fashion. Never with anything but, say, her own satisfaction in the balance. Today, she was not there for herself, she was there for Greg, and that added a certain pressure, a certain weight, which made her just a touch nervous.
When she thought about it cold, early in the morning upon waking and before leaving the comfort of her bed, she still had trouble coming to terms with what she could only qualify as her good fortune. She was a romantic at heart--had always been--and even as she was growing up, she had had to hide her favorite movies from the boys without whom she used to play and spend most of her time. She had grown up a tomboy with a wild closeted romantic streak. And fifteen years later, she had come full circle and was a wedding planner. While she was clear eyed about the realities of modern marriages--not everyone took it equally seriously, and as long as both parties agreed that this was the case, there was no harm done-- but she held the deep feeling that the institution was special, was worth preserving, that vowing love and support and partnership in front of witnesses and through a ritual had benefits that went beyond economy or companionship. And that's why the push to recognize gay marriages is really a Godsend, she thought, not for the first time, it counters the narrative that permeates everything nowadays.
The elevator dinged for the sixth floor. She grinned to herself thinking about running that argument by her father--he'd have a stroke, albeit a smaller one than if she had moved in with Greg before her wedding. Her father still fumed and exploded when he spoke of young people living together without getting married, and the sheer concept of homosexuality--gay men in particular--was one he hated so much it did not even warrant a rant on his part. Elizabeth wondered the extent to which his time in the army had shaped his views, wondered whether he had witnessed or experienced something that had traumatized him. He rarely spoke of the war. About being in the military, yes, all the time. But the war itself, almost never.
She stepped out of the elevator onto the comparatively busy floor that housed not only the offices of Kanawha Insurance, Greg's employer, but also a small investment bank and a orthopedic practice. Her mother, in the year before her death, the year during which she and Elizabeth had talked endlessly and had grown much closer, had always maintained that her father was a good man, deep down inside, but a wounded one. Wounded beyond any physical damage. Some damage is not visible, she had often repeated.
Elizabeth nodded her head and smiled to a few of Greg's colleagues that she recognized, having met them at several official functions where she had been introduced as his fiancee. She barely noticed the looks they gave her, hungry, lustful, predatory looks, the kind of looks she saw throughout her college years. Her father was still foremost on her mind as she wondered, not for the first time, how he would take her upcoming nuptials.She worried about him--he seemed happy for her, encouraging, even begrudgingly recognizing that Greg was an "upstanding young man" even though he had never served his country.
Giving up his legs for his country in Iraq during the First Gulf War had been tough, but tougher still had been his reintegration into society. In a storyline almost shamelessly copied from the headlines of a Second World War paper, he had fallen in love, not with a nurse, but with the doctor at the rehabilitation center in which he had landed back in the States--and he had been at first surprised, then disbelieving, then reluctantly hopeful upon realizing that his feelings were shared and that his doctor, Elizabeth's mother, shared those feelings despite his damage, despite his nonfunctional lower body, despite his perceived uselessness.
Elizabeth had been three years old at the time. She did not remember her biological father--the man her mother used to call the Bastard. Elizabeth had never met him, had never sought him out. And it did not matter, because Sergeant James Bowden of the 24th Infantry Division filled the role of father as if it was meant for him in the first place.
And he had been wonderful and supportive when her mother--his wife--died eight years later, even though Elizabeth knew full well that that time had been terrible for him, a hell not unlike that of his war years and the loss of his legs. And yet he soldiered on, taking care of her, and she carried in her heart the secret that perhaps, just perhaps, she might have given him a reason to live, a role to play, a home to stoke the fires for. He treated her like she was his own daughter, like she was blood from his blood, grown from his own seed. And for that, for not abandoning her, for giving her a home and giving her his heart, she would forever be thankful.
She shook her head to clear it as she approached the desk of Greg's administrative assistant, which he shared with four other colleagues. The assistant, Meghan, stared at Elizabeth with wide eyes. They had spoken often at functions and parties thrown by Greg's company, and they had gotten along quite well. That the assistant was but a few years younger than Elizabeth helped, and that they came from similar backgrounds helped even more.
"Miss... Miss Bowden," said Meghan. It had become a joke between them, calling her Miss Bowden, although Elizabeth suspected that the young Meghan mostly meant it, as she had always seemed a bit in awe of the redhead. Not that Elizabeth knew why. Shelley's theory, when Elizabeth had mentioned it, after asking if the assistant was pretty--not a beauty, but not unpleasant to look at either, the word "mousy" fitting, too reserved and unwilling to put herself forward--was that the assistant was indeed awed, awed by Elizabeth's togetherness, beauty, and the fact that she had landed her direct boss, for whom the assistant might bear the slightest crush.
"Hi Meghan. Is Greg in?" Somehow, that Meghan might have a crush on Greg, on her man, endeared the young woman even more to Elizabeth--as if they had something more in common. Elizabeth was not generally prone to jealousy, and she did not get any vibes indicating she might need to feel otherwise towards the reserved administrative assistant.
Meghan nodded. She was still staring at Elizabeth as if she were an apparition, her eyes wide. "Yes... yes, he is. Miss Bowden. He's been back from lunch as of half an hour ago. Do you want me to tell him you're here?"
"I was thinking of dropping in to surprise him, to be completely honest. Is he alone?"
Meghan nodded once again, watching Elizabeth put her large handbag on the desk and pulling out from it a pair of white stiletto pumps.
As Elizabeth slipped off her runners, Meghan seemed fascinated by the shoes, and then appeared to realize that she was staring and blushed and without really looking at Elizabeth asked about the wedding. "You must... you must be excited about the big day... Miss Bowden? Two months to go?"
Elizabeth grinned as she slid her feet into her pumps, immediately gaining four inches. She noted that at least one man in the office was staring at her, exactly what Meghan was avoiding at all cost. Elizabeth felt a bit of a blush coming to her cheeks, recognizing the spike of arousal that she remembered so well from her college days when she felt male eyes on her that cemented the power she held over them--one that she never abused, but enjoyed greatly. She had toned it down after graduation, considering it part of growing up. But perhaps Shelley was right about this--as Shelley was wont to be about most things--that it was her true nature to show off, to feed on sexual energy. She wondered, again not for the first time, whether Greg would approve, and how he would react to learning about that aspect of her personality, if he had not already guessed it.
"Nine weeks," she answered, putting her runners in her bag. She decided not to put on her tiara--she had not been sure, but now that the choice had to be made, it did not feel right. "But who's counting, right?"
She flashed a happy smile to Meghan, who responded with a small smile of her own. "You're so lucky," she said, wistfully, looking as though she wanted to add more.
"Oh, I'm not the one who's lucky today." She gave Meghan a weighty wink. "Can you make sure Greg is not disturbed for the next, oh, let's say, forty-five minutes?"
She did not wait for the now brightly blushing Meghan to answer before strolling to Greg's office door, teasingly imparting the slightest exaggerated sway to her hips for the benefit of the anonymous gawker whose eyes she still felt on her back and on her legs. The thrill that perhaps the older man would masturbate thinking of her, imagining what she wore underneath her coat and what she was going to do entering her fiancé's office added to her arousal.
She slipped into Greg's office. Her fiancé was at his desk, reading from a folder, a frown on his face, tapping a cheap plastic pen on the surface of the desk in time with some rhythm only he could hear. It took him a moment to register her presence, and only looked up startled when Elizabeth pulled the deadbolt on the door with a finality that would have been frightening if not for the smile that split her face. She did not say a word as she leaned back against the door, her arms loosely crossed before her, her handbag dropped by her side.
"Lizzie?" He looked surprised, confused, and Elizabeth guessed maybe even a bit apprehensive. Which he should be, she thought.
"Hey baby," she said, trying to make her voice throaty. "Is this a bad time?"
He looked down at his files. "No... no... just... an adjustment that's being contested, and..." He looked up, embarrassed. "But that's not interesting. What are you doing here? I've already had lunch, and..." His voice trailed once he took in how she looked. "Wow..." he said, his voice low.
"I'm not here for lunch. I was out shopping this morning with Shelley, and I needed your opinion on something."
"Okay... Right... Sure... Of course. What... what do you need?"
She smiled, and pushed away from the door, taking two steps to the center of the office. Her hand went to the belt cinching her waist. "Well..." she said, undoing the knot slowly. Greg was still holding his file, but his eyes were on her fingers, mesmerized, unable to look elsewhere. Which was perfectly fine with Elizabeth.
In one smooth movement that she had practiced a few times back home, she pulled her raincoat open and let it cascade down her body to pool at her feet. She kept her eyes on Greg the whole time, and was rewarded by his eyes opening wide and his mouth actually hanging open--just the way she had hoped he would react.
She savored watching his eyes drop down from her face to her chest, taking in the lacy white semi-corset that pressed her breasts upward while mostly baring them but still covering her nipples that were hardening in the cool conditioned air of the office; his eyes dipped down her body to her matching lacy white garter belt framing a diminutive pair of panties, then further down following those garters to the lacy top of her stockings and then down her long legs to her pumps. He brought his eyes back up the way they came, following her curves, and sending shivers up along her spine.
Her smile was radiant. "I just wanted to know whether this is the sort of outfit a groom might find arousing on his wedding night. Shelley thought it covered way too much. I thought it served to exercise the old imagination a little bit, to tantalize, if you will. Opinions?"
Greg opened his mouth a few times, but no sound came out. Elizabeth was pleased. And horny. And she knew how to take care of that last one. She sashayed her way around Greg's desk like a model on a catwalk, making sure that his attention remained focused on her hips and on her legs.
"You know," she said to him once she had made it behind his desk, next to him, "they say actions speak louder than words..." With her foot she pushed Greg's chair away from his desk, and then straddled his lap.
Greg was still staring at her looking vaguely stunned. "Meghan is--"
"Don't worry about her, she's the lookout." Elizabeth felt Greg's growing erection beneath her through his pants, and slowly ground her crotch upon it, eliciting a slight groan from Greg who closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "In fact," she continued, "she's probably getting wet thinking about what we're doing in here, maybe even has a hand down her panties and rubbing that little clit of hers raw."
Before Greg could respond, she was leaning into him and kissing him hard, her hips rocking back and forth and pressing into his cock, trying to massage the itch she felt deep inside.
Once the kiss broke, Greg seemed to have recovered some amount of clarity. His hands lingered on her thighs, just below the lacy tops, his fingers playing with the garters."Well," she said, looking him in the eyes. "If that hard cock under my ass is any judge, can I infer that you like this lingerie set?"
"I do," replied Greg, running his hands down her thighs, and she shivered at the feeling through the sheer nylon.
"I wanted something that would make you want to fuck me--make you want to deflower me in style come our wedding night. Will it work?"
He looked at her, and she could read love and lust and a thousand other things in his eyes, and it made her wet and melancholy at the same time. "Sweetie--I'm half tempted to take you right here, right now..." He reached to kiss her, and she let him, clutching him as the kiss turned more passionate, as his hands went up her back and pulled her into him, and she pushed down on his lap and rubbed her crotch harder against his cock.
"Believe me," she whispered in his ear, "I so want to let you, to lie back with my legs in the air and feel you invading me..." And she did. It took a lot more willpower than she had expected to not throw her promise to her mother away and just fuck her fiancé on the floor of his office.
"Do you like my stockings?" she asked, as she felt Greg's hands back on her legs. "I bet you do--all men like stockings. It's so cliché." She kissed the side of his face. "But I admit that it does feel pretty sexy. I was walking around, and I felt like telling every man that walked past that I was wearing stockings under my coat and watching them want to take a peek at them. Would you like me to wear stockings more often? Maybe after we get married, I can wear stockings for you--or maybe just when we fuck? Or maybe as a signal, you know, when I get horny and I need you in me, I can wear stockings so that it's clear what I want--" She grinned as she felt his cock throb underneath her. "Oh, you like that idea, don't you?"
"Any sane man would," grunted Greg, as he dove into her cleavage, and she giggled as his lips and tongue caressed and tickled the soft skin atop her breasts.
"Hold on," she said, reaching behind her to unclasp the semi-corset, while Greg's hands played with her garter belt. She pulled it off and tossed it across the desk, and shivered as the cold air kissed her nipples. But the sensation was only temporary since Greg wrapped his lips around one of those nipples and sucked, while he grasped her other breast with his hand and started kneading it.
Elizabeth leaned back. "Oh--suck on my titties, baby--just like that." She put her hands on Greg's head and caressed it while he sucked and worshipped her breasts.
"I've been lingerie shopping with Shelley all morning, and it's made me so horny you wouldn't believe. Looking for what would turn you on, make you go crazy, make you want to fuck me hard and long--it just got to me. All the while Shelley commenting, telling me that such and such a bra looked hot on me, that such and such a thong looked wicked on me, that such and such a camisole looked obscene--it just made me gush and made me want to find you and just use you as a sex toy, baby."
Greg's answer, if there was one, was muffled by Elizabeth's breasts. And between her own chatter and the feeling of Greg's mouth and hands playing with her nipples, her arousal climbed and climbed until she could take it no longer and her rocking on his lap threatened to destroy his pants and was more frustrating than anything else.
She stood, and sat back on Greg's desk after pushing aside the folders that he had been perusing when she appeared. "I want to feel your mouth on me, baby. I want you to eat me out and make me come." As Greg looked at her at first with shock and then with a smile forming on his lips, she grinned as well. "And then I'll suck you off and make you explode so hard you're gonna have to take the rest of the day off."
She pulled off her panties--which she had put on over her garters, in expectation for exactly something like that, and had made her feel even more wicked--and spread her legs, exposing her pussy, freshly shaved but for a little shard of reddish hair above her labia.
"You like?" she asked, as Greg whistled softly.
"How does it feel?" he asked back, lightly running his fingers on the smooth skin, sending sparkles of shivers up and down her lower body. Even her toes tingled.
"It feels incredible--your lips--I want to feel your--oh!" Elizabeth threw back her head and pushed her hips forward as she felt Greg's mouth press against her pussy and gently start nibbling on her lips.
It felt good, so very good when he ran his hands over her spread legs as he ran his tongue over her clitoris before diving in to lick her up and suck her off. She put her hands back on his head, as if to reassure herself that he would not stop or move away and leave her unsatisfied.
"Baby," she said, her breath short, her hips involuntarily jerking with the lashes of his delicious tongue. "I want you to think about something as our big day comes. I want you to think about your fantasies. I want you to think about what you would like us to do together, about what you like me to do, what you crave. I want to be everything you ever wished for, everything you ever hoped for. Oh yes! Like that! Suck my clit!"
She groaned. He had picked up the pace, sucking and licking with skill. If he uses his dick the way he uses his mouth, she reflected, not for the first time, I'll be the happiest bride in the world. "I want to know your dirtiest fantasies, and make them come true. Don't worry if they're perverted; I can take it. Maybe you'd like to be tied up and teased? Or maybe you'd like me to be tied up, so you can do whatever sick and twisted thing you want to me?"
She felt the change, the slight stiffening and the renewed vigor with which he worshipped her pussy. She smiled, and spread her legs further to provide him better access. "Is that it? You want to tie me up and do things to me? While I can't do anything to stop you, except maybe beg? Please, sir, please, don't fuck me too hard! Oh! What... what are you doing?! Oh!"
Greg was still licking her pussy, but he had taken advantage of Elizabeth's thrusting of her hips to slide a hand between her ass and the desk and, using the moisture that were flowing freely from her juicing pussy, had slipped a finger between her cheeks and had pressed it past the tight ring of her anus. Before she could say anything else, he had inserted his finger up to the second knuckle, and was gently thrusting it in and out.
It had been so long that she hadn't had someone play with her ass--Greg had never done it before. In conjunction with the action on her pussy, she knew that she would not last very long, and that she would come rather explosively.
"Oh," she moaned, as she grasped his hair in her fist. "You like sticking your finger in my ass? You're so fucking dirty! I guess if I were tied up and unable to move, then you could even stick your fat cock in my ass, and I wouldn't be able to stop you. You could fuck my ass, and I'd have to take it, like a good obedient little wifey... Oh! Fuck!"
Greg was sucking on her clitoris with abandon, after adding a second finger to his anal assault, and Elizabeth had no complaints--her hips were keeping time with Greg's ministrations, and she was feeling a massive orgasm build up like a swelling ocean behind a dike.
"Maybe..." she groaned, feeling her thoughts starting to lose coherence, "maybe you'd like to tie someone else up-- we could play with her together--maybe little Meghan out there, stripped naked and trussed up, sucking on your cock while I fuck her with a big fat strap-on? Or maybe Shelley--cute little blonde Shelley--tied up fast so you can stuff your cock in her tight cunt and fuck her hard while she sucks on my clit--like you're doing now. Oh! Fuck! You're gonna... baby, you're gonna make me come! Don't stop! Fuck! FUCK!"
She barely noticed how hard she was pressing his head against her crotch as she cramped in orgasm when it blasted through her pussy and down to her extremities in a long fiery wave. She was concentrating on not screaming her head off, and her lower body went wild, her spasming sphincter practically trapping Greg's fingers in her ass. Greg's mouth on her clitoris did not let up, and it served to prolong her orgasm beyond its natural conclusion and she shivered and moaned and humped his face until the sensations became too much and she had to push her fiancé away to catch her breath.
Greg stepped back into his chair as she recovered, her legs dangling from the desk, her breasts rising with each shuddering intake of air.
When she rose up from the desk, her legs wobbly, she saw Greg was looking at her with a smile on his face. His pants were down at his feet, and he was slowly stroking his cock.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You think you're so good, don't you?"
He shrugged, and tried to sound aloof. "I don't know. You seemed to come pretty hard right then. I can't help but think I got a little something to do with that. Besides, it's the least you deserve, what with the twisted thoughts you were putting in my head."
She grinned, and eyed his cock. Her grin turned wolfish. "You think those thoughts were twisted? You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." She stepped off the desk, and sank to her knees between his legs. "But we can talk about that later, 'cause right now, I want some of this."
Her hand pushed his hand away, and she picked up the stroking, enjoying the feeling of the warm flesh in her hand, its pleasant softness wrapped around a hard core that she could not wait to feel drilling into her pussy. Only two more months, she thought.
"Maybe I should tell you one of my own fantasies," she said, leaning over with her eyes on his and breathing onto his cock, which reacted by jerking in her hands--he seemed already close to climax, probably from having been turned on by her shameless display earlier, as well as the images she had put in his head."Sure," he said. He seemed unable to resist the touch of her hand and the anticipation of her mouth, and he kept thrusting his hips upwards to press his cock to her lips.
"Don't mock me, but the idea of a threesome with you makes me incredibly hot..." she said in a half-whisper, before slipping her lips onto his cock and sliding all the way down to its root in one smooth movement that had Greg simultaneously moaning and stiffening. She savored the sensation of his cock filling her mouth and her throat, its flavor, its texture. She kept him inside for a few seconds before pulling out and breathing in.
Greg let out a deep breath himself. "Darn you're good at that! But..." he seemed hesitant, and she looked up at him with eyes full of innocence as she gently suckled on the head of his cock.
"Yes?"
"I don't think I can deal with another man putting his hands on you, Lizzie, or even just looking at you naked..."
She did not answer, and merely sucked him inside once more, harder this time, keeping him deep into her throat for longer, swallowing around his cock and eliciting a grunt of satisfaction from him.
When she pulled out, smiling at the thin thread of saliva stretching from her lips to the tip of his cock, she looked up at him again, while licking his shaft with a gentle tongue. "Who's talking about a man, baby?" She made sure her expression did not foster any ambiguity. "Wanna hear a naughty story?"
She sucked on the head of Greg's cock while swirling her tongue across the sensitive underside. Greg settled further in his chair, and almost naturally spread his legs out.
"Whatever you say," he said, his voice low, trailing, almost dreamy, "just don't stop..."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby. It happened this morning--as I said, I was shopping with Shelley, and we were trying out some clothes, you know, some lingerie, and she was helping me, and her hands kept brushing my hips, my tits, my ass, and I don't know if she was doing it on purpose or what, but it got me even more turned on than I already was, and I was pretty soaked to start with, let me tell you. I'm sorry, baby, but I wanted to feel her lips wrapped around my nipples like yours were a few minutes ago, feel her hands grab my ass and squeeze it and paw it like a frat boy would." Elizabeth did not feel the need to mention that Shelley had in fact done just that that very morning, and that she herself had reciprocated by fingering the blonde engineer to orgasm in the changing room of Victoria's Secret.
Greg did not say anything in response, but his cock responded for him, twitching and getting even harder, and Elizabeth grinned to herself as she slipped it into her mouth and sucked hard a few times before returning to her stroking.
"She told me once, a while back, when she was drunk, that she fancied you. And I know she fancies me too--she's bi, did you know? She used to tell me of her adventures back in college, with boys and with girls, and it made me wet at times." Again, Elizabeth felt it was still too early to tell Greg that she herself had often been a participant in those same adventures. But given Greg's reaction, she was confident that before too long her fiancé would learn every sordid detail of her college tales.
"I don't think," she continued, her hand maintaining a steady rhythm on his cock, "that it would take too much convincing to get her on her knees in front of you, like I am, and have her blow you. Like this." And Elizabeth straightened up slightly and then shoved her head forward, impaling herself on the hard shaft, and started sucking him harder than before, her head thrusting back and forth violently. She kept her mouth open, gagging every time Greg's cock bottomed out as loud sucking sounds and drool fought their way out of her lips, blowing him the way that drove those jocks in college crazy, like a porn star. Greg seemed to be enjoying it just as much as the boys had back then, and soon he was pushing his cock into her mouth every time she thrust her head forward, furthering penetration.
When she pulled out to catch her breath, her hand found his cock again, now slick with her saliva. "Would you like to have both of us at your feet, sucking you? Maybe you'd like me to blow you while Shelley licks your ass, or sticks her tongue up your ass? Even been rimmed, baby? They say it feels amazing, especially when you got a hot bitch sucking you off at the same time." And suck she did, and Greg moaned and ran his hand through her hair, clearly fighting the urge to grab her head, and Elizabeth was disappointed--a little--that he did not.
"Or maybe you'd like us both on our hands and knees in front of you, with our asses up in the air, all eager, and you can fuck us, going from one to the other, back and forth, pussy after pussy, until you spurt your load into one of us--either one, who cares? And then when you're resting, we could put on a little show for you, a little girl on girl action? Men like that, I read, to have two girls doing each other just to please them. Would you like that? Seeing me and Shelley dyking it out, locked in a sixty-nine, with my tongue in her cunt and hers in mine, our bodies rubbing together, our tits--"
"Oh fuck!" spat out Greg before grasping her head and pulling her onto his cock. Elizabeth was almost taken by surprise, and she only had time to wrap her mouth around the spasming cock before the first jets started hitting her throat and she swallowed greedily.
She suckled gently as Greg wound down and slumped back in his chair, his cock squirting its last few loads.
When he was done, she let the softening shaft slip out of her mouth, and she licked it clean before resting her head against her fiancé's thigh, happy, satisfied, temporarily sated. Greg had a goofy smile on his acne-scarred face, and his hand was caressing her hair. She pressed her head into the caress like a cat seeking a petting.
Elizabeth knew, as she rested at her soon-to-be husband's feet, that not only was he not repulsed at the idea of having Shelley join in their game, but that part of him might even welcome it. All she had to do was lightly stoke the flames. Something she would do in the future, after they were married, after she had gotten her fill of finally fucking her man.
(Charleston, West Virginia. Now.)
"I finished crunching through the data," said Brisecoeur, his image on the tablet planted on the dashboard of the rental car between Daniel and Shawbank.
"Good," said Shawbank.
"Well, based on your search parameter, namely change in reported sexual behavior coinciding with weddings--and let me say, that's a maudit general parameter right there, I think I managed to narrow our presumed victims down to about twenty from the original fifty-one first-child births with conception around their wedding night."
Daniel thought back to what Shawbank had told him the day before, before their visit to Natalie Grifford. "So thirty-one of those are... well... natural."
Brisecoeur's image on the screen nodded. "Roughly. Depends a bit on what you count as changes in sexual behavior. But projections were that between thirty-two and thirty-eight such births would be expected, so it fits."
"Meaning," completed Shawbank, "that the parameters were correct."
"Well... let's not get into a correlation and causality discussion, but yeah, it does suggest that the parameters were useful ones."
"Is Desiree Cummings on the narrowed list?" asked Shawbank.
Daniel looked at Shawbank. Desiree Cummings was the woman they had just interviewed not an hour ago, the second such interview they have had. Cummings lived in a trailer park twenty miles from Beckley, where they had interviewed Natalie Grifford. The interview had not gone well, partly because Cummings had been belligerent, not trusting the two agents not to be from Child Services there to take her newborn, who was crying in the adjacent room. Cummings, never letting her eyes off Daniel--who had wanted to make sure the child was okay--had told them her husband had been cavorting with "a cheap slut on his construction crew" and that she had kicked him out after kicking his ass. The bruises on Cummings arms suggested to Daniel that Mister Cummings had done his fair amount of kicking ass before leaving, but after a warning glance from Shawbank he had kept his mouth shut.
While Shawbank had conducted the interview--"no, things had not been different since the wedding, except for that bastard putting his dirty grubby paws on that no good cheap whore!"--Daniel had looked around the trailer, always feeling Cummings's eyes on him whenever he approached the door that led to the room where the baby was crying. He had been itching to find a reason to actually call Child Services.
When Shawbank's questions turned to Cummings's husband and she launched into an invective-filled narrative, she has been distracted enough that Daniel could quietly open the door to the child's room. While the trailer as a whole was in bad need of upkeep, the baby's room--in which said baby was now quieting down to sleep--was almost pristine, and cheerfully decorated. A stack of reusable diapers sat on table, and toys lined one of the shelves. Two of the walls were decorated with what had to be hand-painted figures from well-known children's book--Daniel had spotted the Velveteen Rabbit, and Winnie the Pooh at first glance. The crib looked, if not new, nice and serviceable. Perhaps most importantly, Daniel had felt a sense of love and protection from the room. He had closed the door softly so as not to disturb the baby. When he turned back to the two women, Cummings was still talking, but also staring at him with a challenge in her eyes. He had given her a little smile with a nod.
"Desiree Cummings..." mumbled Brisecoeur, typing on his keyboard at his end of the connection. "Nope. No flag on behavior. Could be she didn't do anything worthy of mention anywhere though."
Shawbank shook her head."No, it fits. I didn't get the sense from her that she was in contact with the Special."
"Parfait," said Brisecoeur. "So I've run through the narrowed data, and there's little commonality in either demographics or standard classification categories. The strongest correlation is in terms of age and race and physical characteristics: all identified victims are young, between twenty and thirty-three, white or at least not overtly non-Caucasian, all above the culturally acknowledged standard of beauty. Much of this is expected."
Shawbank nodded. "So it doesn't tell us much?" asked Daniel.
Brisecoeur shrugged. "Not all that much, no. I mean, it does say that our freak is not all that freaky--he's into young conventionally beautiful women."
Daniel completed the thought. "Right, which doesn't really narrow things down because he's pretty much average in that respect."
"Exactly. If the guy was into morbid obesity, we would have something to work with, because people with extreme fetishes will tend to leave easily identified traces."
"Skin color," said Shawbank. "The skin-color thing is data. Only going for white women. Is there a correlation between skin color of the victims and other demographics or geographic markers?"
Brisecoeur typed for a while on his keyboard, his lips pursed, then waited as he undoubtedly read out and interpreted whatever data his analysis algorithms were reporting.
"No strong correlation. Based on the sample data--which is small, I need to remind you--the victims list should have a projected five African-Americans and at least three of undifferentiated Hispanic origin."
"Good," nodded Shawbank. "Run further analysis down that path."
"Will do." Brisecoeur seemed to start on it right away.
"So we're probably looking for a... a what? A racist? A white supremacist?" asked Daniel. Did Freak psychology affect radical positions? He remembered his run-in with the New American Deal Association back at Darnell, an ultra-conservative and decidedly racist organization that had almost mutilated his friend Radhu.
"Not necessarily. Our Special is attracted to white women, to the probable strong exclusion of other ethnicities. It may just speak of deeply ingrained cultural drivers. Those bleed into aesthetic judgments, especially if this Special has an eye towards procreation."
"So we're looking for someone who comes from a background with deeply ingrained segregationist beliefs?"
"Most likely. Maybe a closed community, likely religious, likely fundamentalist, and undoubtedly homogeneous."
"I don't know much about Western Virginia, but from where I stand it looks pretty homogeneous already."
Brisecoeur piped up on the screen. "You can say that again, mon ami. Probably why this freak managed to stay out of sight for so long. Earliest victim suggests it goes back to almost two and a half years ago. Shawbank, I have an update on your question. No further correlations even projecting onto a Caucasian demographic and marginalizing probabilities."
"Do we know what might have happened two and a half years ago to trigger such an episode?" asked Daniel. "Maybe that can help identify suspects."
"There's rarely a triggering event for this," replied Brisecoeur. "A Freak's ability will just pop out of the blue and off they go."
"Okay," continued Daniel, who was not ready to let the idea go. "But we're working on correlations, right? What if this guy had victims before, but completely different ones--which because of the difference we can't identify. Then two and a half years ago, he shifts to brides and decides to procreate? Maybe something happened then to change his perspective. Maybe he just arrived in the state, got a job here, something..."
Brisecoeur gave this a thought. "That's a long shot. But could be. And it really opens up the field. I guess I can push the search for correlations with similar events prior to that time elsewhere in the country, and correlate it with employment information. Mmmm... that's really going to beat up those machines downstairs." He seemed to already start thinking of possible models and equations and statistical tests for these new hypotheses.
"Data," said Shawbank. "We need more data. We should interview other victims."
Daniel mused. "Do you mind taking the next interview and dropping me off at the hotel? I have a few ideas I'd like to explore, and I need to look at the data Brisecoeur has."
Shawbank looked at him with an expression that he had to interpret as amused. "Ideas? You think you can outperform Brisecoeur's supercomputers?"
"Not outperform, no. But I may spot something his analysis missed. He works from models, right? And models can only extrapolate from existing data and assumptions that have been built into the model."
"Assumptions. And you're going to question them?"
"Well, maybe refine them a bit."
Shawbank gave him a long look, then nodded. "Fine. Hotel it is. But you keep me up to date."
Two hours later, at the desk in his Marriott hotel room in downtown Charleston, Daniel was staring at data files that Brisecoeur was pumping at him at a rate faster than he could process them.
Brisecoeur was sitting in a chat window in the corner of the screen, looking none the worse for wear.
"It doesn't seem to bug you too much," said Daniel after a long pause.
"What doesn't?" Brisecoeur did not look up from his own data crunching.
"This complete lack of progress. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, and not even knowing there's a needle there in the first place."
"Part of the fun, mon ami. The thrill of the chase and all that."
"And while we're banging around in the dark, this guy is going around raping women."
"Hey, at least, that's all he's doing. Not to minimize it, but premièrement, the women don't seem to remember what has happened to them, and deuxièmement, he's not leaving them messed up and crawling around from jerk to jerk begging to be abused."
Daniel stiffened as he flashed to an unbidden image of Jenn crawling around from jerk to jerk begging to be abused, and he clasped hard on his mind, dreading what else it might dredge up. Did Brisecoeur know something about Jenn? About Biff? Shawbank showed up at Darnell when Biff captured and programmed his fiancee. Was it correlation--Shawbank looking for Doctor Cargyle, as she claimed--or was it causation--Shawbank working with Doctor Cargyle until something went wrong? He recalled O'Neill's words, you shouldn't trust anybody. And Jenn crawling from jerk to jerk begging to be abused was exactly what Biff had promised he would have Jenn do if she were to get away from him--and now he was dead, and Jenn was missing, and who knew where she was and what she was doing.
"Are you okay?" asked Brisecoeur. He was frowning, and Daniel realized that he must have made a face.
"Yeah, just a... Never mind." He pinched the bridge of his nose, then rubbed his cheek, still unused to the feel of the soft beard. But that a slightly different face stared at him every time he looked in the mirror, a face different from the man that had failed his fiancee, that had lost her, that had dropped her in the lap of a monster and that had been unable to recover her in time, well, it helped, a little bit. How was O'Neill doing in his search for Jenn?
"So nothing came up on the guest list we got from Natalie Grifford?" Daniel said to try to get his mind back on track.
"Nothing. Though many of those people don't have much of an online or even official presence anywhere," replied Brisecoeur.
"So there's no commonality in the churches or the officiating ministers? Maybe the church organists all going to school together or something?"
"Nothing. And two of the weddings were civil ceremonies, and one was Jewish. That rules out a lot of common ground right there."
Daniel leaned back in his chair. One of his ideas was that the victims may have had something in common not based on who they were, but based on the externalities of their wedding ceremonies. But that seemed to be a bust.
Closing his eyes, he thought back to the admittedly preliminary discussions he had had with Jenn about their own nuptials, and tried to navigate the hurt it was bringing him.
"Okay, let's move away from the ceremony itself, and to the receptions. For I assume that all of those people had receptions after the wedding?"
Brisecoeur nodded. "Yeah, I managed to pull out that information, and they all had some sort of party. Different venues--in different cities. All in West Virginia, so that's a commonality, though not a useful one."
"Management?"
"For the venues? All of them owned and operated by different companies. Even ran a search three-plies deep on employees relationship both within the companies and without, and nothing came up, except for an old lady in Florida being a distant cousin of two employees at two different companies."
"A friend in common to many of those people?"
"The search did include most social networks, and nothing came up--not even a name with connections to more than two management companies. It could be someone without much of an online life."
"Or someone trying to hide their tracks," mused Daniel.
"Exactement."
"All right, what about the classics?"
"Excuse me?"
"The reception equivalents of the butler. The staff. Or the caterers. It's always the caterers, isn't it? They have access, no one looks at them twice because they're in uniform and they belong, and it's a comparatively easy job to get."
Brisecoeur tapped away at his keyboard. "Good idea. I don't have catering information here."
Daniel was thinking, having moved from receptions to support. "And what if it happened right before the ceremonies? How about hairdressing for the bride? Makeup? Hell, what about the dresses? Where did they get their dresses?"
Brisecoeur frowned. "Mmm... I can do a rundown of the wedding shops in the state, and also try to narrow down purchases. Hairdressing and rest, no data."Although I can narrow down likely possibilities again. We'll need to do some of this the old-fashioned way, though, and talk to people."
Daniel nodded. "I'll call Natalie Grifford and see if I can get that information from her. Is Shawbank done with her interview?"
"She has not checked in, so I presume not. I'll tell her to get as much information as possible about the reception, including catering and organization, and ask about hairdressers and wedding dresses and generally anything that the bride may have done leading to the wedding."
Daniel grabbed his phone, pulled out Natalie Grifford's number from his notes, and called her.
"Mrs. Grifford? Agent Daniel Malcolm here. We talked recently about... about the events surrounding your daughter Chloe?"
"Yes, of course. Agent Malcolm. How are you? How may I help you?" Daniel could hear soft cooing in the background. Chloe, he thought.
"I was wondering if I could get some information from you about your reception, and about the people you talked to prior to the wedding: people who did your hair, your makeup, who tailored your dress. We want to make sure we talk to everyone that was involved in the wedding and reception."
Natalie Grifford gave a short laugh at the other end of the line. "I'll get you the information I have, but to be honest, I probably don't know half the people that were involved. You really need to talk to the wedding planner."
"You had a wedding planner?"
"Of course. Who has the time to plan a wedding anymore? I'll get you the info I have, but you should definitely talk to Elizabeth Bowden. She took care of everything." | 4 |
116,305 | A Wedding and an Investigation | He is fuming by the time he reaches the church. The traffic on the Interstate was insane, and he had all sorts of difficulty finding the church, as the address he had scribbled in his notebook had smudged, and he ended up looking for Cross Avenue rather than Crooks Avenue. And he did not want to stop and ask for directions, not wanting to attract attention.
Not that he thinks that what he is doing is wrong--but heathens so rarely understand when confronted by designs beyond their comfort zone.
He steps out of his car and freezes. Guests are coming out of the chapel, large smiles on their faces, congratulating each other.
He is too late. The wedding is already finished.
He swears under his breath. He is too late. And he cannot hit the reception afterwards, because Lizzie has told him that the reception is a tightly guarded affair--one of the guests is a well-known local politician.
He will have to abort. He will have to forget about this and go back home. But he has taken his pills already, and his shaft is throbbing in his pants, demanding release. And he has primed himself up in the car, looking ahead to the impregnation ceremony that was to take place, to the joy of exploding deep in the womb of his next chosen Vessel.
Maybe not all is lost. He puts on a smile and advances towards a group of older guests slowly going down the steps of the church. He always has better luck with the older folks.
"Excuse me," he says to a woman that has to be in her eighties, on the arm of a woman that has to be in her sixties. "Did I miss the ceremony?"
The younger woman looks at him with a slight frown. "Are you with the groom's party?"
She must be with the bride. "Yes. I'm an old friend of the family." Be vague. "Haven't seen them in forever. I had to move away. When he wrote to tell me of this joyous occasion, I made sure I could clear my schedule, but..."
"Don't mind Gwen," says the older woman, "she's a sour puss. Jealous because she's an old spinster--"
"I'm not!" protests Gwen, turning to the older woman. "Jealous, that is. I think it's wonderful."
The older woman ignores her. "In any event, yes, the ceremony is done. And quite nice it was, too. I'm delighted for my great niece. But you will be able to join us at the reception, yes?" Her eyes are kind, and he feels a ping of guilt at using her. But then again, her relative will bear his Offspring, an honor that will reflect on the whole family.
"Sadly, I can't attend. My father is in hospital--kidney cancer--and he could go anytime, and I do not want him to be alone. So I have to return shortly. Do you know where I could find the bride and groom, so I can congratulate them?"
The older woman pats him on the arm. "I'm sorry. I'm sure your father appreciates what a good son he has." Wendy's back straightens at the comment, and she looks about to protest once more. The older woman ignores her again. "Sandra and her new husband are out back for pictures. You should be able to find them easily."
He thanks them both, profusely, and excuses himself before heading down the path that brings him around the back of the church. He walks quickly, but without rushing. He had planned on everyone being busy with the wedding preparations, as opposed to everyone just lounging around, basking in the Saturday afternoon sunlight.
He spots the couple with the photographer and her assistant by an imposing tree in the courtyard of the church. There is no convenient place to hide, so he stays near the rear wall of the church, in the shadows, hoping that they will be too distracted to notice him. He should really abort this outing, but the hardness in his trousers is screaming loudly for release. His seed wants--no, needs--to propagate. He can do this.
His arousal is not helped by looking at the bride--Sandra--who is trying to follow the photographer's suggestions and sit, with her new husband's help, on the lowest branch of the tree, a mere two feet from the ground. The tall redhead is hindered by the long sleek wedding dress she is wearing, which clings to her curves like the most revealing of evening dresses. The long pencil skirt is wrapped tight around her legs, preventing her from moving as she truly wants. Her husband has to heft her up, which she lets him do with much giggles. They look so in love even he has to stop and appreciate it.
After a few pictures with Sandra on the tree with her arms wrapped around her husband's neck, the opportunity he has been waiting for arrives. When the photographer's assistant plants her sunshade into the grass and says something to the photographer before taking off for the church, it is time to act.
He is near the door. It is a simple matter to reach out with an "Excuse me, Miss" as she passes by him, and lightly touch her shoulder. That touch is enough, as it always is. The expected sensation travels down his arm and tingles in his finger tips. She stops, looks confused for a second before turning towards him with wide almost adoring eyes. She seems about to say something. He interrupts her before leading her inside.
"Don't say a word. You will continue doing what you were about to do. But when you get back to the bride and groom, you will tell the bride privately that her aunt Gwen wants to see her for a few minutes in the church, alone." Gwen is the only person whose name he knows in the bride's party, and he hopes that Sandra does not have a feud going with the discontent celibate. "She says she has a gift for her that she doesn't want her mother or anyone else to know about."
The assistant nods quickly, her eyes still wide, her lips slightly parted. He ponders almost reflexively whether she could serve as a Vessel before dismissing the idea. She is pretty, in her own way, and if one squints at her just right, she may even pass for elegant--he idly wonders whether she is good in bed, or how much practice she has suckling on men's shafts--but she does not have that aura of purity that shines from women when they choose to unite themselves to their soulmate.
"Go, now, continue your errand," he says, and after a slow shake of her head, the photographer's assistant turns and heads down the hallway towards what he guesses is the restroom.
He worries for a second about using his Gift on two women within so short a time. This outing is turning out to be more uncertain than he imagined. He resists cursing to himself. It would not do--this is a house of worship. And he is a God.
He tucks himself behind a column when the assistant emerges from the restroom and returns to the courtyard. He watches through a window as the couple poses for more pictures, the groom vaguely awkward but clearly head over heels for his beautiful bride, the redhead wife maintaining a radiant smile throughout the proceedings, her hand never really breaking contact with her new husband.
It tugs at his heart, before he quashes it down. The pain inside, undirected, shifts slowly to anger.
He smiles to himself when the photographer's assistant, taking advantage of the photographer adjusting the cummerbund of the groom, leans towards Sandra and whispers in her ear, nodding towards the church. Sandra looks up, a slight frown marring her perfect features, but thanks the assistant. Sandra tells the group that she needs a restroom break, and that she will be right back.
He watches her slowly make her way through the grass towards him, walking slowly because the tight skirt of her dress hampers her movements and because her tall heels tend to dig into the soil. That slowness only serves to exacerbate his arousal. His new Vessel is coming towards him, in all of her virginal splendor.
When Sandra comes through the doorway and stops to look around searching for her aunt Gwen, he steps behind her after confirming that they are alone and gingerly runs his fingers down her naked shoulder.
The contact is strong, the buzz going down his arm is chilling, and Sandra shivers at the touch and its effect. He keeps her from turning around immediately and holds her in place to admire the view before him, the way her neck is exposed by the high bun and the low-cut back of the dress, the way her waist is cinched by the corset she wears underneath, the way her ass is emphasized by the cut of the dress coming down her hips. For a moment he feels dizzy, overwhelmed by the prurient desire to push the redhead down to her knees and mount her, just like that, without ulterior motive but sheer selfish lust.
He shakes his head to clear the thought. He has a job to do, a Ministry to populate. It would be blasphemous to think otherwise. Pleasure is a distraction, possibly a sin--he looks up to the cross above the altar down at the end of the chapel he can see from where he is--and it is his duty to seed Worshippers.
"To the bathroom," he tells Sandra, giving her the smallest of pushes. "Hurry."
After a last look around to make sure no one is looking at them, he follows Sandra, who tries to go so fast she practically hobbles her way to the door in her unpractical dress.Inside, he locks the door after them. Sandra has turned around and is staring at him with large eyes full of meekness and desire. She reminds him of his Lizzie, with her red hair bunched up over her head, her high cheekbones, and her ruby red lips. His cock throbs, screaming for release.
"Sandra," he tells the bride, "I am your Lord, your Savior. I am the Light that illuminates your life and reveals the Truth. You are my Servant. You are my Vessel."
Sandra shivers, closing her eyes for a few seconds before opening them and nodding, maintaining eye contact. "I am your servant, my Lord. Your vessel."
The way she says it makes his cock throb even harder. This is getting dangerous. She is temptation, perhaps sent to distract him from his Duty, from his Path, from his Destiny.
"Turn around," he tells her. "We don't have much time. Lift your skirt and bend down over the sink." It will be easier to resist if he does not have to look her in the eyes.
Sandra obeys without saying a word, turning around and pulling the skirt of her dress up her long legs. He unfastens his pants while she does so, pulling out his cock, which responds as if it has a mind of its own. He is primed, there is no doubt about it.
Sandra is having much difficulty pulling her dress up her thighs, as it is so tight. She struggles, and he loses patience. He pushes her down over the sink--Sandra shrieks in surprise, then moans in pleasure--and pulls hard on the material, which rips along the slit already cut in the side. The rip goes up nearly to her waist. He does not care. He bunches the dress up over her hips, telling her to hold it in place. Part of him does wonder how she will explain her new look at the reception, but then he is distracted from that line of thought.
"My, my! No panties?" he says, surprised at the sight before him. Her stockings are garter-belt thigh highs, in which the garters are built into the stockings and frame the redhead's round and exposed ass like a prize painting. The wedding garter sits high on Sandra's left thigh. He can see the sparse reddish hair between her legs, embracing dark pussy lips that pout away with desire.
"Rhett asked me to go without," responds Sandra, her voice husky. "He said he'd find it kinky to know I was butt naked beneath my dress at my own wedding. Said it would provide some fuel for our wedding night later."
He grunts at the thought. Did he just feel a wave of jealousy at the thought of Sandra and her new husband--Rhett--cavorting in their honeymoon suite? He has to snap out of it. Jealousy is beneath him. He has no business getting emotionally involved. This whole day is turning out disturbing, and possibly dangerous. All of a sudden, he is anxious. He has to finish this, and quickly.
He frees his cock, which jerks and slaps Sandra between the cheeks, prompting her to moan and reach back to grab it. She grasps it and starts jacking him off against her ass, swaying it in time with her tugs.
"Slide me in, Sandra," he says, reaching down to pull her dress down from her chest and paw the released breasts. "Welcome your Lord into your womb for He shall impregnate you." He squeezes her breasts, pulling her back against him.
Sandra lines his cock against her pussy and pushes back, sending the hard shaft deep inside her in one smooth motion. "Oooooh!" she moans, grinding her ass against him when he is fully inside.
Within a minute, he is fucking her with long thrusts that threaten to send her into the mirror overlooking the sink. He watches Sandra's face twisted in bliss as she bites her upper lip to keep from crying out loud. He watches Sandra's breasts swing with each lunge, her nipples big and red and advertising their readiness to feed the Worshipper she soon will grow within herself. He also catches sight of himself in the mirror, and avoids maintaining eye contact as much as possible.
With Sandra bucking and moaning beneath him, he realizes that he is reluctant to breach the question of the boon for her husband. Which is unfair to the man, who is generous enough to share his bountiful wife with Him and to let her bring a new Worshipper for his Ministry into the world.
He grunts under the conflicting emotions, and Sandra mistakes it for a signal to head down the finish line, and she reaches between her legs to fiddle with her clitoris while increasing the frequency and melody of her moans. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she breathes out.
He focuses on the task at hand. He will deal with the husband afterwards. The whimpers Sandra makes with each of his thrusts merge with the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, and he instinctively puts his hands on the redhead's hips to pull her back against him more forcefully as he starts to rut into her with added vigor. He is getting close.
Sandra herself is on her way to a massive orgasm, if her jerky movements are anything to judge by. She is still fiddling with her clitoris while at the same time squeezing one of her breasts, her eyes closed, her breath short, her mouth open. The garter has slid down her leg to pool around her ankle.
"Sandra," he rasps, the sensation deep in his balls telling him he has to hurry, "I will now baptize you into your new faith. You will accept my Seed deep into your womb, and carry it to term so that you can bring forth a new generation of worshippers for your Lord. Tell me, do you want my Seed?"
Sandra's initial response is a series of short bursts of breaths and a tightening of her already narrow pussy around his cock. "Yes..." she moans, thrusting back with force. "Yes! Yes!" She puts her hands up against the sink to offer more leverage. "Yes! Come deep inside me--flood me! Make me your woman, my Lord!"
He does. One strong lunge and he explodes inside her, and that act seems to trigger her own orgasm, for she stiffens and her hands clench on the sink and her mouth opens wide but no sound emerges and her pussy clamps hard on his cock and then seizes madly, milking whatever leftover Seed he has not already spurted deep in her womb.
Sandra goes limp, her knees buckling, while he is trying to catch his breath and shivers every time she moves--his cock is too damn sensitive after climax. Thanks to the pills he has taken, he is still hard, and he remains embedded inside her, stopping her pussy with his shaft, giving his Seed a chance to propagate his Godhood.
"Sandra, you are now a Vessel of your Lord."
Sandra merely moans in response, trembling slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
And now, time to deal with the husband. Who is probably starting to wonder what his darling wife is up to. He fights the battle that is raging inside him. Part of him does not want to help out the husband. He stares at the red hair pulled up in a bun atop Sandra's head. Lizzie. He will not share Lizzie. He shakes his head. However he feels about it, he has to offer the husband his boon. Doing otherwise is to shirk duty, and even gods have to abide by rules, for otherwise the foundation for morals crumbles.
"Sandra," he says, running his hand over her back, "tell me of your husband's fantasies."
"My Lord?" Sandra's voice is tentative, as if coming from afar. Like she is not used to coming so hard, he thinks. Which both makes him proud and protective. Then he curses himself for getting attached.
"Your husband--Rhett, is it?--must have a fantasy, involving you. Something he would like you to do, would like you to be, that you are hesitant to procure, hesitant to become. Tell me, Sandra, tell me of your husband's fantasy. Does he have a secret he doesn't know you know?"
"My Lord," she starts, after a moment's hesitation. "Rhett sometimes writes fan fiction stories for a dirty web site."
"Oh really? And what does he write?"
"Stories of girlfriends and wives with an exhibitionist fetish, showing themselves off to other men, or other women, and getting turned on."
"Interesting. And you think Rhett's into that?" He is still hard, and slowly starts sawing in and out of her pussy, almost as an afterthought.
"I know so," she says, sighing and twisting her hips in time with his movements. "He's tried to get me to wear more revealing clothes when we go out, says he loves the thought of other men looking at me and wishing they were with me. It always makes our lovemaking more vigorous afterwards when we get back."
"Bet he's gonna like that little alteration we made to your dress, then," he says, thinking of the long rip that will undoubtedly bare the redhead's long legs.
"I'm sure," she says, moaning as his cock pushes deep inside her.
"Listen to me well, Sandra." He grips her hips and starts plowing into her again, picking up speed with every sentence. He knows he will not come again, and they do not have time for a prolonged make-out session, but the way her pussy grips his cock is too good to pass up. "From this point on, you will get turned on--really turned on, wet your panties on the spot turned on--when you feel men and women looking at you and wanting you. You will get off on showing off your body as much as possible. The thought of going around naked all the time, your big boobs out in the open, your pussy gaping wide open beckoning tongues and cocks, drives you crazy with lust. But you will defer to your husband for matters of dress. At the beginning of every day, you will ask him what he would like you to wear. When you go out, you will model for him different possibilities. You will bring him shopping, asking him to build you a wardrobe of the sort of things he would like to see you in. Do you understand, Sandra?"
"Yes, my Lord," she groans, as he pounds into her with force. "Oh! I will dress the way my husband wants me to dress, and the more revealing the attire, the more men will look at me and the more turned on I will get. What... Oh! What if Rhett wants me to flash people?"
"Then, my dear Sandra, you will happily flash people, basking in the knowledge that you are admired, wanted, desired, and that will make you even hotter.Sandra groans louder at that, pressing herself back against him and grinding her ass into his groin. He admires the line her dress makes with her legs, the exposed posterior a soft rounded cushion for his hips to slam into on every thrust.
He cannot help putting in a little dig. Does that make him evil? Is that the first step in the slippery slope to self-damnation? He does not know--does not care at the moment. For he is a God, and he is rutting.
"In fact," he says, watching the redhead make her way rapidly towards another orgasm, "you will have a lot of fun tonight showing yourself off at your own wedding reception, making the most of that new slit in your dress. You will bask in the knowledge that all those men are stealing glances at your legs, thinking of what it would feel like to feel those legs wrapped around them, imagining how tight your pussy is, how soft, how warm, cursing your new husband for being the lucky one to have snagged out the hot piece of ass you are. Tonight," he adds, while Sandra's moans grow in desperation, and her thrusts back against him start to lose their rhythm, "I want every man guest at your wedding to go away thinking you are the biggest fucking cock-tease they've ever laid eyes on. We'll see how your dear Rhett feels about that!"
Sandra comes--he does not know exactly what she is thinking, what has gotten to her, whether she has deeply held exhibitionist fantasies of her own, but he reaches out quickly and puts a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. He cannot not risk being discovered. They would not understand.
His hard cock is still embedded deep into the spasming pussy of the redhead who is going slack against him, a line of sweat sliding down her forehead. She is beautiful, of course--every bride is, it is part of the ritual. And now she is a Vessel.
There is no time to waste. He pulls out with a twinge of regret, as he would have liked to enjoy her more leisurely, and fastens his trousers. "Sandra, clean up, and go back to your husband." His timing is impeccable, because just as Sandra is straightening up and readjusting her dress--that ripped slit up her side does bare a cock-hardening amount of white flesh--there is a knock on the bathroom door.
"Sandy? You in there? Are you okay?"
A man's voice. Probably Rhett, he figures. He leans towards Sandra, and whispers in her ear. "Sandra, you will go out and apologize to your husband. You will not remember me being in here with you--all you will remember is coming in here and making a decision to be more daring, to be more revealing, because you finally realized that it turns you on, and it turns your husband on. As far as you are concerned, it will all be your idea, a product of a long reflection. Do not answer me back. Wait for me to be in the stall, and then leave. Do not let him enter the bathroom."
Without waiting for an answer, he crosses the bathroom trying to make as little noise as possible and enters the stall, climbing on the toilet just in case Rhett manages to peek in. He hears Sandra unlock and open the door.
"Sandy! Are you okay? You look... my gosh! What happened to your dress?"
"Rhett, my love! I'm fine. I just... I just had a crazy wicked idea. I hope you won't mind..."
He cannot hear the rest, as the voices fade with the door of the bathroom closing. He allows himself a sigh of relief.
Today has been an infuriatingly close day.
And his cock is still maddeningly hard in his pants.
(Charleston, West Virginia. Six months ago.)
"No. Not quite."
Elizabeth Bowden looked at Shelley Caskill, her longtime friend, and sighed. "What's wrong with this one?" She looked at herself in the mirror, liking the way the wedding dress fit her, with its open top showing off her collarbone, the embroidered corset doing just enough to push her chest upwards and hint at cleavage, the widening skirt with its satin shine. She turned to the side, and ran her hand over her flat stomach.
Shelley shook her head. "I still maintain you should wear something shorter."
"Shel, this is my wedding--it's not prom."
"Sweetie, when you got it, you flaunt it. You said it, it's your wedding--it's your day. Time to show off. Time to make sure every guy knows exactly what they won't be in the running for no more. And," she added with a sly grin, "I bet you anything you want that that prom dress you wore back then is still causing hard-ons to this day. Hell, if I had your legs, I wouldn't wear anything that went down further than my ass."
Elizabeth laughed and shot Shelley a you-don't-fool-me glance. "You never wear anything past your ass, Shel." She made it a point to eye the short sundress that her friend wore and which exposed an impressive expanse of flesh.
"Yeah, but if I had your legs, then guys would flock to me."
"Guys flock to you all the time, Shel."
"Ah! Guys flock to me because I'm easy, not because of my legs."
Elizabeth shook her head. This was not a new argument, more like a dance routine in which every dancer knew their steps. "Well, I like this one," she said, turning around to look at herself from the back over her shoulder.
Shelley grunted, and turned to the salesgirl who was moving mirrors around so Elizabeth could look at her backside without destroying her vertebrae. "I think I saw this dress in a version with a long tighter skirt instead of the princess one?"
The salesgirl nodded. "Yes. Would you like to try it?" she asked Elizabeth.
"Yes, she does," answered Shelley.
The salesgirl looked at Elizabeth and Shelley in turn, and when Elizabeth shrugged and smiled, the salesgirl went to look for the dress.
Shelley stepped up on the platform to help her friend disrobe, her short blonde hair giving her a mischievous air that fit the young woman perfectly. Back in high school, Elizabeth recalled, Shelley's hair, still blonde, was long and flowing while her own red hair was shorter. Shelley cut her hair early in their college years, while Elizabeth grew hers to the long and curly look she favored these days.
Shelley, pulling down the tight corset's zipper, looked up in the mirror to see her friend looking back at her. "What?" she asked.
"Just thinking about high school. And college," replied Elizabeth.
Shelley snorted. "I know you're getting married, sweetie, but you're a bit young for the nostalgia bit."
"It's not nostalgia. It's just... You know I love you, right?"
Shelley stopped as she pulled down Elizabeth's dress, letting it slink down to her waist. Her eyes dropped down to the lacy blue bra Elizabeth had on. "You so need some sexy lingerie for your wedding day. White, too. Pure white. Virginal white. And for once in this crazy world, that's going to be appropriate."
She raised her eyes, and Elizabeth was surprised to see tears pooling on her lower lids. "I love you too, you silly goose." And she hugged Elizabeth.
They were interrupted by the salesgirl returning with the requested dress, but the young girl seemed unconcerned by the display of emotion.
Elizabeth stepped out of her dress to switch it for the new one.
Shelley whistled. "Damn, Lizzie, you still have a rockin' body. Breaks my heart."
"Right--like you really let yourself go, Shel."
Shelley took the dress that the salesgirl handed her and gave her a weighty glance, and the girl understood immediately and disappeared, leaving the two friends alone.
"Ah!" Shelley snorted once more as she helped Elizabeth step into the new dress. "I've got to keep up my shape--not all of us have hooked a prime fish on our bait like you have."
Elizabeth sighed. The short-haired blonde nursed her body carefully through many hours at the gym and regular triathlons with the odd marathon thrown in for good measure. She had a hard, toned body that looked like it belonged in an Italian courtyard, preferably sculpted by Michelangelo. How she could prefer Elizabeth's body--rounder, softer--was a mystery to the redhead.
"You'll find your man," said Elizabeth. "I have no worries."
Shelley shrugged, pulling the tight dress up around Elizabeth's waist and lining up the sides of the corset.
"We'll see. Honestly, if I can just get Ronaldo to call me within a week of us getting together, I'd consider myself satisfied."
"You're still seeing him?"
"Seeing is a bit strong. We cross paths once in a while--the odd race, the odd bike event. Sparks fly, and then it's back to our corners to recuperate before the next round."
"Commitment-phobia?"
"I think it's not so much commitment he's got a problem with, but me. He likes me--but I also infuriate him. I don't think he's equipped to deal with me. That I race and that I often beat him makes me an odd creature, but that I'm independent with my own career just sticks in his craw if he thinks about it too much. He's brought in a lot of the Old Country with him from Spain, and I'm not quite what Mommy Dearest wanted for him, a good wifey that would stay home and raise the kids and wait for him with stars in her eyes."
"So he's not hot for an aerospace engineer on the fast track to take over her division and on her way to make human space travel to Mars possible?"
Shelley was pulling up the zipper in the back of the dress.
"I don't think he knows how to deal with it. It's like he doesn't really think it's serious. Like he thinks I'm doing it just to pass the time until I find myself a good man and settle down and be a good catholic mother. Like he thinks my bosses are just playing along, indulging the silly little girl until she realizes the truth and leaves the serious stuff to real men."
Shelley was heating up, and Elizabeth could not help but grin at the image that Shelley was painting.Shelley had been a spitfire in school, and she and Elizabeth had partied hard and had milked their years both in high school and in college for all they were worth, but Shelley had worked even harder than she partied, and finished top of her class in mechanical engineering so far above the next candidate that her name was still whispered in the hallways of the Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering department at West Virginia University. The thought of Shelley--who could verbally rip apart a poorly thought-out design in less time it took to physically rip the blueprints it might be printed on--whiling away the time until a man would take her away from her delusions of space travel to a life of gleeful domesticity was risible.
"I'm going to regret asking this," said Elizabeth, "but why are you still giving him the light of day if he's so... what's the word?"
"Chauvinistic? Old-fashioned? Backwards?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"The sex, sweetie--the sex is just out of this world. The guy is a god in the sack. He's got this big dick that stretches you out just right, that gets in and fills all the nooks and crannies, and when he starts pounding with it, he just batters the very air out of your lungs. And you know how crazy I get for a big dick backed by a guy who knows just how to use it..."
The look Shelley gave Elizabeth carried so much history that the redhead, already shaken emotionally by the dress shopping experience--which cemented the reality of her upcoming nuptials down the road six months from then, but who was counting really?--felt a few tears of her own in her eyes.
Shelley must have noticed, because she stopped fiddling with getting the sleeves of the dress perfectly right and hugged her friend from behind once more, and Elizabeth melted into the hug and wrapped the blonde's arm around herself like a blanket.
To try to lighten the atmosphere, Elizabeth quipped. "Of course I remember. What was his name? Harry? Harry Mulholland, I think?"
Shelley grinned. "Oh yeah--Harry the Mule. Dick as long as my forearm and nearly as thick. God, you know, I still get soaking wet thinking about him? I'm sorry you never got to experience him--when he pushes into you for the first time of the night and he forces it in and your pussy finally gives in and spreads wide open, it's like nothing else I've ever experienced."
"I remember exactly what his dick looked like, thank you very much, and I also remember you screaming like a banshee when he thrust into you."
"Screams of joy, sweetie."
"Could have fooled me."
"Pain--joy--two words, one concept. He made me come, and come hard, didn't he?"
"Was that what it was? I thought those were epileptic fits."
"Oh, mock, mock, mock. But I distinctly recall you not making fun of it when you were slobbering all over his third arm after he was done with me."
"Really? I thought you passed out after he fucked you."
"Not passed out enough to fail to notice that the Mule was too much even for the Deep Throat Queen of Kanawha County."
"Not for lack of trying, for sure," Elizabeth responded, a light blush spreading to her cheeks. Those were good memories, and much to her dismay she could feel herself getting damp between her legs. Almost automatically, she started plotting how she should steal a moment with Greg later that day; perhaps she could convince him to take a mid-afternoon coffee break if he was too busy with meetings.
"No shit," said Shelley, a flush coming to her own cheeks. Her arms tightened around Elizabeth, and her hands pressed against the redhead's sides. "I thought you'd choke yourself on that much meat. I swear your throat was bulging--and there was what, at least four, five inches left to go? There was so much spit dripping down to your tits, sweetie, it was disgusting--and very very hot." She pushed her hands up Elizabeth's chest, which did nothing to help the redhead's increased arousal.
"Harry certainly seemed to enjoy it," she said, her breathing accelerating. "He nearly killed me when he started fucking my mouth--I don't think he was quite thinking straight."
"Who would? There he was, with his cock almost balls deep into the redhead with the hottest mouth on campus, kneeling before him and slobbering all over his tool with her perky tits hanging out, after fucking the hottest blonde on campus into oblivion, and getting ready to do it all over again." Shelley's hands had reached Elizabeth's breasts, and were squeezing hard through the tight corset which seemed specifically designed to emphasize a woman's assets.
Elizabeth moaned in response, and gave a quick glance to see if the salesgirl had come back before closing her eyes and enjoying her girlfriend's caress. "Shel, the salesgirl could come back any minute..."
"Let her. She's cute. I wouldn't mind spreading those scrawny legs of hers and seeing how she enjoys some good old-fashioning pussy licking."
"Shel, you're an oversexed slut, you know that?"
"Oh, look who's talking--" One of Shelley's hands dipped down to Elizabeth's crotch. The skirt, straight and tight down to Elizabeth's heels, had a long slit that came almost obscenely high on her thigh, and Shelley slipped a hand through it and touched Elizabeth's naked thigh. The redhead shivered. "I'm definitely finding Greg after this," she thought, "meetings or no meetings. And in six months time--but who's counting?--he'll be able to plow into me the way I want him to."
"So, how's Greg?" asked Shelley, breaking into Elizabeth's dreams and fantasies of being taken, and taken hard, the way she had seen her best friend being taken so many times over their many adventures.
"Greg? He's fine, what do--"
"No, you silly goose. In bed--how's he in bed? And what caliber is he packing?"
"Oh! He's good--better than good. He's got a wonderfully flexible tongue, and magic fingers. And he can play me like a piano. And his cock is quite nice, thank you. Not a monster like the Mule--nice, straight, thick, just the right fit for my hand and my mouth, and for my pussy. Reminds me a lot of that freshman we cornered back at Christmas that year, you remember?"
"Oh yeah. Sweet kid. Brandon something, right?"
The way Shelley said his name made Elizabeth curious. "I think you're right. Brandon. He fell for you pretty hard that night."
"I seem to recall he was very fond of you throating him, Lizzie."
"Only until you straddled him and pushed your dirty little cunt into his face and made him tongue-fuck you before you jumped his bone." Elizabeth saw Shelley blush lightly, something she had rarely seen her friend do, and she wanted to ask further, but then Shelley's fingers finally sneaked their way to Elizabeth's panties and underneath the gusset and touched the dripping folds of her pussy and caused the redhead to moan.
"Do you think one day we'll double-team that hubby of yours?" asked Shelley.
"Ah! So you can snatch him away with your wily pussy?"
"Lizzie, sweetie, by that point, he'll have sampled yours," replied Shelley, her fingers teasing the opening as she talked about it, "and it's going to be pristine and new and so fuckin' tight that he'll have no consideration for any other so you have nothing to fear."
Elizabeth snorted, but did not argue with her friend. "Anyway, I don't think Greg's quite ready to hear about all of my adventures."
Shelley looked at her friend's face in the mirror, and her smile had a naughty twist to it.
"You've got to be kidding me, right? Come on, Lizzie--aside from the fact that no heterosexual male has the ability to pass up the chance to take the One-Two Screw Crew to bed, I've seen that look in his eyes, your Greg. He might be all sweet and nice and innocent, but there's a little pervert inside screaming to get out. Trust me--you know I can spot them--and Greg's one of 'em. I don't know what sort of fantasies that fiance of yours has in that good little catholic boy heart of his, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind a threesome."
"I don't know, Shel..."
Shelley's fingers were dancing over Elizabeth's lips and once in a while would dip upwards to tease a hardened clitoris begging for attention. Elizabeth was having difficulty staying upright, and found herself leaning back into her friend, at the same time providing the blonde ever greater access.
"Imagine this, Lizzie," continued the blonde. "After the wedding, after Greg's finally popped your cherry, after you've drained your new husband dry, I come in and join you--I'm sure we can give him some new life upon seeing his new bride and her maid of honor dyking it out, all dressed up in wedding paraphernalia--guys go crazy for that stuff, you know that, and Greg's not gonna be any different."
"Shel..."
"It'll be like in the good old days--the One-Two Screw Crew back in action, getting it on while a guy looks on, until he can't help himself and jump in the fray. Except this time--" and Shelley punctuated her statement by pressing the tip of her finger between her friend's lips, breaching her pussy and eliciting a deep moan from the redhead, "this time, you'll be the one with your legs wrapped around the guy's waist, getting plowed by a thick cock while I'll be the cum-craving slut slobbering all over it afterwards while it's still wet with your juices."
Elizabeth shivered and trembled under Shelley's treatment and her words--she could see it way too easily, her Greg rutting inside her, fucking her hard, her legs wrapped in fine white stockings clinging to him, her hands clasping his shoulders, shivering in orgasm after orgasm as he unloads deep inside her, and then her best friend, her dear best friend with her naughty fingers and even naughtier tongue swoops in and cleans off her new husband's cock and sets about to get him hard again for yet another round of debauchery.And Elizabeth knew that she would let her best friend fuck her husband, and she would play with the blonde's small breasts while she did so, and she shivered at her husband's reaction and realization at exactly what kind of girl he had married, and she also knew, deep down inside, that Shelley was right, and that Greg would unleash his inner animal, his inner repressed self, and that he would embrace it, embrace her, all of her.
She turned her head and Shelley's face was right there next to her, and her lips were there, close by, rosy and wet and smiling, and Elizabeth leaned forward and her lips pressed her best friend's, and they kissed, softly but with growing passion, and the kiss stifled the moan that rose from Elizabeth's throat as Shelley's fingers found their target and drummed a slow burning orgasm from the redhead who would have collapsed as her knees buckled had Shelley not held her up.
By the time the salesgirl returned to see how Elizabeth was faring, the two women had readjusted their clothes, Elizabeth was breathing normally, and Shelley was smiling while sucking the tip of one of her fingers, a smile on her face.
"We'll take the dress," said Elizabeth.
(Yeager Airport, Charleston, West Virginia. Now.)
Daniel followed Shawbank down the hallway of the airport, towards the car rental stations. He tugged at his new suit, vaguely uncomfortable. Then he shook his head. Had he taken that job with the Advanced American Institute for Democracy, he thought, he'd probably have had to wear a suit anyways. Lose-lose on that front. He looked at Shawbank, who was dressed in a suit of her own, covered with her long leather jacket. "So what's the plan?" he asked.
"First, car. Second, hunt." She did not turn to look at him. She had said little on the flight, closing her eyes and remaining motionless for the hour-long hop. "Did you read the report?"
The report. Before leaving, Brisecoeur had transferred a detailed internal report on Specials to Daniel's tablet computer, and Daniel had perused it before boarding and during the flight. What he had read still sounded incredible to him, even taking into account his own experiences at Darnell University over the previous year. At least then Cindy had suggested that whatever had happened to the girls was a combination of drugs and neurolinguistic programming, as she had called it. But what this report hinted at was something else altogether.
"Magic? Really? You want me to believe in magic now?" He shook his head, grunting. "Tell me you're joking." The thought of Shawbank cracking a joke was funny in and of itself.
The report had pointed out, among other things, that Specials were characterized by their ability to affect the decision-making centers of human females, as well as their memory and automatic responses. Some neurological pathways involving the amygdala, the hippocampus, the medial temporal lobes memory structures, and the parietal cortex were described by way of hypothetical mechanism explaining the effect. The mechanism required skin contact, although the extent of the contact, the length of the contact, as well as the depth and strength of the affectation depended on unknown factors that varied on a case-by-case basis. Brisecoeur appended a list of typical cases going back five years, highlighting Specials from the weakest that had to lay hands on a victim's back for four hours to exert a mild change in a decision that the victim did not feel strongly about to more powerful Specials who could control up to three women at the same time with barely a touch of the fingertip through cloth. Specials had been known to be able to affect animals as well, the closer to the genetic makeup of Homo Sapiens, the more effective their control. Estimates for the number of Specials in the United States at the present ranged between one and five thousand, a number that tripled once latent Specials were included. The estimates for world-wide population were unavailable, but believed to be a lesser fraction of the population.
"No joke. And we don't talk here," Shawbank whistled. "In the car."
They approached the car rental counter, where a timid young man--clearly subdued by the cold tall woman with the striking raven-black hair who was dominating him without raising her voice--handed them their keys and pointed them to a sliding door. Shawbank headed out without looking back, her boots clacking on the hard floor.
In the car--a nondescript dark G6--Shawbank sat behind the wheel and navigated them out of the rental lot and to the airport exit.
"So, magic?" asked Daniel.
"Not magic. Did you read Appendix C of the report?"
"You mean the medical gobbledygook? I'm sorry, but I skipped Advanced Neurobiology at Darnell."
"Biochemistry, actually. Although there does seem to be a neurological component involved in the Specials' physiology. In short: a Special's neurological system--their sympathetic system most likely--seems to undergo a mutation, and to carry impulses that can affect specific biological markers in a victim's cells. Those markers are responsible for the production of specific proteins that affect very specific regions of the brain."
"Like a virus, then?"
"Same idea. But much faster. The exact process is still not understood."
"You realize that sounds completely crazy, right? Someone touching someone and poof--something happens inside someone that immediately affects their brain?"
Shawbank gave a thin joyless smile. "Crazy. Yes. But true. Just wait until you see it."
Daniel wanted to ask Shawbank whether Cargyle had been a Special. His name did not appear in the list Brisecoeur had given him.
"The report said something about effects on the... the Specials."
"Nuts. The Specials generally go nuts."
"What do you mean?"
She gave him a sidelong glance. "What I said. They go nuts. Best guess--the mutation of the neurological system of the Special does actual damage in the long run, and causes a severe form of psychosis. Exact form of the psychotic episodes vary based on the psychological traits of the Special in question. They're dangerous, Malcolm. Not much better than rabid animals. Always keep that in mind."
"So are we going to get the police to help us? The feds?"
Shawbank shook her head. "No. Not unless we absolutely have to. Cops tend to... react badly to learning about this. And when they react badly, they talk. And when they talk, people panic. How do you think the plebeians would react to knowing that they have people who can control minds in their midst? The less people know about this, the better."
Before Daniel could retort, Shawbank had turned to flash him a hard look. "Same goes for you, Malcolm. You do not talk about this to people outside ADCorp, and even then, not even to people outside of IE Division, understood?"
Daniel nodded. "Of course."
"I'm serious," she added, a hint of threat in her voice.
When are you not? he thought. "I won't say a word."
"Good."
Shawbank drove in silence, leaving the city proper. The scenery turned agrarian in the blink of an eye.
"So where do we start?" asked Daniel.
"You tell me. You read the data Brisecoeur gave us?"
"I did. Let's see." He pulled out his tablet computer, flipped it to the appropriate page of notes he had made. "In the past twelve months, there have been fifty-one first-child births with possible conception on the parents' wedding night. Analysis projected a total of thirty-five births with those characteristics, with a variance of three point six. Problem is, we don't know which of those sixteen births are extra." Daniel impressed himself with how collected and knowledgeable he could sound--he felt he had no real idea what was going on and what was expected of him.
"Good. What's our first step, then?"
She was testing him. "Well, I guess we go and interview those fifty-one mothers, get their stories. Your theory is that there is a single person--a Special--that impregnated those women--"
"Not all of them."
"Right, not all of them. Your theory is that a Special impregnated a subset of those women. So we interview the women and find the one man that has had an affair with some of those women."
"Problem. The Special probably wiped their memory."
"He can do that?"
"Yes. If he's got an ounce of sense. If he's an idiot, he'll be easy to find. But don't count on it. They're cunning."
"So we need to find someone that has slept with those women and that has... what? blanked their memories of the event?"
"Right."
"How are we going to do that."
"Again, you tell me. Who do we start with?"
"I don't know... does it matter?" He scrolled down the list of names Brisecoeur had provided them, trying to see if any of them stood out. "Oh. The vasectomy. The wife whose husband had a vasectomy. Natalie Grifford, nee Maynard."
Shawbank nodded.
Daniel brought up Grifford's file. "The child--a girl--born four months ago. Cesarean delivery. They live in... Beckley, West Virginia. Maybe half an hour from Charleston."
Daniel raised his head just in time to see the sign on the highway flash with the indication that the next exit was Beckley.
They found the house--a small bungalow in the outskirts of Beckley with a large yard and little by way of trees. Natalie Grifford answered the door, and let them in once Shawbank explained they were with ADSec, a security agency investigating a string of unexplained events in the area.
"Thank you for talking to us, Mrs. Grifford," Shawbank said, following the blonde to the dining room. "I'm Agent Shawbank, this is Agent Malcolm."
Grifford nodded to Daniel. "Would you like some tea? The water just boiled. I was... the little one's finally asleep, and I have been craving a tea for the past..." She did not finish her sentence.
Daniel looked at her. The woman looked tired.
"No thank you, Mrs. Grifford," replied Shawbank. "But please go ahead."Grifford moved to the kitchen to one side of the dining room and pulled a box of tea sachets from the cupboard.
Daniel looked at her carefully. She was medium height, perhaps five feet six, with a slim frame and nice curves. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail that wanted to curl up over her shoulders. She was dressed leisurely for a day at home taking care of an infant, with grey sweatpants and a T-shirt. Even in her casual clothes, there was a certain elegance and grace in her demeanor. He tried to look for any sign that she had been affected by a Special, but he saw nothing, if there was even something to look for.
"We will only take a moment of your time, Mrs. Grifford," said Shawbank, sitting at the dining table. Daniel followed suit.
"Sure. Whatever. It's just nice to talk to someone who's not spitting on you every five seconds..."
Natalie Grifford came back with a steaming mug--"World's Sexiest Mom"--and sat down at one end of the table, cradling the mug in both hands. "What's this about?"
Shawbank took control of the questioning. She was serious and did not crack a smile. Daniel did not know what role he was meant to play in the interview, so he listened while trying to maintain a more pleasant composure to contrast with Shawbank.
"This is about what happened to you twelve months ago, Mrs. Grifford. Events that led to the birth of your daughter, Chloe Grifford. It has come to our attention that there have been some questions about the identity of the father?"
Natalie Grifford frowned and clutched the mug harder. "What... what is this about? What are you asking exactly?" The tension in the room shot up immediately. Shawbank's expression changed not at all.
"Mrs. Grifford, what do you know about the man that impregnated you?"
Natalie Grifford's back straightened, and she looked from Shawbank to Daniel and back, moisture forming in her eyes. She had trouble forming words, and when she did, her voice was shaking. "Who... what are you saying? Who... who are you people?" She was starting to stand up, and still Shawbank's expression never changed--she kept her eyes on Grifford, studying her every movement.
Daniel decided to intervene. "Mrs. Grifford, please. We are... investigating a suspect in a series of cases involving severe sexual harassment and assault, and one of our leads led to you. We are looking for a very bad man, Mrs. Grifford, and we need your help to stop him. Please."
Grifford, half standing in her chair, stared at him for a long time before sitting back down. "I did not cheat on my husband, Agent Malcolm," she said, keeping her voice steady.
"We know, Mrs. Grifford," replied Shawbank. "We have our theories about what might have happened to you. But before we can explore those, we would like to hear your side of the story."
Grifford looked at Shawbank for a beat before shrugging; her shoulders drooped low, and she held her head in her hands. "I wish I could help you, but I... I don't know what happened. I mean, nothing happened!"
"Could you walk us through your wedding day?"
Grifford looked up and stared beyond both of them, a gentle smile creeping on her face. "Best day of my life," she said. "We had the ceremony at this little chapel in Beckley, where my mother got married, and it was just perfect--there was a question about whether the organist we had hired could make it that day because of a flu, but she did--and then we took pictures and it was like a dream. We had our reception at the Ramada up in Charleston, with maybe a hundred and thirty people, and we danced and we laughed and everybody had a lot of fun."
"Nothing weird happened during the day?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"And the wedding night?" asked Shawbank.
Grifford blushed slightly and smiled. "It went great. I mean, Steve and I... I mean, we weren't virgins or anything, so..."
"Anything weird happened that night or later?"
Grifford shook her head. "Nothing. This is Beckley, Agent Shawbank. Nothing ever happens here, weird or otherwise."
"And yet, there you were, nine months after your wedding, pregnant, with a child that could not have been your husband's because of his vasectomy."
Grifford blushed again, this time with anger. "Except I did not cheat on my husband!"
"Huh, vasectomies have been known to reverse themselves," Daniel interrupted. "Do we know for certain that the child is not your husband's?"
A sad look passed over Grifford's face, and she nodded. "She's not his. Steve had a paternity test done when Chloe was born." Her eyes were rimmed with red now. "That's when..." She took a deep breath to steady herself. "That's when Steve threatened to leave--he was so upset..." She paused for a long time, staring off into space.
"Mrs. Grifford," said Shawbank, "do you think we could have a copy of the report for the paternity test? It may help us identify the father."
Grifford looked at Shawbank, seeming to come back from afar. "What?" She shook her head. "Oh, yes, yes, of course. I think..." She looked around the room, looking lost for a moment. "I think we put it..." She stood and headed for a cabinet on one side of the room with shelves holding a few books and various pieces of decorated ceramics. She opened a drawer in the lower part of the cabinet and pulled out folders and papers, looking through them quietly.
"Did you make those, Mrs. Grifford," asked Daniel, to break the silence that had fallen in the room.
Grifford raised her eyes for a moment to see where Daniel was looking before getting back to searching through the papers. "No, Steve--my husband--he's an amateur potter, has been for a good six years now. That's how we met, in fact--" she smiled, "when I was looking for a gift for my mother at the local crafts fair two years ago. Ah, there it is."
She returned with an envelope. "I'm not sure how to copy..."
Shawbank extended her hand. "May I?" She took the envelope, extracted the papers it contained, and laid them on the table. She then pulled out a small camera and photographed them.
"You said... you said you had theories for what could have happened?" asked Grifford, looking at Daniel.
"Yes..." he said, slowly, looking at Shawbank. He was not sure how much he should tell, and suspected that anything close to the truth would completely freak the poor woman.
Shawbank pulled him out of trouble. "Yes. One of our current working theories involve one or more males coating underwear in stores or perhaps in manufactures with semen mixed in with a product to keep the sperm viable for long periods of time."
Grifford made a face. "Urgh! That'd work? But I wash everything I buy first thing..."
Shawbank looked up while putting the papers back in the envelope. "Did you soak your underwear in bleach for at least twenty-four hours before wearing them?"
Grifford looked taken aback. "No..."
"Washing them with normal detergent in the standard wash-rinse cycle would not eliminate the product, according to our analyses."
"Oh. Wow. That's... that's... that's disgusting."
"Indeed, Mrs. Grifford. And we will try our very best to catch the responsible parties. But as I said, it is but one of our theories, and we are exploring all options. Including something that may have happened at your wedding."
Before Grifford could answer, the front door opened, and both Daniel and Shawbank turned. "It's Steve," said Grifford. "Baby, we're here."
Steve Grifford, a tall man with short dark hair in a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, stepped into the dining room, eyeing the two agents with a question in his eyes. "Hey," he said, stepping next to his wife and kissing her on the lips. He noted her reddened eyes. "Are you okay? What are these folks doing here?"
"They're here to help find the man who... well..."
"Mister Grifford--Agent Shawbank, with ADSec." She flashed an identification card. "We're here to investigate the events that led up to the unexpected pregnancy of your wife."
Steve Grifford made a face, and tried to hide it immediately. Daniel figured that there was still a lot of tension in the couple on that topic. He noted the body language--husband and wife were close, although he sometimes leaned away from her, especially when the topic of the pregnancy came into play. Daniel doubted that Steve Grifford was even aware he was doing it.
"Of course, anything we can do to help. I mean, what happened was just... crazy."
"Anything you can tell us, Mister Grifford? Anything you noticed around the time of the wedding, anything out of the ordinary? Think back to the ceremony, or the reception. It doesn't have to be big, or it may seem completely unimportant to you, but it may be a clue."
Daniel, who was still trying to understand the subtleties of the body language of the couple--the intensive training he had received over the past three months had kicked in, clearly--saw the shadow that flickered over Steve Grifford's face. He looked over at Shawbank, but her expression had remained as cold and neutral as it always was.
"Offhand, no, I can't think of anything, no. It was... I mean, it was a wedding. I mean, it was beautiful."
Natalie Grifford looked at her husband, a smile on her face. "It was, wasn't it?" She hugged her husband's arm and leaned over for another kiss.
A wail to shatter windows cut through the domestic scene. Natalie Grifford jumped, then excused herself. "That's Chloe, clamoring for her late afternoon snack, I'm afraid. I'm going to have to go. Steve--" she turned to her husband, "should be able to answer your questions."
Shawbank glanced at Daniel and held his gaze for three long seconds before calling after Natalie. "Would you mind if I head up with you, Mrs. Grifford? I would like to ask you a few questions about the guests at your wedding."
"Not at all," replied Natalie Grifford, heading up the stairs. Shawbank followed after her.Daniel was left with Steve Grifford, who had pulled a beer bottle from the fridge and was pouring it into a tall glass. "Would you like one, Agent..."
"Malcolm, sir. No, thank you."
Daniel had the gut feeling that Shawbank had seen the shadow pass over Steve Grifford's face a minute earlier and had left him to explore the meaning of it, man to man.
"Mister Grifford--"
"Steve, please." Grifford sat down at the table and grabbed his head in his hands, unknowingly mimicking his wife not twenty minutes earlier.
Upstairs, the cries of the babies had gone up a level.
"Okay, Steve. Huh... Are you okay?"
Grifford replied without looking up. "Ever felt like there's stuff happening in your world that you have no clue about and that you feel completely unable to control?"
"Until a year ago, no, not at all, but I've made up for it since," thought Daniel. "It has happened, yes. Sucks."
"You can say that again." Grifford took a long swallow from his glass.
The baby upstairs--Chloe--had calmed down, and the house was silent once more.
"Mist... Steve, may I ask you a question?"
"That's what you're here for, isn't it?"
"When my colleague asked you about anything odd about your wedding, you made a face..."
Grifford made a face again, this time without trying to hide it.
"Is there anything you would like to tell me?" Daniel glanced at the glass of beer. "Anything would help finding the son of a bitch that did this to you and your wife. The man that tried to ruin your life."
Grifford's face clenched, and he looked like he was about to scream or hurl his glass at something. But then an expression of despair crossed his features, and he grabbed his head in his hands once more.
"I don't know... I mean, it's all been so weird, you understand? Getting married to this wonderful woman, even though I can't have children because of a rare genetic disease that would condemn any kid of mine to almost certain misery, and then bang! Learning that my new wife is pregnant, with a kid that cannot come from me! Bang!"
"But there is something else..."
Grifford's smile was bittersweet. "You know how sometimes someone you love surprises you, I mean, in a good way, but in a way you never expected?"
Daniel nodded, noncommittally.
"Well, Natalie's been... I don't know... she's..." Grifford took a deep breath, followed by a swallow of beer. "It's crazy, it's got nothing to do with anything, it's just..."
"Steve, please. It's hard to know in advance what's useful and what's not. What my colleague said was true: every little bit helps. Even if it looks unrelated. Because it's not. Everything's connected. Everything affects everything else." Great, now I'm sounding like a holistic bonehead. Way to go, Daniel. If that doesn't shut him up, nothing will.
But Grifford nodded, as if agreeing with the statement. He took another deep breath. "Maybe a month after we got married, before we knew she was pregnant, Nat and I went to a party with friends of ours, and she hooked up with an old friend from high school, a cute little blonde, real sexy. And, to cut the story short, we spent the night together, the three of us. If you know what I mean..."
Daniel nodded. "I take it this sort of thing hadn't happened before?"
"No. I mean, I wanted it to--fuck--sorry--what guy doesn't, right? Two beautiful women together. I mean, at some point, I did say that to Natalie, that it was sort of a fantasy of mine, like many other guys, and she'd given me a bit of grief about it. But last thing I expected was for her to make the first move and make it happen. I didn't even know she... she was into girls, you know? But she's the one that made the move on her friend, making out with her before coming to get me and telling me that if I wanted to I could do her and Sasha. I thought she was teasing me until she dragged me to the bedroom and there was Sasha, naked, on the bed, with her legs spread, and Nat just took off her dress and lay down between her friend's legs and just like that started eating her out, shaking her little ass to get me to go behind her and..."
Grifford stopped, realizing what he was saying and who he was saying it to.
Daniel gave a smile and nodded. "Lucky man," he said to maintain a connection.
"No kiddin'. Best night of my life. Nat was like an animal in bed that night, you wouldn't believe." He looked up at the stairs, to see if his wife was getting back down, as if he should not be telling Daniel any of this, hesitating.
"There's more?" asked Daniel.
Grifford sighed, nodded slightly, his eyes still on the stairs. "It's been like that ever since, you know? If we go out and I just happen to look at a girl--you know, she used to get pissed at me, even if it was just a casual look, just my eyes flying over--but now she'll snuggle up to me and whisper in my ear that she looks... you know... fuckable, and she'll ask me whether I'd like her to join us in bed, and you know, I say no, of course not, but she'll insist that she won't mind, that she'll go and talk to her and try to convince her, her or anyone, and..." His face reddened.
Daniel nodded softly. "As I said," he smiled, "lucky man. And I take it she was sincere."
"Oh yeah. We... well... you know, I told her once that, you know, to shut her up, get her to quit teasing me, that yeah, that one girl was pretty sweet, and next thing you know Nat's off to talk to the girl and fuck me if she's not coming over for a drink at the house later that night and Nat and her made out right there in the living room and..." He shook his head again, stopped speaking.
Daniel digested everything he had been told and considered Grifford's reaction. It was not the reaction of a man that had his fantasy handed to him on a silver platter. It was the reaction of a man who fears he has made a deal with the Devil.
* * *
"So what did he have to hide?" asked Shawbank once they were in the car.
Daniel repeated what Steve Grifford had told him as Shawbank drove away from the bungalow. "I think that's one of the reasons he stayed, why he gave her a second chance, why he accepted the kid even though it wasn't his," he concluded.
Shawbank gave a sharp nod. "Sure. Wife's happy to fulfill your deepest fantasy, over and over again. That shifts the equation."
"And he clearly loves her," added Daniel.
Shawbank shot him a hard glance, but did not comment. "So what have we learned?" she asked, instead.
"Well, she seems to have no memory of the event, and I tend to believe her on that account. We do have a DNA test for the child, which can help us narrow down suspects." He tried to read Shawbank's expression. "But you think I'm missing something?"
"Yes."
Shawbank hooked her communication earpiece and thumbed a button on its side. "Brisecoeur? Do a narrowed search on the women in our target set. Correlate with any change in behavior coinciding with their wedding." She paused, listening. "Focus on behavioral changes of a sexual nature, read broadly." Another pause. "Yes. Shawbank out."
Daniel interpreted the exchange.
"You think whoever did this also made it so that the wife would indulge in threesomes? That's... weird."
Shawbank's lips curled slightly. "You better start getting used to weird, kid." | 3 |
116,329 | A Wedding and an Assignment | He follows the girl through the hallways of City Hall, trying hard to make it seem like he is not following her. Thankfully, there are enough people mulling about, looking busy, worried, and overwhelmed, that it is as easily done as said.
He is curious where she is going. Her marriage ceremony--a civil wedding at City Hall, not uncommon, but decidedly not the norm in the area--is set to start in less than half an hour. A small wedding, by the way those things are measured, but the reception to follow would be larger, with a luxurious reception hall reserved at a hotel down the street. A good hundred guests are expected, most of them young--friends of the couple.
The girl turns a corner in the hallway after a quick look around, and he tries to camouflage himself among the people milling about. He is dressed in his dark suit, and he can pass off as a civil servant fairly easily, at least if he hides his face a little bit.
He approaches the corner and risks a look. The hallway beyond is empty. He can hear the sound of her high heels on the floor further down, past another corner. He hurries as silently as possible to that corner and peeks around.
There she is, nearing a door in that deserted hallway. He takes a moment to admire her; her wedding dress is short and tight--too short and too tight, uncharitable souls might say, but it does a perfect job emphasizing the girl's astonishing legs, long and toned and sheathed in sheer white silk stockings. Her face is half-covered with a thin veil, tied to a small hat sitting atop her long blonde hair.
He has no time to contemplate his next step, however, as the bride quickly turns towards a man who is approaching from the other direction. The man is tall, tanned, with a South-American vibe. The bride does not say a word when she sees him, but simply welcomes him in her arms, and he kisses her hard, pulling her against him. If the way they kiss does not make it clear what is going on, the way she lifts her leg and rubs it against his and lets him run his hand underneath her thigh does. Stumbling, still kissing, they open the door and almost tumble their way inside.
He watches the couple disappear into the room, dumbfounded for a moment. The South-American man with the bride was not the groom--who is a short, rather tubby young man, with all the self-confidence of a beaten puppy. As far as he can tell, the only thing the groom has going for him is a wealthy family and a healthy trust fund. Not that love has never flourished in such arid soil, but the scene he has just witnessed suggests that perhaps the bride is not altogether head-over-heels for her new groom.
Which leaves him wondering what to do next. He has been looking forward to this, to this new Vessel for his Ministry, one worthy of his Seed, but the girl is cavorting before her own wedding, blatantly cheating on her husband-to-be. It brings her worth into question, and he does not need such questioning at this point. He is aroused, he is primed, his Seed is looking for release and to spread itself out into the world and cry out for reverence and adoration.
He remains staring at the vaguely yellowing wall before him for a long time, unable to contemplate an alternate plan. He is feeling depressed and restless at the same time, a feeling he does not care for. The anticlimax of the events is hitting him hard, and he is still revved up from his imagining the coupling that has been aborted.
The door where the couple has disappeared opens again, jerking him out of his reverie. He steals a glance around the corner to see the tall South American, a broad satisfied smile on his face, adjust his suit and walk away.
The door is closed. He does not take a moment to think, and when he figures the South-American man is far enough, he tiptoes to the door and opens it as quietly as possible. It is not locked. He sneaks in and locks the door behind him.
"Did you forget something again, Fernando?" The voice is vaguely mocking, and he braces himself for a difficult few seconds before he can overpower her. This is always the most dangerous part of the operation. He really has to find a better way to approach his Vessels.
He turns around and sees that the girl is adjusting her stockings up her long legs. Her back is to him, and she is concentrating on snapping the garter. The sight is mesmerizing--she has a foot up on a chair--and he almost ruins his plans by his staring.
"Fernando? What--" She starts to look up, and he moves as swiftly as he can.
He bridges the space in the small disaffected office--empty but for an old-fashioned desk and a chair and a pile of boxes gathering dust alongside one wall--and puts his hand on the girl's shoulder. The usual sensation runs up his arm, mysterious and welcome at the same time. The girl's face grows blank for a few seconds, before regaining some expression.
He looks at her--Corrina, that is her name. Corrina Wolf, soon to be Corrina Larsen. She is looking right back at him with an expression that matches her maiden name. Her eyes dart down from his face down to his chest and further down to his groin before heading back up. There is no indication of what she thinks of him, and despite the hold he knows he has on her, he shivers. This woman is a predator, he knows, a woman who knows how to dominate, who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. Thankfully, he has some help in that department himself.
"Corrina, I am your Lord, your Savior. I am the Light that illuminates your life and reveals the Truth. You are my Servant. You are my Vessel."
She looks him right in the eyes, and he can swear he sees her desire swell tenfold. "I am, my Lord. I am your servant. Your vessel."
"Who was that, before?" he asks her.
"Fernando, my Lord."
He has figured that much already. "No, I mean. Who is he? Have you been seeing him long?"
"I met him a week ago, my Lord. An enjoyable man. Great ass. And a wonderful lover with a nice tool." His Vessels, once they acknowledge his Divinity, are often without shame, but it is a lack of shame that talks of their openness to him, of their faith in him. Corrina's shamelessness, in contrast, he feels is more of a shout of pride, a show of domination, a claim of independence.
"Corrina. Strip." She will do as a Vessel, after a suitable behavioral correction, but he will treat her with the respect she deserves, which was none.
Corrina reaches behind her, unhooks her dress, and shuffles out of it in a move that makes her breasts bounce in the shelf bra before it sends the dress to pool down at her feet.
She has a perfect body, hard and tight, like her character. A tattoo of a snake can be seen sneaking out of her panties and up her left side.
He is already hard, of course, but seeing her stripped to her underwear with a pair of thigh-high white stockings and heels--and her bridal veil--increases his arousal. Especially since she naturally strikes a pose that emphasizes her assets, a pair of large breasts that look rather artificial.
"Take off your bra. Did he fuck you?" He needs her to say it.
"Oh yes, my Lord--just a quickie because I'm getting married now." She reaches behind her again to unclasp her bra, which she pulls off in a smooth motion that imparts just the right wiggle to her breasts. "But it should hold me over until he can fuck me properly." She stands before him, large spectacular breasts naked for his perusal.
Artificial indeed, but also hypnotic. He finds himself glad he is a God and thus able to subjugate her, because a small part of him worries that she would have easily wrapped him around her finger otherwise.
He makes to reach with a hand and touch the fleshy globes before him, and is surprised to find himself hesitating. Which makes him almost angry, and he grabs a breast with a firm hand and presses and squeezes and generally manhandles the flesh without regard to her comfort. How dare she challenge him?
Corrina moans under his attention, and she pushes her chest forward exaggeratedly.
"I'm sure Fernando likes these big boobs of yours," he says. "Did he come inside of you?" That worries him a lot--it would ruin his plans for the day.
"No," she says, suppressing another moan as his fingers find her large nipple and twist it. "He came in my mouth. He always does. He likes to come in my mouth. Says it's just proper for a slut like me."
Fernando's not wrong, he thinks. But a Vessel is a Vessel is a Vessel. And he is already committed. "Good," he says. "On this, your wedding day, you were chosen to be a Vessel for my Seed, and it would not do to mix that Seed with the seed of a lowly minion."
There will be no kissing. Not that he has any particular desire to. She does not arouse feelings of love and respect from him, feelings that might lead him to treat her like a beloved Concubine, but instead he feels the need to tame her, to teach her a lesson.
He pulls up the chair in the middle of the room and sits on it, after removing his pants. His erect cock is sticking straight out, as was proper of a God. The sight always makes him swell with pride."Take those off," he tells Corrina, gesturing to her white, almost translucent panties. There is little time for niceties, and he is in any event not in the mood for them. "Then come sit on your God's lap and swallow his Sword."
She flashes a grin--she was eager for it, an eagerness that is much more than just the result of his power over her--Fernando was more correct than he probably would have cared to admit. She slips the panties down her legs with practiced ease, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy, its lips still red from the pounding she has just been subject to.
Without a word, she runs a hand over those same lips and shivers. She is leading him on, he knows, and she is doing a phenomenal job of it. With her stockings, heels, and her veil, with her hand between her legs and large, inflated breasts bouncing on her chest, she looks like an ad for a cheap fetish store. Except for the fact that she is too good-looking to feature in such an ad.
"Come receive tribute from your Lord," he tells her, torn between disgust and desire.
"With pleasure, my Lord." She walks towards him slowly, one foot in front of the other, swaying her ass, swinging her breasts, inviting, demure, hungry.
As she is about to straddle him, he raises his hand. "Stop. Turn around. You have displeased your Lord by having a lover defile your face, and you will not get your mouth near me. You will mount me with your back turned, in a proper show of contrition."
If Corrina is displeased, she does not show it. She turns around and wiggles her toned posterior right in front of his face, drawing his attention to the pussy lips peeking between her thighs, clearly wet with her juices.
And then she sits on his lap, grasping his cock in her hand to guide it inside her. She does not spend any time adjusting to his size, merely sinks and impales herself upon him, letting out a long moan as she takes him all inside her tight pussy.
He gasps. She is tight, tighter than he expected. Here she is, sitting on his lap, impaled on his shaft, squeezing it hard from inside, milking it, shifting her hips back and forth and left to right, pressed down into him, a moan growling in her throat as she seems to please herself with his shaft. For two full minutes, she does not pull herself off from his lap, content to hold him inside her and grind away in a circular motion, a sublime lap dance if not for the cock skewering her.
When he finally moves and puts his hands on her hips, she groans louder and lifts herself up from his cock before slamming down onto it. "Fuck yes!" she moans, before doing it again. And again.
He is holding on for the ride, surprised by her ardor. His Vessels love the feel of him inside them, and they are enthusiastic when he orders them to be, but this one, she is consumed by a hunger that baffles him.
She takes his hands in hers and lifts them to her breasts, pressing them on the large globes of flesh. "Squeeze my big tits! Squeeze them! Fuck yes! Yes! Fuck me, my Lord! Fuck me! FUCK--"
As he kneads her breasts with his fingers, marveling at the feel of the silicon-enhanced flesh, Corrina's movements get jerkier, her moans and groans louder, and she slams herself down more and more violently on his lap, only to finally press down and grind her ass down with his shaft as deep within her as it will go--and like that, she comes, freezing up and clenching, a scream caught mid-throat. The way her pussy seizes up almost makes him spill his Seed right then and there.
She collapses onto him, her back to his chest, breathing hard, his cock still inside her. With a moan, she takes one of his hands and brings it to her face, slipping his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it like she might a cock presented to her face by a lover. She sucks on it lovingly, with little sounds of appreciation, and soon her hips start bucking lightly in time with her ministrations. She is getting going again--he has to admit, her enthusiasm for the sexual act is starting to be contagious--he has to fight back a smile.
But he is running out of time. He has to move on to his duties. It will not take too long. He frees his hand--despite Corrina's whimper of protestation--and puts both of them back on her hips and guides her while he starts to thrust into her to her renewed delight.
"Oh! Yes! Fuck me, my Lord!" she groans, reaching back with her hand over her head to caress his face.
It was time. "Corrina," he says, thrusting his hips upwards to meet her descending thrusts, "I will now baptize you into your new faith. You will accept my Seed deep into your womb, and carry it to term so that you can bring forth a new generation of worshippers for your Lord. Tell me, do you want my Seed?"
"Fuck! I want your cum, my Lord! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
It is a good thing she accepts him so readily, because he would not have been able to resist much longer. She milks him thoroughly, her pussy a warm sheath like a blow job from angels.
He settles back into his chair, and lets her do much of the work, enjoying the feeling of having his Divine Seed coaxed out of him by a professional pussy. He feels the rush of orgasm arrive slowly, building up inexorably, until his balls are ready to explode and he resists the urge to thrust and rides the wave until it finally breaks and he stiffens as he is engulfed and then he comes, hard, spurting jets after jets of cum into Corrina's womb, to the vocal delight of the girl who presses down harder on his lap with a strident "Oh yes! Come inside me! Deep inside me!" as she succumbs to her own orgasm.
She lies back against him, into his chest, her hair in his face, breathing hard. He recovers slowly. They are under a time constraint--when is he not these days?--and he has something else to do.
"Corrina," he slurs, trying to remain present. "You are now a vessel of your Lord."
"Yes I am," she replies, a twitch in her pussy suggesting that she may be reawakened at the slightest touch. This girl is insatiable, he thinks.
"You and your soon-to-be husband are blessed. He shall be rewarded for offering his bride as a Vessel. Now, normally," he cannot help the meta-discourse, "your Lord would grant your soon-to-be-husband his innermost fantasy, as an acknowledgment for his generosity and sacrifice..."
He lets the sentence hang. This time, he has something different in mind. He will give her husband-to-be the gift that he does not even know he wants.
"A question for you first, Corrina. Do you love him?"
"Who, my Lord?"
"The man you are about to marry. After all, you are giving yourself away to other men..." Again, he lets the sentence hang.
"In a way, my Lord." She manages to sound thoughtful, despite her position, despite her short breath, despite the cock still embedded inside her. "He is kind, he is uncomplicated, and he is simply crazy about me. He will make an excellent husband, and eventually a wonderful father."
"So why are you giving yourself away to other men minutes before your own wedding?" He does not count himself, of course, because he is a God. But the Latino man from earlier was far from divine.
"Because he is not a skilled or imaginative lover, my Lord." One advantage with turning a woman into a Vessel, he thinks, is that she has no misgivings about speaking the truth, whatever it may be. It simplifies conversation enormously. "And I have needs, strong needs. I satisfy them when I can, with who I can. He knows, and he doesn't like it, but he loves me too much to let me go."
He nods. Not necessarily as bad as he feared, but something he can work with.
"Listen to me well, Corrina." He pulls her close against him, pressing his hands into her large breasts, squeezing. "You will love your soon-to-be husband. You will love him more than you've ever loved anything or anyone. All this sexual energy you have, all this desire, you will direct it all towards him. He will be the one who turns you on, he will be the one who makes you wet, he will be the one to fuel your fantasies. Do you understand?" He squeezes her breasts again.
Corrina moans against him, rubbing her ass on his lap, whether to try to arouse him or because she is itching to continue fucking is not clear. "I understand, my Lord. I will be my husband's little slut."
He grins. "Smart girl. Exactly. You will be a slut, but you will be your husband's little slut. He will be the alpha and the omega of your sexual fantasies, as is proper. He will be the one to say when you fuck, how you fuck, and even who you fuck. Whatever he says, it will arouse you. And you will do your best to keep him wanting you. In fact, making him want you will make you wet." He pauses, twisting her nipples, eliciting a deep groan. "What is your husband-to-be's name?"
"Reginald, my Lord."
"You will get a tattoo, as a surprise gift for your nuptials. You can put it wherever you want, but it has to be visible when you disrobe. It will say, 'Reginald's Slut.' Whenever you see it, you will be reminded and reinforced in your position as a slut to your husband. And it will turn you on."
Corrina moans even louder and pulls one of his hands down from her breasts to her crotch and presses his finger against her clitoris, shivering as she starts rubbing herself with his finger.
"I... I understand, my Lord," she says with a shaky voice.
"Good. You shall not remember meeting me today--your lover what's-his-name left you after your dalliance, your last dalliance before your married life in which you will pledge yourself fully to your husband, and you spent time preparing yourself for that new life. You shall never speak of any of this to anyone, ever."
"I understand, my Lord."
He is still hard, as expected. Which is good, because he wants some of what she gave to that man earlier. "Get down on your knees, Corrina, and worship this Divine Rod. Satisfy me with your mouth.Corrina wasted no time pulling herself from his lap and turned around to face him, her sumptuous body revealed in its full glory. He wondered where she would choose to get the tattoo.
"With pleasure--" she said, before bending down at the waist and slurping the head of his cock into her wet mouth, letting her big breasts dangle between his legs. Her lips felt amazing. She let the cock go and knelt down at his feet, looking up at him. "--My Lord."
And then she engulfed him into the tight confines of her mouth, taking most of his cock in, sucking and licking and slurping with all the enthusiasm of a dedicated Worshipper.
(Charleston, West Virginia. Ten months ago.)
Elizabeth Bowden answered the door with something akin to trepidation. "Jeez, calm down," she scolded herself. "You're not in high school anymore." She shook her head, laughing to herself.
"Too early?" Greg was there, holding a large bouquet of roses.
"Nope, just perfect."
He looked adorable with his bouquet. She let him in and took the flowers from him, making a show of appreciating their fragrance--they did smell wonderful--and then stepped up to him to kiss him. Whether he was expecting a chaste kiss or not was rendered moot by her forcefully pressing her lips onto his and driving her tongue into his mouth. Before he could recover, Elizabeth was sauntering away from him, practically giggling. She was so horny she was ready to explode.
She headed to the kitchen, put the flowers in a vase, and grabbed the popcorn she had just prepared and a few sodas.
"Living room," she said to her fiancé who was loitering near the entrance. He was staring at the custom-built wheelchair lift that ran alongside the staircase leading up to the higher floor of the house, a pensive look on his face. "My dad's not here," she said, guessing his thoughts. "He's gone for a few days on a field trip, with some of his vet buddies."
Greg must have caught the slight emphasis she had put on "gone" and "days," because he glanced at her and a little smile twitched on the corner of his mouth.
"Living room," she repeated, grinning.
They sat on the couch. "So what did you have in mind for tonight?" Greg asked.
"I don't know. I'm sort of in the mood for a movie. But I feel like staying in--"
"Clearly," Greg replied, looking meaningfully at the large bowl of popcorn.
She swatted him on the shoulder. "Jerk," she said with a smile. "Anyways. I thought we'd order a movie, cuddle up a bit, talk, drink some. And then..." Almost uncharacteristically, she hesitated. "Well... I was hoping that you could stay the night?"
Greg's smile answered her before the conversation caught up with him. "Really?"
"If you don't mind, that is..."
"I'd love it."
She breathed the sigh of relief she had not even noticed that she had held. "Now that's acting like a high schooler," she chided herself. "He's my fiancé, for God's sake!" But between her work and taking care of her disabled father, she had precious few opportunities to spend the night outside of her own home. And with her father's rather old-fashioned ideas about morality and propriety, there had been no chance of Greg spending the night here at home, fiancé or no fiancé. "He's so patient," she told herself, looking at her husband-to-be.
"What?" he asked.
"Just thinking how lucky I am," she replied, leaning over to kiss him. He was ready for it this time, and sank into the kiss with a passion rivaling her own. Before the kiss was over, she was pressing her body against his, and subtly rubbing her chest against his, loving the feeling it conveyed to her nipples, naked underneath the thin tee shirt she was wearing.
"Wow," said Greg, when he could catch his breath.
"Yeah," said Elizabeth, adjusting her shirt. She reached for the remote control. "So what do you feel like watching?"
Greg shook his head, as if to restore blood circulation. "Huh, I don't know. Anything really. Something light, maybe? Mindless action flick? Comedy? Something fun."
"Mmm... something light. Something fun." She pressed a few buttons, bringing up the On Demand menu, and thumbed through a few of the selections. She glanced sideways at Greg, who was busy running his hand on her bare leg, left uncovered by the shorts she wore. His hand felt nice, very nice.
She grinned as she thumbed down the menus and selected what she had toyed with watching in the back of her mind.
Greg looked up when the screen resized and turned black before the movie began. "So what did we choose?"
"Something light. Something fun." She cuddled up against him, her legs tucked underneath her, one arm wrapped behind him, the other resting on his stomach.
Greg looked at her strangely when he saw the Digital Playground logo flash during the opening credits. "Huh, Lizzie?"
"Sshhh..."
"Lizzie, do you know what you chose?"
"Told you. Something light. Something fun. Maybe something dirty." She turned her head towards him and grinned wickedly. She kissed him, another fierce kiss that sent tingles down to her crotch. She was sopping wet. This was going to be a great night.
They settled to watch the movie, and Elizabeth, cuddled up in Greg's arms, enjoyed the slight discomfort she could feel emanating from her fiancé. "Always keep them a little bit off balance, sweetie," her friend Shelley had always said.
When the first sex scene started on the screen, she felt Greg stiffen against her, and she pressed into him even more.
"You okay?" she whispered in his ear, enjoying the effect her breath had on him.
"Huh... yeah... it's just..."
"Don't tell me it's your first porno," she teased him. She pulled her right leg over his thigh and felt his erection against her flesh.
"No, of course not--I mean..."
"It's okay," she reassured him. "You're a man, I understand. Heck, I like them too, once in a while. They're a great way to, you know, get in the mood?"
When he turned to look at her, surprised, she grinned. She took his hand and pushed it under her shirt, up to her naked breast, which erupted in goosebumps at the touch. "We're going to be husband and wife soon--I think we should start to share, no? And besides, this may be... educational. You can show me exactly what you expect me to do to you when we're married...."
He stared at her a long moment, his hand squeezing her breast softly, while on the screen a fake blonde with a fake chest and a tendency to scream "Fuck me harder you fuckin' bastard!" at the top of her lungs was being taken roughly from behind. "Who's lucky now?" he asked.
Elizabeth grinned. "Oh, you haven't gotten lucky yet."
By the time the second sex scene of the movie was underway, she was rubbing Greg's hard-on through his pants, while he was pawing her breasts and kept trying to divert her attention from the movie.
"Lizzie, you're driving me crazy!"
"Good! Exactly the effect I was hoping for."
By the time the fake blonde in the second scene received her sperm shower from her beau, Elizabeth had Greg's cock out of his pants and was stroking him slowly.
"Tonight," she whispered as she turned to him, "this bad boy is all mine."
"No doubt about it," replied Greg, moaning and reaching down to kiss her.
For a moment, a flash of guilt stabbed through Elizabeth, and she did her best to push it away as her tongue wrestled with Greg's.
"What?" asked Greg.
"Nothing..."
"I thought you said we were supposed to share. That was a thought you had, and not a nice one."
"I..." She took a deep breath, looking Greg in the eyes. His cock was still hard in her hand. "I just hope you don't have... you know... too much hope for tonight."
He kissed her softly on the lips. "You mean, not to expect to make love to you tonight?"
She drowned in the kiss for a few seconds longer before nodding her head.
"Lizzie, you told me that you wanted to remain a virgin until we were married, and I told you before, that's fine with me. I mean," and his smile reached his eyes and made even his pockmarked face beautiful, "I'd love to be inside you, of course--but if it makes you happy to wait, then I'm happy to wait."
"It's not..." Another deep breath. "It's not that it makes me happy to wait. It's just..." She let go of his cock--anything else would have been wrong at that point. "I haven't told you why--"
"And you don't need to. That's what you want, and that's good enough for me."
"But not for me. I need you to know why... why I'm fighting even my own urges, because, frankly, I'd fuck you right here and now if not..." She sought the comfort of his arms. "It's stupid, really. But I promised my mum, several years ago, just before she died, that I'd wait. She told me she wanted my wedding night to be magical, and not to cheapen it by giving myself away before that. And then... and then she died, and all I have left is that promise..." She willed herself not to cry.
Greg's hand was in her hair, caressing it softly. On the screen, two girls were locked in a steamy sixty-nine, sloppily licking each other while a man watched them and stroked his impressive cock.
"It's okay," said Greg in a soft voice. "I understand. And don't worry about me--I'm not going anywhere. And if the pressure gets too much, well, I've got my own ways to keep me distracted. And we can still do other stuff, right?"
Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes wet, and he leaned down to kiss her, a gentle kiss that before too long she was returning with a passion that channeled the hurt she was trying to swallow back. She loved this man so much, and he understood her and was willing to give her time and space, and that love seemed to overflow her and she kissed him even harder and she pushed herself onto his lap and pressed her crotch against his cock and rubbed back and forth.
Greg's hands were now both underneath her shirt and were kneading her breasts hard, and she moaned in his mouth as her rubbing intensified.She was so aroused, on edge ever since she thought about the coming night, that she was hardly surprised when a shift in her hips lined up Greg's cock with her clitoris, and even through her panties and her shorts, the pressure was enough to trigger an orgasm that had her thrashing on Greg's lap.
When she had recovered, she stood up between his legs and pointed down. "Take off your pants."
As he shuffled on the couch to take them off, she pulled off her shirt, letting her breasts swing freely, her nipples reacting to the air and instantly turning into hard knobs. She shimmied off her shorts down her long legs and stood before Greg clad only in a pair of lacy panties whose crotch bore a large wet spot, witnessing how turned on she was.
She basked in the look of pure lust Greg gave her when she straightened up, his pants tossed away, his cock standing straight and proud and ready to inflict damage, his eyes shifting from her breasts to her legs up to her pussy, which gushed further as his gaze threatened to tear a hole through the flimsy fabric covering it. He was hungry for her, which was exactly how she wanted him to be.
She leaned down, bending at the waist, her hand on his thighs, and kissed him. Behind her, forgotten, a brunette was servicing two men at the same time amidst loud slapping sounds of flesh against flesh.
"You're amazing," said Greg, when Elizabeth freed his lips.
"And you haven't seen anything yet." She leaned further down, still keeping her legs straight, and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked hard, twirling her tongue all over the hard flesh. She straightened back up as Greg groaned. "Tell me, how do you feel about women that kneel between men's legs and give them sloppy head?"
Greg swallowed, reaching down to grasp one of her breasts hanging right before his eyes. "They're naughty," he said.
"And how do you feel about naughty women?" Her lips hovered a hair's breadth away from his.
"I like them. I really like them."
"Good," she replied, and sank to her knees and in one smooth motion took his cock into her mouth again--and this time not only the tip but the whole thing went in--and she let the hard shaft slide down her throat until her lips were pressed against his balls.
Greg made a sound that might have been a mix of a gasp and a swear word, and she let his cock slip out of her mouth.
"I plan on showing you exactly how I've managed to remain a virgin while still keeping my boyfriends satisfied and coming back for more all these years."
And she sank down on his cock, taking him to the hilt once more, this time sucking hard as she pulled back, and settled on a slow but steady rhythm of taking him down her throat and sucking loudly as he pulled back, over and over again, to the soundtrack of fucking from behind her. Glancing up, she was glad to see that Greg's attention was squarely on her and not on the television.
"Lizzie," he moaned, running his hand on the side of her face, "I'm not going to last very long if you keep that up." The throbbing in his cock confirmed his fears.
"Well then," she said, playing with a thread of saliva that connected the tip of his cock to her chin, "you should hurry up and figure out whether you want to come in my mouth or come on my face, don't you think?"
She had his cock deep in her throat again before Greg had any time to respond.
(Northern Maryland, near the Pennsylvania border. Now.)
Armand Brisecoeur was sitting at his console before his array of monitors, pouring over figures and data, pointing out interesting pieces of trivia to Daniel, who was trying to follow the Belgian's excited speech about topics that, as far as he could tell, had nothing to do with anything--rates of leakage of lead in a river in Wisconsin, the sharp fall in value of a local currency in Upstate New York, the subtle demographic changes in a medium-sized city in Arkansas.
"So what are we doing, exactly?" he had asked several times.
"Looking for a needle in a haystack, really." He pointed to the right-most screen, which was scrolling through rows and rows of numbers. "That's census data for the last hundred years, chopped and diced and sliced in every combination you can imagine and more, taken apart and put together to make it tell stories of the kind even Stephen King would have trouble making up."
When Daniel did not comment, Brisecoeur grinned. "I came up with many of these algorithms, you know--data crunching at a scale people have problem grasping. Just so you know, that was my job when I first joined the Corporation--that's what we call it, the Corporation. Only newbies and ass-sticks call it ADCorp. You should remember that. Anyways, it's great to be back to good ol' data analysis."
Daniel gave up getting a straight answer from the Belgian. "Back to data analysis? So what were you doing before this?"
"Internal Affairs. It's not as bad as Enforcement, but still it still gets to you after a while. And everyone looks at you funny."
"What's Enforcement?"
Brisecoeur shot Daniel a glance. "Sorry, can't tell you. It's a clearance issue. They take that shit seriously here. Another thing you should keep in mind. Curiosity's not good for career advancement. Anyways: between Internal Affairs, Enforcement, and Freak duty, give me Freak duty!"
"Okay. Let's try again. What the hell are those freaks you keep talking about?"
Brisecoeur looked at him for a beat, a pinched smile on his lips. He kept typing as he was doing so, and Daniel for a second saw his friend Radhu in Brisecoeur's stead.
"Freaks," said Brisecoeur, giving in. "Officially, the Corporation refers to them as Specials. But we just call them freaks. Because that's what they are. Freaks. Guys--because as far as we can tell, they're always guys--who are able to affect people's minds."
Daniel felt a sharp stab of anxiety pierce through his chest. Memories of the previous year came flooding back unbidden. Memories of friends forced to do things they would not normally do--Cindy, Serena, Kyra--Jenn. He willed himself to calm down, tried to not let any emotion show on his face. Thankfully, Brisecoeur was focused on the screens before him. "You mean, like hypnosis?"
Brisecoeur snorted, which degenerated into a coughing fit. "Ah! What freaks can do makes the best hypnotist you've never heard of look like a midget at an Olympic High Jump competition. It's more like telepathy. They get into the heads of people and shape them, twist them, scramble them. Girls. It's always girls, never boys, who are affected."
Brisecoeur tilted his head as something caught his attention on one of the monitors, and fired a volley of keystrokes before settling back down.
Daniel frowned. "Telepathy doesn't exist."
"Indeed. Telepathy is complete bull. I said it's like telepathy. What they do goes way beyond telepathy. They can't read minds. But they can--rewire stuff inside. We don't know exactly how it works. But all it takes is a touch, really. And poof, they're inside, messing with a girl's emotions and thoughts and memories. And our job is to catch them, and contain them, and study them so that we can cure them."
Daniel simply stared at the Belgian man.
Brisecoeur nodded. "It's okay. I didn't believe it either when I was told. And then I met my first freak. You'll see. I won't spoil the surprise for you." He paused. "They're dangerous, dude. Aside from the fact that they can seriously mess up someone, they tend to go nuts. All that power, it gives them delusions of grandeur. They go psychotic. Cuckoo. And then they start doing real damage."
"Was Doctor Cargyle a freak?"
Brisecoeur looked at Daniel. "What do you think?"
"When I met him, he didn't seem psychotic. He seemed... normal."
Behind Daniel, a cold voice responded. "Cargyle was a sociopath intent on bringing down the whole world. A new world order. Did you already forget how much damage he did?"
Daniel flinched. He turned to look at Shawbank who was strolling into the room with her typical slow-paced steps. She was dressed in black, as usual, the leather of her jacket creaking in the cold of the room.
"I did not forget." How could he?
"Good. Because if you forget that sort of thing, you're done for. If the Specials don't get you, I will."
Daniel did not know if Shawbank was serious or not. Her face remained as expressionless as ever.
"Brisecoeur," she addressed the Belgian, "what have we got?"
Brisecoeur tapped on his keyboard, isolating a monitor and directing Shawbank's attention to it. "The usual. Computer's outlined some interesting statistics, some possible leads, but nothing jumped out at me. There's a bit of an economic dip in Upstate New York for no particular good reason, and it seems correlated with some local barter money fluctuating on the local market, but I couldn't push the analysis very far."
Shawbank nodded sharply, and looked at the data that Brisecoeur had sent to the monitor. She frowned, studying the numbers and associated graph. Daniel looked at her, then at the data, wondering what she was looking for.
"Is everything based on analyzing data?" he asked Brisecoeur.
"No. We have a dedicated floor above us with teams of people scouring the news, looking for tidbits that might suggest a freak at play. Oh, they've got some help--natural language processors filtering through the various newsfeed, international, national, and local, highlighting items of interest for them, but the bulk of the work at that level is manual. Computers are good at data crunching, not so much at semantic analysis."
Shawbank, who seemed to have ignored their exchange, shook her head. "What else?"
Brisecoeur tapped some keys. The display changed. "We have a slight uptick in births in West Virginia, compared to the predicted birth rate based on a forty-years regression. The analysis suggests more correlations than expected."
"What kind of correlations?"
"Lots."An interesting one is that the increase in births is almost all accounted for by an increase in births occurring within a two-week window at the nine-month mark after the mothers' weddings. A first child in all cases.
Shawbank studied the data.
"Doesn't it make sense that there'd be more births nine months after the wedding night?" asked Daniel.
"Turns out wedding night conceptions are pretty rare nowadays, except in highly religious communities. And this increase is not correlated with any such community, at least based on available data such as hospital of birth. And besides, the algorithms take all of that into consideration to come up with a prediction. This birth rate is an increase with respect to the predicted birth rate, which means it's not accounted for by the collected data."
Shawbank interrupted him. "Any news links?"
Brisecoeur nodded. "One. Beckley, West Virginia. Interview with a man whose son was born eight months and three weeks after the wedding, who claims he has had a vasectomy and therefore would not have been able to conceive. Story ran in the Register Herald three months ago."
Shawbank nodded. "Get me the data, and a starting point." She turned to Daniel. "We're flying out tomorrow. Meet here at seven hundred. Pack light."
She turned on her heels and, without saying goodbye, left the room. She did not rush out - in fact, she could have been said to stroll leisurely out - but Daniel was left with the distinct impression that she had vanished in a flash.
"Quite an effect, isn't it?" said Brisecoeur, as if he had read into Daniel's thoughts.
Daniel looked at him and turned to look at the data on the monitors. "So is that one of them? One of those freaks?"
Brisecoeur shrugged. "Don't know. Most likely, yes. Shawbank's got the eye for spotting them."
There was a sense of wonder in Brisecoeur's voice. Daniel had to ask. "How?"
"Beats me. She's just scary that way." He hesitated for one second. "Well, in other ways, too..."
Daniel had to agree with that assessment.
Four hours later, Daniel pushed open the door of his apartment, a nondescript rental in a nondescript high-rise near the Baltimore harbor. He carried a take-out box of Thai food, knowing he needed to eat but did not feel particularly hungry. He did not feel much of anything. He had driven back from ADCorp in silence, against traffic, his mind a buzz of white noise.
Aside from the Thai food, he also carried an ADCorp-supplied tablet computer that Brisecoeur had loaded with files about the Specials - the "freaks". Case studies, biological studies, psychological studies. Brisecoeur had assured him that there was enough information in there to keep him busy until the next century.
Was Doctor Thaddeus Cargyle, the man responsible for the fiasco at Darnell University this past semester, the cause of all of Daniel's troubles, a freak? Brisecoeur had not answered the question. Neither had Shawbank. O'Neill had told him, several months ago, that Cargyle was a researcher at ADCorp. And Brisecoeur had said that he and Shawbank were Internal Affairs before their current assignment. So Cargyle was an Internal Affairs case? This did not prevent him from being one of the freaks. O'Neill's words resonated in his head: Trust no one.
The two-bedroom apartment he rented was half-furnished, and held a couch and a side table in the living room. Daniel had not seen fit to add to that in any way. The wooden floor and empty walls echoed with the sound of his footsteps. He had lost most of his possessions in the fire that burned down his place back in North Alexandria in the spring, and he had no real drive to replace any of it.
He dropped the Thai food and the tablet on the side table, and his eyes automatically went to the large poster on the far wall of the living room, the only decoration breaking the monotony of the off-white walls. It was a poster-sized shot of Jenn, looking back at the camera over her shoulder, her long brown hair catching in the wind, a dazzling smile on her lips, a sparkle in her eyes. Daniel's heart caught as it always did, and he stared, losing himself in the feeling.
Where are you? he wondered, as he always did when he looked at her. Are you okay? What are you doing? He felt helpless. That she had not contacted him - or her mother, or anyone she knew - did not suggest happy things.
Like an infected splinter, the memory of Biff looking at him in a North Alexandria strip club after he had forced Jenn to dance onstage itched, impossible to ignore, impossible to scratch. The words were seared in his mind.
"See, I put a little thing in that cute head of hers, a little thing that ensures that if she's away from me for too long, well, she goes nuts. She starts craving dicks real bad, and there's nothing she can do to get rid of the hunger. If you manage to get her away from me, your loving little ex-fiancee is gonna become a cock-craving slut good only for the nuthouse."
Daniel hoped against hope that Biff had just been pulling his leg, finding a new way to torment him. But he had seen how Biff had treated Jenn, and he could not easily dismiss the possibility that what Biff had said was true. Which meant that right now, Jenn was suffering.
Daniel closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and eventually felt his clenched fists unfurl. Anger, worry, guilt, none of it would help him find Jenn. He stared at the poster on the wall for a few more minutes before dropping down on the couch.
Part of him felt exhausted, part of him felt restless. I should be out looking for her, he thought. Not sitting here waiting to head out to friggin' West Virginia to go look for a freak - whatever that is.
But that was the arrangement he had made with O'Neill: while Daniel would be working with ADCorp, O'Neill would be out looking for Jenn. And while it made him feel useless, Daniel had to recognize that it made sense.
Sam O'Neill was a private investigator that Daniel had first contacted right after Jenn had disappeared for the first time, before Daniel knew all of the shenanigans at Delta Iota Kappa and the existence of Cargyle. O'Neill had finally showed up when the disaster at Darnell went down - when the fraternity burned down and everyone died.
O'Neill had been investigating ADCorp for years, for reasons he had explained, but he was the one who pointed out that Cargyle had worked for ADCorp, and that they may hold the key to how he could save Jenn. In exchange for Daniel accepting the job he had been offered with ADCorp and being willing to report on what he saw and heard, O'Neill had offered his services and expertise to track down Jenn. It had taken some convincing, but Daniel had eventually relented, extracting from O'Neill a promise that he would keep Daniel updated with his progress.
O'Neill had told him to trust no one. But did he trust O'Neill? He did, although he did not have anything to go on except a strong gut feeling. Too many people with too many agendas. What was O'Neill's agenda? The private investigator wanted inside information on ADCorp. Why? O'Neill had said that he suspected they were behind the abduction and corruption of women throughout the country. He had no definite evidence, only leads, and he needed an informant. Daniel, for lack of a better plan, had agreed to be that informant.
Daniel looked at the time. It was nearly eight o'clock, meaning it was nearly five in the afternoon in California. He picked up the laptop from the floor near the couch and started up the custom video chat software he had installed. It was time to catch up with how Cindy was doing.
Cindy. One additional oddity in a half-year filled with oddities. Born Cindy Caprese, currently going by the name Cynthia Barnes, she had attended Darnell where she had shared a few classes with him in their senior year. The short and perky blonde had had a none-too-subtle crush on Daniel, but had respected the fact that he was dating Jenn.
Later, when Jenn was abducted and controlled by Biff, Cindy became a friend that Daniel could rely on, helping him and Radhu solve the mystery of the strange hold that the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity had on several girls across campus, a hold that was really Cargyle programming those girls to respond to triggers and obey the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity members. It did not take a doctorate to guess what those teenage college students did with their ability to control the girls.
Cindy had been one such girl, programmed to respond to those triggers, and to act out whatever perverted fantasy the brothers dreamed up. Except that the programming, for reasons unknown, had not really taken. She had slowly regained awareness of her activities when she was triggered, even though - and that was one of the things that Daniel still had some difficulty understanding - she kept going along with the charade, kept being used. She told him, later, that she had always had a submissive streak, that she enjoyed submission, but there was a strong resistance from within herself to those desires which kept her from feeling sexually fulfilled, and the programming that the doctor had performed had helped reduce that resistance. Basically, when she was triggered, she could enjoy sex again.
Still, she helped him hunt down Biff and try to get Jenn back, and for that he would be forever grateful. She was a friend, one of the few ones he had left. A friend with benefits, too, as the saying went. They slept together. There was no romance involved - at least on his part - but it was pleasant, there was no denying it, and it helped fill a void that he worked hard at denying existed. It made him feel close to someone. Even though Cindy was now across the country, in California, studying for an M.D. Ph.D. at UCLA.
She was studying under an assumed name, courtesy of O'Neill, who had saved her from unknown attackers back in North Alexandria - probably the same group that had stormed and destroyed the fraternity house.O'Neill had thought it best to make it look like Cindy had been killed in the fire that ravaged Daniel's apartment.
They spoke often through an encrypted video chat system that Cindy herself had customized, running over an anonymizing network. She was smart. As smart as Radhu was, he thought, with a pang of regret.
She was online and picked up on the third ring.
"Dan!" The perky blonde's voice rang through the speaker as if she was beside him. Her image showed up on the screen, her long blonde hair framing a face dominated by a huge smile. He could just imagine her, basking in the southern California sun, her eternal short skirt swishing around her. He felt another pang--guilt, this time--at finding so much pleasure in speaking to a girl while his Jenn was off somewhere, lost, maybe suffering.
"Hey Cin. Bad time?"
"No, it's perfect, actually. I'm just out of Biology. Did you know the human foot has twenty-six bones, thirty-three joints, nineteen muscles, and one hundred and seven ligaments? And that I have to learn them all, before moving on to the leg, the pelvis, the back, and then--"
"So they're keeping you busy, huh?"
Cindy laughed. "Yeah, that they are. It's just weird to be back in school, you know? It's more of the same, but all different. And I finally met my new roommate today. A sweet girl. Maura."
"Glad to hear. And you got some sun, too..."
Her skin had taken on a golden hue. "Southern California will do that to you-- Oh, Dan, you should see this place. It's wonderful. I mean, LA is okay, but you just jump in the car and once you get out of the traffic hell, you're up in the hills and mountains and it's so peaceful it's insane. When are you coming down?"
"Soon, Cin. I'm just getting started here."
"That's right, it was your first day today. How was it?"
"Okay. Compared to the three months of boot camp, pretty mellow. Met the team today."
"Ah! So are you working with Super Cop?"
Super Cop was Cindy's nickname for Agent Shawbank. "Yeah. Her and a little Belgian man with too much energy." He paused, trying to verbalize something that had been bothering him since the end of the afternoon. "You know, I don't really understand her. I mean, she's the one that recommended me for the job, yet I get the distinct feeling that she's not really happy I'm here."
"You'll figure it out, I have no fear." She flashed him one of her dazzling smiles. "So do you know what you're going to be doing yet?"
"Kind of. We got our first assignment."
"Cool! Anything fun?"
"I don't know. I'm not quite sure what it entails. I'll... well, I'll let you know more details when I learn them, but it's weird."
"Weird... as in, Doctor Spooky weird?" Doctor Spooky was Doctor Cargyle--O'Neill had warned them not to speak too cavalierly about the events at Darnell that spring.
"Yes, Doctor Spooky weird. Maybe weirder."
"Then I definitely want to hear the details. Are you going somewhere fun?"
"West Virginia."
"Fun enough, I guess. Oh, Mister Dick got in touch last night." Mister Dick was O'Neill's code name--Cindy's idea, yet she always had difficulty containing a giggle whenever she used it--Daniel shook his head, amazed at the fact that this neurosurgeon-to-be had the sense of humor of a ten-year-old. "He said he was tracking a lead on the Girl, somewhere in New York." The Girl was Jenn. "He'll be in touch once he learns more."
"Do you talk to him much?"
"Every other day or so. He came to help me move here, I told you, yes? I think he's keeping an eye on me. Like he's worried about me or something. It's sweet."
"Sweet--not a word I'd associate with Mister Dick."
"Oh, get off. I bet he's feeling guilty about snatching me off and forcing me into a new identity and all. And I'll be honest, it's kind of nice to be taken care of a bit. Even though part of me wants to kick him and do exactly the opposite of what he wants me to do."
"You know, Cin, I don't think I'll ever understand you."
"I heard men like mystery. There you go." She grinned. "By the way, talking about liking--are you growing a beard?"
He reached up, ran his finger over the stubble that was slowly forming a beard. "Yeah, I think so. I wanted--I don't know, I think I wanted something a little different. You're the first one to notice."
"Oh, I'm sure Super Cop noticed. Anyway, I like it. It gives you a bit of a roguish air."
"Roguish air?"
"Yes. Oh, you should grow one of those handlebar mustaches too--you know, so you can stroke it when you're being all cunning?" She laughed, and Daniel found himself smiling in response--her laughter was infectious.
"So--fun night in perspective?" Cindy asked.
Daniel eyed his take-out Thai food, getting cold on the side table, then looked over the empty apartment. "As fun as it gets. We're off tomorrow morning, so I'll try to get some sleep."
"Don't get all mopey, all right? My laptop will be on, and I'll be logged in. Call me if you get too down. Any time. You know that, yes?"
"I do. Appreciate it, Cin." And he did.
"Who knows, when you call, maybe I'll have Dan Junior here--" and she lifted a large, realistic dildo to her face, pressing it against her cheek, "and I can act out what I'd do if you were right here beside me ready to fuck my little tushy off."
Daniel could not help but let out a groan as on the screen Cindy slipped Dan Junior into her mouth and sucked on it, never breaking eye contact with him. | 4 |
116,532 | Eden In Harmony | Hundreds of spaceships were sent into the void from a dying Earth, each containing a frozen boy and girl. Only Nate and Sue found a planet that humans could flourish on. They set about reproducing, and Sue had a new baby every year or two -- but all were girls. Tragedy struck; when their oldest reached puberty, she became lethargic and then died. Nate made a discovery just in time to save their second daughter Tina: Starting at puberty, girls needed a daily deep visit from a cock to stay healthy.
Tina was the oldest surviving girl, followed a year later by the identical twins Molly and Nancy, exceptionally intelligent and bookish.
By the time Tina had borne five girls, Molly three, and Nancy two, the need for some boys weighed heavily on all of us.
There was a part of me that was delighted with things as they were. One curiosity of Eden was that none of the females -- except Sue -- could masturbate to orgasm. They could get excited, but the excitement led to frustration. They needed my cock inside of them to obtain release. They reported that they had no interest in each other sexually. So their only sexual satisfaction was with me.
In that context, Sue's dozen oldest daughters craved my sexual attention. They needed a daily deep penetration to stay healthy. They all wanted me, and wanted me badly. And they all wanted to have as many babies as they could, and there was only one way to get them.
As for work, I didn't need to lift a finger. All I had to do was lift my cock. Why would I want any other male to get in on the picture? The females all frowned on any activity of mine that reduced my sexual interest or powers.
In fact, the more I used my sexual apparatus, the more robust it became. Except for a few minutes of mandatory downtime after each climax, my erection lasted indefinitely. My cock pulsed to its robust long and hard state strongly and reliably at the prospect of any pussy. I could easily have ten orgasms a day, and shoot quite a bit of semen with each one. I luxuriated in each orgasm for my own pleasure, as well as for the grateful girl who worshipped me.
But of course the bigger part of me was as troubled as anyone else. Unless we found a way to make more sets of cock and balls, human life on Eden would die when mine did.
We set about performing scientific experiments on the girls -- and some on me. Cut out bunny meat. Eat nothing but bunny meat. Cut out bananas. Eat only bananas and bunny meat. Move as little as possible for the two weeks before impregnation. Do nothing but run nonstop. Sleep at night with nose buried in my pubic hair for two weeks. Try only bunny sex. Artificial insemination.
Nothing worked.
It would be a long time before we made paper for hygiene. Everything we had used paper for on Earth was done with cloth. This included toilet paper, menstrual pads, and handkerchiefs. Cloth was also what we used to soak up what dripped out of my girls after sex. Good manners required putting used cloths into the laundry, but sometimes people forgot.
Ava was Nancy's third daughter. After she learned to walk fast, at age one, she had an uncanny tendency to barge into a room just as I was resting in afterglow with some lucky girl.
One day she had uncharacteristically disappeared and didn't come when called. When Nancy found her, she was in a back bedroom, holding one of those cloths tossed aside after sex. She held it and sniffed it. Ava wouldn't hand it over when asked, and when Nancy finally wrenched it from her grasp, Ava screamed and was grumpy for hours. In a few weeks, she found another one and this time was observed holding it to her face, breathing through it. When she was 18 months old, Nancy found her mushing a cloth between her legs at her baby pussy.
In our desperate quest for boys, we investigated any lead related to sexuality. Why did Ava seem to love those cloths so much?
We invited Ava into the room while I was doing my level best to impregnate Nancy's twin Molly. Molly's current assignment to try to bear a boy was to receive me in the missionary position most of the time, but when it was time to breed, put her butt up in the air bunny style. My part in the experiment was to not have an orgasm for a full three days beforehand. After a day had gone by, I had found it nearly impossible to keep from coming once I locked deep into a sexy pussy, so I had to give up girls entirely. Going two days without my ministrations, all my older daughters got grumpy. Now my pussy-crazed and pussy-starved member was twitching with the excitement of an impregnation, and it slid smoothly up into Molly's depths. Also in line with the experiment, I lunged deep up her cunt and let myself come in seconds, spraying deepest Molly with an extra-large dose of my sperm. I then pulled out, and naturally a large dollop of sex juices plopped out, though plenty was left inside to fertilize Molly.
Ava was excited by the smell. Nancy sat little Ava on her lap, legs spread wide, and explained that we were going to try an experiment, and that it might feel yucky. While Nancy held Ava's pussy open, I took a fingerful of the sex juice, composed mostly of my teeming semen, and gently put it right at the opening to her pussy, then pushed it in a little.
Ava gasped, moaned and squirmed on Nancy's lap.
"Oooo, so good! So good!" she panted.
We all agreed that it looked like she had just had an orgasm. What kind of a world was it where three-year-olds wanted semen in their baby pussies and came when they got it?
We tried some more experiments. If I shot some semen onto her tummy, Ava also came from sliding the pure stuff in. She was indifferent to the secretions of girls at various stages of their monthly cycles. It was the semen that drove her wild.
All the girls down to those who showed any signs of puberty were already receiving reasonably frequent doses of semen up their cunts by the natural method. But we tried dabbing semen into all the little girls. Most were indifferent, but a few reported a pleasant, warm glow. Kelly, a baby of only nine months, behaved like Ava. She shrieked and had what certainly looked like an orgasm, an odd thing to behold in a baby so young.
We decided to give Ava her sexual freedom. We made sure she knew when I spurted potent cum inside some girl. As it slid from the grateful pussy, Ava had her chance at the drips. At first she wanted to fill her pussy with a little bit of my sperm several times a day, but she soon settled down to a nice big dollop about once a day. She slid the mixture of girl and man juices up her tiny hole and after a convulsion she lay back, spent with orgasm. She might have preferred semen straight from me, but that was too precious. She seemed content with second-hand drippings.
She found efforts to stimulate her clitoris to be annoying, as most girls do at that age.
Then Nancy noticed a curious development: Ava's pussy was enlarging. She shoved the sex goop up inside herself with three fingers.
An enlarged pussy presented an obvious opportunity. At first I looked at Ava with polite detachment. A full-sized pussy by itself was as alluring as any other, but could I ignore the fact that it was artfully nestled between the legs of a cute three-year-old? Maybe I could do her in the dark. But then as I looked at the cute little thing, I began to realize that -- was it possible? -- I actually looked forward to doing her in the light, to looking at her, at making love to her three-year-old body, just the way it was.
"Ava, would you like to play with daddy's cock?" I asked.
She nodded eagerly.
I lay on my back as she fondled my stiff organ.
"Do you want it inside your pussy?"
Ava nodded eagerly.
"Here, you can climb on me and put it against your pussy. If you like, you can push it inside.She shook her head at that. Instead, she lay back in missionary position, something she had seen countless times.
I leaned over her, not sure what to expect. But I found I was very excited by the prospect of having sex with the dear young thing. I put myself at her full-size opening and pressed in, very gently. As she felt the tip of my cock expand her vaginal tube, she opened her eyes wide.
"Does that hurt, sweetie?" I asked.
She shook her head, and I pressed in a little more.
"If you've had enough, just say when," I told her.
She didn't ever say when.
"So full!" she said, amazed.
My cock fit all the way inside the dear thing. After I had penetrated her fully, I began my in and out motion. She gave no sign she was enjoying the sensations, but she didn't seem to mind either. Before long, I got my body thinking orgasmic thoughts, and within two minutes, I pressed in a little tighter and splatted her innards with my sperm. After a second, she let loose with an orgasmic shout. Fresh, pure semen, straight from the cock, at full depth, was a more intense treat for her than the dollops of cut sperm that she could shove inside her pussy opening, but not very far inside.
When my cock reached its full penetration, most girls had a strong sense of release and pleasure. They liked it when I came, like any woman likes her man to come, but it gave rise to no special sensation. Ava felt nothing special when I filled her pussy to the hilt, but she went crazy when my sperm shot into her. When I tried fucking her for a little while and then pulling out, she got quite indignant, so I never did that again. I only slid into young Ava when I was going to squirt her full of sperm.
The years rolled by. Ava got her orgasms from drippings she shoved up inside herself and from my direct intrusions.
We decided to proceed a little differently with Kelly, the younger girl who reacted the same way as Ava to semen. Kelly was pleasured only by drippings, every second or third day. Although her pussy was large and inviting, and I licked my chops a few times admiring her, I followed the rules and she remained a virgin.
Informally Ava and Kelly were known as cum kids.
Tina's oldest was Emily, the first of her generation, the first girl born of incest. She grew up like any other girl, and started enjoying my attentions up her pussy at age twelve, and shortly thereafter needed to be filled with my cock daily to feel well. I bred her successfully the first time I tried, after her 12th period, and she gave birth to the first girl of the third generation when she was 14.
Tina's second daughter was Claire. Events initially unfolded in what had become the normal pattern, until it came time to breed her. A year passed and she had not conceived. None of Sue's daughters had taken that long. When 18 months had gone by without a pregnancy, Claire started feeling seriously depressed and began getting lethargic, the same symptoms that Sabrina and Tina had suffered years before. That was when we had discovered that a girl needed my cock inside her regularly to stay healthy.
We weren't sure that there was any connection between 18 months without a pregnancy and her symptoms, but we noted the relationship. I had already been paying some extra attention to Claire, hoping to give her the baby she wanted. With the possibility of her health depending on impregnation, I intensified my efforts further. Starting a mere two days after her period ended, I made sure to make love tenderly to Claire every day, giving her an orgasm before I plastered her cervix with my potent white stuff. With most of my sperm going into Claire for two weeks at a time, impregnation of the other girls suffered.
"Daddy, I just don't feel like it any more," Claire sighed as I began massaging between her legs. She was notably duller in every way, and it was hard to watch her deteriorate. "I'm sick of orgasms and trying to visualize a baby."
"I'm sorry, dear Claire. If you just lie back, I'll be quick about it." In short order I graced her cervix with my sperm.
As she approached two years without being able to conceive, Claire became very sick. She mostly lay in bed, sitting up to eat a little. I plunged my cock into her pussy at least twice a day.
But she still had periods, and I tried harder than ever to make her pregnant.
"Oh daddy, don't bother," she managed, weakness and depression evident in her words. "There are so many of my sisters and aunts who can use your sperm to make babies, and I just can't."
"We don't know that. Maybe we've just been unlucky."
"Daddy..."
"Hold on sweetie," I said, my breath coming faster. I spurted deep. More millions of sperm wriggled all over the upper pussy of Claire, all trying to find her egg.
Then an amazing thing happened. Claire got a case of morning wellness. Her bouts of nausea were like clear rain after a drought. Her color improved, she regained her energy, and everyone in our little band breathed a sigh of relief. As the months went by, she rounded out nicely, she glowed, and she contributed baby Zoe to our swelling ranks.
Claire's experience caused one immediate change in our practices. There was no more waiting for 12 periods before trying to make a baby. If failure to conceive made a girl deathly ill, it was best to start as soon as possible! The girls started tracking their cycles from their first period, and whenever an ovulation might be happening, I was there, up her cunt with my organ, inserting swarms of sperm ready to pounce on and penetrate any egg she might produce.
When Claire conceived her first child, Sue and I were 43. Sue had first given birth when she was 14. In the intervening 29 years, she had carried a pregnancy to term 19 times, and counting the twins, she and I had produced 20 children. She had no desire to slow down -- she just wanted more, and when pressed to elaborate, she said vaguely that the empty land called out for more babies.
We knew from our distant childhood memories that women rarely had 20 children, and that age 43 was a bit late to be bearing children. We researched the topic on the computer and at its request gave it tissue samples.
The results were startling. Biochemically, Sue and I had stopped aging when we were 20 years old. So Sue of course had no signs of approaching menopause, and her entire female apparatus, notably her uterus, was all strong and working fine.
I had elevated levels of testosterone, reflecting my active sex life. I buried myself in pussies dozens of times a day, and I ejaculated about five times. Responding to the demand, my body made more sperm and accompanying semen.
Preliminary tests indicated that our daughters were not aging past 20 either. Tina at 28 was the oldest, and we wouldn't expect any noticeable aging on her, but the computer verified that she too was biochemically still about 20.
Discovering that we were not aging was good news, of course. It wasn't a guarantee of immortality; there are accidents, and our biochemistry could change at any time. Yet it was also unsettling to think that we really might go on indefinitely -- we did not feel the previously universal human pressure of almost certain death by age 100, with decrepitude starting much earlier.
Sue and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary by ourselves. We spread out on some fine blankets where the magnificent grove met the beach, right where I had proposed to her 30 years before. We had a picnic of the finest fruits, grains, and bunny meat prepared three different ways. After dinner, we had some luxurious sex -- bunny style, as Sue was seven months pregnant. As the sun set, we lay on our backs, holding hands, looking up at the leaves in the canopy gently fluttering in the breeze, hearing the soft lapping of waves on the beach.
"Have you thought about the future, Nate?" It was an odd question. We both thought about the future constantly.
"What do you mean?"
"Suppose we can have some boys. Have you thought about the population pattern?"
"A little, but tell me how you see it."
"Our bodies stay young and we might live forever. And every woman has to have a baby every couple years or she gets sick and dies. You know what kind of population growth rate that creates..."
I did. It was explosive. "Fortunately there's a lot of land."
"Yeah, but you know how fast that kind of exponential curve could populate this whole place."
"When they re-invent medical science, surely they'll find a way to stop the necessity of having babies indefinitely."
"We can hope."
I looked at the last of our sun's rays in the tops of the trees.
"Have you thought through the other possibility? What if we can't produce any more males?"
"We go extinct eventually. But we don't know when, since you aren't aging."
"True, but what about before that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe at one pussy a minute, for ten hours a day, I can satisfy 600 pussies. But what happens when there are 6,000? 60,000? Imagine ranks of girls on the verge of death, and I know I can save them if only I can get my cock into them soon enough. But there are too many..."
"Stop talking like that," Sue said, in her firm voice.
A grim silence descended between us.
"Infanticide," she finally whispered. I had reached the same conclusion, but didn't want to say it. Women bearing babies, year after year, and killing each one as soon as she was born. It was the least horrible alternative, but it was truly horrible.
We needed boys.
"It's a beautiful evening, Sue," I managed. "Let's take a walk on the beach."
"OK," said my beautiful, wonderful wife.
I was fighting back tears, but my cock was still going strong.I was ploughing in and out of Olivia, approaching orgasm. My body went into its familiar routine, and on cue, I dribbled a little more sperm into the girl, but I felt no pleasure.
Olivia was sixteen, and she had never gotten pregnant. Now she was in a deep coma. But I couldn't give up on her. I had ejaculated in her just an hour before. She still did have periods, or at least had had one six weeks before.
"Dad," said Tina gently, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder as I lay on the naked, unresponsive form of Olivia. "It's too late, dad."
"No, it's not!" I said.
"Please, dad..."
"Go away!" I shouted.
After she left, I slid off of Olivia to the side and dozed off from exhaustion. Olivia had been one of my favorite granddaughters. She was one of Molly's, and I could still see her shy smile peeking at me from around a corner. That one image was burned into my mind, for some reason. It was impossible that I could let Olivia die.
I woke to Olivia's breath coming in short gasps. I heaved myself up on top of her again, spread her legs once more, and pressed my cock into her pussy, where I had pressed it so many times before. I had squirted more semen into Olivia than any other female, or so it seemed. But Olivia's skin was cool, and her pussy was clammy. I had entered many feverish pussies, to my great if secret delight, but never a cool one. But I pounded away into her, jiggling her body with each thrust.
I felt near orgasm, but my grief got in my way. The clammy pussy didn't help. But I couldn't let her down now. I pumped harder, focusing on the image of the head of my cock hardening just before orgasm. But orgasm seemed farther away, not closer. With eyes closed, I was pressing in over and over, faster, but I wasn't going to be able to do it this time. I had to slow down eventually, and then looked up at the dear girl's face. She wasn't breathing any more.
"NO!" I screamed. I went back to my furious pace. Was her pussy getting cooler and clammier with each thrust, or was I imagining it?
I heard some daughters creep in. They could see that Olivia was gone.
"Dad... Dad! You've done everything you could! It's not your fault!"
I cried. My cock had wilted, and I slipped out of Olivia -- or, I was sickened to realize, Olivia's corpse -- and onto my back.
"Oh, dad!" offered Nancy, falling to her knees and reaching her hand out to comfort me, but I pushed her away.
I don't know how long I lay next to her corpse.
It's easy to see now that I had seriously lost my rationality. Sue later tried to put a positive spin on it, saying it made me more human and lovable to show a little imperfection now and then.
Then I heard more rustling.
"Nate, get up."
I didn't move.
"Get up now!"
My wife, Sue -- the shrew. Sue the Shrew.
"Drag him out."
Hands were on me everywhere then. I felt caught and I didn't like it at all. I tried to shake them off, but they would not be shaken. Panicking, I thrashed with all my strength, but it was not enough. I might be the strongest person on Eden, but my daughters were also strong, and now in sisterhood they outmatched me. Although they were as gentle as my resistance allowed, I was at their mercy as they dragged me from the room.
They took me to my bed, the bed I shared with Sue.
After I finally stopped struggling, Sue dismissed the others.
She sat beside me. When I felt her hand rest on my shoulder, I stiffened, but didn't push her away.
"Talk to me, Nate."
I didn't feel like talking. But Sue was patient.
"She's dead, Sue. Dead. I'll never get to see that smile again."
Sue started stroking my arm, gently.
"We are all going to miss her, but it might well be that you will miss her most."
"And it's my fault she's gone."
Sue said nothing. We had been over this before.
"I was the only one who could save her," I said.
"God DAMN you, Nate!!"
I was startled.
"It's no one's fault! It just happened. You fucked her perfectly, over and over. You gave her all the sperm she needed. She was just sterile."
"You don't know that!"
"Fine! We don't know for sure. But let me see here, Mr. Rational. This man has fathered 65 children. Every other time he's set out to fuck a baby into a girl, it has worked, usually quickly. Olivia never had a baby. I wonder which one is most likely to be the cause of the infertility? Let me think about this a moment."
I held up my shaking hand to stop her, then paused a moment to collect my thoughts.
"I just miss her so much! She can't be gone!"
I reached out my arms, and in a flash Sue was hugging me while I sobbed. I cried off and on for hours.
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When Sabrina had died, years before, Sue had stopped functioning. I was headed that way after the death of Olivia, but there was one problem. Twenty-five cunts had to be filled with cock, and their owners would get quite unhappy if my cock didn't show up.
We had known that any serious erectile dysfunction on my part could be a calamity, but it had never been an issue. Now, however, I was having a lot of trouble.
I had no interest in sex. Deep down, I felt like a failure, and didn't feel my daughters' beautiful bodies should be sullied by the intrusion of the cock of such a loser. The sensation of fucking dead Olivia's cooling dead pussy haunted me. The idea of seeking out girls as usual made me nervous. Fear of impotence makes impotence worse, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get it up. It was a tangled mess.
Sue in her wisdom brought little Fran in to see me. Fran was not quite three. She was the sweetest, most delightful little creature, and as she showed me her little cloth doll, I couldn't help smiling just a little as I lay on my side, limp.
Then for some reason I felt a hunger. Fran was not one of the cum kids; she was just an ordinary three-year-old. But my attention zoomed onto her little pussy as she sat by me cross-legged. I didn't want to penetrate it, but I needed it. I lifted the little girl up, rolled onto my back, and maneuvered her tiny pussy in front of my face. I sniffed her sweetness. Then I started licking her pussy lips. Fran squirmed and fussed just a little. What the hell was I doing? Forcing myself on the sweetest little girl I knew? But I was a fucker first, and although this was not literal fucking, it was the same side of me coming to the fore. Sue, bless her heart, didn't object; Sue did her motherly best and more to comfort little Fran. And as I held the little girl's bun cheeks, pressing her crotch towards my face, my cock slowly started to rise. I kept licking away at little Fran, now probing inside her pussy lips, and I became rock hard.
I took my head away long enough to tell Sue, "Have them all impale themselves." Sue smiled and disappeared. Fran now looked calm, if perplexed. I speculated that the sensations from between her legs were new to her, and that they weren't at all unpleasant. I licked little Fran gently and patiently. I wondered how I could get enough of the little girl.
I felt someone on the bed, fingers on my cock, and then one hot pussy pressed downward until it bottomed out, pubic hair against pubic hair, my tip up inside her deep, right where it belonged. I saw nothing but Fran's lovely little stomach, legs, and pussy lips. I heard a sigh, and felt the cunt move up and down a couple times before leaving my cock alone once again. Within thirty seconds another engulfed me, and I heard sighs when that one swallowed me to the hilt. A few little strokes, then that pussy disappeared. Seconds later, another one took its place. My cock was engulfed, squeezed, and massaged by one cunt after another. In the parade of pussies, I recognized Tina's and Molly's. I had never thought before about identifying girls that way, but it was possible.
An idea came to me as to why I was licking Fran as if my life depended on it. Fran was the very antithesis of death. Her pussy was too young for my cock, and would be for some time, but the potential was there and I needed to possess it. The smelling and licking was the right way to commune with this little pussy, and in a way it was more intimate than intercourse. In the present, her inner girl parts glistened, including her little clit, and I poked my tongue gently against her tiny vaginal opening. And also in the present, the assembled pussies of our little troop satisfied my desire, fully taking in my cock in a way that little Fran could not.
Sue didn't impale herself -- Sue was the one mature female who didn't need any such treatment. After dozens of pussies had impaled themselves, a lull indicated that everyone had taken a turn. My cock was hard and in need of relief. It had been deliciously teased, but now it demanded release. I lifted little Fran enough off my face to look at Sue, waiting patiently and lovingly beside me.
"Now I want to fuck you for real!" I said. "I have a big load of cum for you!"
Sue looked pleased at the offer.
She leaned over Fran's knee and whispered, "If you want to, I would love it, but -- what would you think of pumping that load of sperm into Linda? She's in heat. Very much in heat," Sue said suggestively.
Oh, Linda. She was one of Sue's daughters. She had been in heat just once so far, and hadn't caught. She had had an orgasm the very first time I entered her, a few years before, and had had two during our first breeding attempt. Yes, Linda would do very nicely.
I gave little Fran's pussy one more kiss, then sat up and hugged the whole child. "Thank you, my love, you have been a very important girl and done a very important job!" I said with complete sincerity. Fran blushed and beamed. I tentatively offered her a kiss on the lips, and she eagerly accepted."You can go if you want," and when Sue reminded her of her favorite playmate, she did hop off, pausing to adjust her glowing but bewildered pussy. I made a point over the next few months of paying a lot of attention to Fran, loving her in all the ways she craved -- which were not sexual.
Then Linda came in, flushed with excitement, and lay on the bed ready to be taken. Her pussy was oozing the light nectar of the fertile girl on her fertile day. As I eased my tip into her, I knew I could not last long. I had more than a day's worth of cum. I grabbed her behind the buttocks and flashed in and out hard, fast and deep, over and over. She started to wail instantly, and her pussy clenched. The first of my globs was so big and shot so fast that it stung a little as it rocketed down my tube into my girl. Breeding a beauty with a hot, tight cunt, a beauty wailing with orgasm -- that was transcendent pleasure. The second glob joined the first, up high in hot Linda, and then a third and fourth and fifth went rocketing in.
We were both breathing like we had just been sprinting, and as we came down from our highs, I looked at her. We had just both had magnificent orgasms with similar sensations. Somehow we were especially attuned in afterglow.
Down below we were not similar at all. My cock was still rock-hard inside the girl, while her pussy still clenched me. My part of the reproduction was done, while hers was just beginning.
Sue had been watching and was playing with herself a little.
With a final kiss to Linda, I slid out, a flood of my seed wetting the sheet. I manhandled Sue onto her back and spread her legs, her smile telling me she liked the manhandling. With a growl, I lunged up inside her pussy and banged away hard. I could tell she had a gentle, mild orgasm as I came again. I had very little cum for her, but she didn't need cum at the moment. She needed love and reassurance, and I gave her that. Linda looked a touch wistful, off to the side of the bed. When Sue noticed, she motioned her to come up and join us, and I fell asleep with my pregnant wife snuggled against me on one side, and my nubile daughter on the other, not yet technically pregnant, but with all the processes of creation unleashed within. The sperm were on their way, the egg was eager to engulf one of them, and the uterus was eager to welcome the little embryo within.
The next morning all was back to normal. My hard and eager prick soothed and rejuvenated my dozens of daughters, and occasionally my balls emptied out into a grateful girl.
Ava was the first of the cum kids. After shoving gobs of it up inside herself month after month, her pussy had enlarged at a very early age and she had been taking my cock and my sperm for years.
Ava never lost her taste for cum in her pussy, but she never actively needed it to stay healthy. As she hit puberty, she needed a cock insertion like all the other girls.
Ava had her first period when she was twelve. It was the only period she had for some time, because I fucked a baby into her on the first try.
To everyone's great disappointment, her baby was also a girl. Another experiment aimed at producing boys had failed. We returned our attention to our other increasingly outlandish experiments. I saved my urine, and Nancy washed her entire crotch area with it thoroughly, then spread it under her upper lip before -- blech! -- drinking a little. It was her idea, not mine! Sue, bless her heart, was following me around collecting my cum as it fell from girls' pussies, painting her upper lips with it and swallowing some. Sue, of course, was a different kind of animal, an earth girl, and she herself was driven to be a constant guinea pig, trying anything we could think of to produce a boy.
Tina was acting as midwife as Ava lay before her, grunting and sweating. A second birth usually went more quickly, but it was still hard work and still painful. Transition was still especially difficult. Ava screamed and cried, before finding words.
"I can't stand it! I really can't stand it!"
"Yes you can, dear, yes you can. You're doing great. Just a few more minutes."
"Oh, fuck you!" screamed Ava. Tina didn't take it personally. A woman at the height of labor could say absolutely anything she wanted, and no one would hold it against her.
As promised, transition ended and Ava began pushing. After half an hour, the baby's head crowned.
"Don't push quite so hard, if you can," Tina said.
In fact, Ava gave a giant push, not a gentle one, and the little girl shot out. Tina had to react quickly to catch her.
After clamping the cord, Tina gave the baby a good look. To that point, only poor Ethyl had emerged with a problem -- deformed fingers. Then Tina's heart sank. Something was wrong between the girl's legs. Some extra flap of skin. She looked again, and then again, then her heart stopped. She had seen it in the pictures. A little tube above a tiny sack.
This girl was a boy.
Tina shrieked. "It's a boy!" she yelled, "It's a boy!" Big feet and little feet converged on the birthing room from all sides.
I had been in the middle of fucking Robin, who was one of Sue's, though I had to admit I had lost track of just what number in the birth order she was. She had a hot cunt, she was begging for my sperm, and I was working up to giving it to her. Any commotion generally made me lose my concentration and annoyed me, but when I heard "A boy! A boy!" everything else was forgotten.
Sue got to the door of the birthing room before me, but seeing me coming, she waited. The two of us approached the birthing bed together, our daughters and grand-daughters making way for us. We were the only two people who had ever seen a boy. Tina started to hand me the little thing, but I quickly motioned her to give it to Sue first. There, between its legs, were the perfect parts of a little boy. My son, my grandson, and my great-grandson, all one person.
The cloud that had hovered over our little band lifted. It was possible for us to make a boy. Our experiment of letting little Ava be a cum kid had paid off. The only known roadblock to our success on Eden had just been lifted.
It was Ava's right to name him, but she gave the honor to me -- sort of. She didn't like the first two I suggested. "Nate, Jr." was a bit egocentric. "Avanate", mother and father's names together, was a little too cutesy and not an established earth name. We finally settled on "Stan". It had "Nate" backwards, kind of, and it had a big "S" for Sue. There was an "A" for Ava too -- and an "N" for Nancy and a "T" for Tina, but we all agreed that in that level of symbolism lay madness. We had considered surnames, but it seemed pointless at present. Sue had taken my name when we got married, and according to earth custom, everyone on the planet would simply have my last name.
All the girls were eager to see Stan's cock and play with it as much as Ava would allow.
What a funny little thing! They snickered with delight when it let loose a stream of pee, drenching whatever girl was investigating him at the time. Stan was a fussy baby, but along with all the ordinary tricks to calm a girl, there was one other. He usually calmed down if Ava or some other girl massaged his cock with her fingers. Sucking his dick worked even better. It seemed like he had an erection half the time. All the girls loved to hold him, play with him, and watch him grow.
When he could crawl, one of Stan's favorite activities was crawling to the nearest girl and gently touching her between the legs, which the girls found funny.
As he got a bit older, he got an erection when he did this.
Just after he was three, little naked Stan approached little naked Ruby, age four. He reached for her pussy, and Ruby lay back a bit and giggled as he did. Then he did something he had never done before. He climbed onto her and tried to line up his pelvis on top of hers.
"What are you doing, little guy?" asked Ruby.
"I wanna put it in!" Stan said.
"Put it in?"
"Yeah, inside."
"Hey Ava," Ruby called out with some surprise, and Stan's mother appeared. "He wants to put it in me!" She was gently holding Stan away, not wanting to reject him but not at all ready for anything in her pussy.
"Why do you want to put it in, Stan?" Ava asked.
"I wanna put it in!"
Sue and I were called in and the situation explained.
"Hmmm," said Sue. "Eden is a sex-positive planet."
I smiled. "Isn't that just what we're hoping he'll do? Why not start now?" The others laughed.
We all fetched Carla, aged five and one of the cum kids. She had been receiving me up her pussy for a year now. When we all explained what Stan seemed to want, she giggled, but shrugged her shoulders, lay back, and spread her legs. Stan crawled onto her just as eagerly as onto Ruby, and Carla helped him align himself. His dick was small, but it was hard, and it fit up inside. Carla giggled as he began a little fucking motion. She thought it was cool, and he kept up his little fuck for ten minutes before losing interest. But he sought her out and fucked her again later that day. That time he finished with a little "Ooooo" and a big grin as he had his first dry orgasm.
When the other little girls saw what Stan and Carla were doing, some thought they would like to try it too. We grown-ups shrugged; it was a pro-fucking planet. As a cum kid, Carla's pussy was already big and easily lubricated. The other girls had small, sleeping pussies, so we grown-ups offered them wheat oil.
So Stan fucked some of the ordinary little girls too. His little dick fit easily into their little pussies. Occasionally a little one squawked when he tore her hymen, but the discomfort was soon forgotten.Stan wanted to conquer every female on the planet. Noting that Ava's early sexual activity had enabled her to conceive this precious boy, we decided to let him go wild. Most of the girls needed no convincing, and the others all warmed to it. We did draw a line, though. He had to keep his paws off girls until they were toilet trained.
Stan's cock was watched with more interest than any boy's cock in human history. We all noted how it enlarged little by little, both in its floppy state and its hard one.
As his cock grew, he stopped fucking the little girls where it no longer fit so easily, and his desire for them waned as well.
We watched him shoot up in height and start getting pimply, and watched his balls grow.
A common sight in Stan's world was me penetrating a girl as far as I could, and her relaxing. He wanted to do that too. In fact, it was the most immediate vital role we needed him to fill as our population expanded.
But things did not initially go as expected. After he had lodged his cock deep within one of his sisters, the sister reported a little tingle of something, but it was more longing than relief. She was more eager than usual to get me to shaft her with my mature organ.
It got to the point that big girls wouldn't let Stan screw them unless I was at hand to finish the job off and give them relief.
Stan started ejaculating a little fluid when he was fourteen, and as soon as he did, we let him try impregnating girls, but he had no early success. However, at that age, the girls he filled with his cock reported that they now felt that same relief they felt from me. The girls confided to me in private that it still wasn't quite as rich as what they felt from my intrusions, but it was okay. They could now go months at a time without needing my cock if they could have his.
This opened up a new possibility for our community. Previously, the women could explore, but every night or at most two they had to come back to the base camp to get their pussy filled.
Now an exploring band could head off for days at a time if Stan was with them. My enterprising daughters set up temporary camps as far as thirty miles from our base. We made an actual permanent settlement at a spot where we found good supplies of ore for copper and iron, and we began fashioning our own metal tools.
More boys were born. They were very rare, and were only born to cum kids. Among Ava's first fifteen children, Stan had only one brother.
Stan had been frustrated at first when his penile penetrations did not satisfy the girls but made them want me more than ever. He was very proud when he could finally satisfy them himself.
However, he could still not father children, and could not for many years. He could satisfy the daily needs of all the girls at the mining camp, but when it was time for them to conceive their next baby, they always rotated back to the main camp so I could impregnate them.
It was only when he was 28 that Stan fathered his first child, and from then on he was my equal in terms of sexual performance.
One hundred years after I first wriggled free of the landing craft, the population of Eden was in the tens of thousands and was spreading rapidly over the continent.
Metallurgy had fueled technological development. There was earth-moving equipment powered by fuel cells, allowing more mining and the construction of roads. Ocean-going ships were being produced by the dozens, powered by sail and fuel cells. The invention of small scouting airplanes had allowed a dramatic increase in exploration. Ocean-going ships carried airplanes and earth-moving equipment, among a great many other supplies. Eden was a bit smaller than Earth, but exploration had discovered that it had more habitable land. The ships also carried one other vital supply -- a man. Two, actually, in case something happened to one of them.
In the early days, Sue and I were the heads of the family, and we simply made all the decisions. As time went on and matters became more complex, we came to rely heavily on the geniuses Nancy and Molly. Then, with land freely available and with enough people to use it in earnest, there was a strong tendency to just spread out and worry about living together harmoniously later. But Nancy in particular took the lead role in holding us all together under a representative democracy.
When the reproductive patterns stabilized, it turned out that Eden made about one male for every fifteen females. Molly's research discovered that this was an excellent ratio to minimize conflict. Men were simply not motivated at a gut level to accumulate more than fifteen wives. Of course, women also tended to be much less competitive than men.
I felt the weight of someone sitting down on the edge of the bed. Looking up, I saw it was my dear Betsy in her pink gown, the prominent bulge of her pregnant belly visible beneath.
"Good morning, daddy."
"Good morning, sweet pea."
"There's a treat for you this morning," she said with a grin.
I knew what that probably meant. "Hannah?" I asked.
She nodded. "Fourteen days, and the mucus is stringy."
I grinned, my cock rising. I was going to make my first try at impregnating Hannah. After all these years, I still found the prospect exciting.
After morning clean-up and a light meal, I went into the room where Hannah and a half dozen other girls slept. The girls were happier sleeping in a pile where they could hug each other at night. They were now all lounging on the giant common bed, waiting for me. My cock was already very hard, harder than usual this morning with the prospect of giving Hannah a baby.
Hannah dipped her finger inside her pussy and reached out her hand to me so I could smell the secretions that heralded her fertility.
"Not yet," I said. "I don't want to put my sperm in the wrong girl."
She saw the sense of that.
Deirdre had one breast hanging out of her nightshirt, the other still covered. She fixed me with a significant smile. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs apart, slowly lifting her shirt up to show more and more of her inner thighs. I smiled my appreciation of her efforts, but she could wait.
Tammy lay on her back with her legs spread, one hand moving rhythmically between her pussy lips and the other grasping her left breast, the thumb making circles over the nipple. She probably needed another minute or two to get wet.
Mary was one of my favorites, and she was looking very demure at the moment, legs folded beneath her, feet sticking out to the side, her pelvis rocking almost imperceptibly. She did not stick out her chest to present her small breasts as advertisement -- they were just there, and I found them all the more alluring for that. I would start with her.
As I approached, the other girls made room for her to lie back and spread her legs wide, revealing a glistening pussy. She held it open as I lowered myself onto her and pressed in, a little at a time. When I could press in no further, her face relaxed and her eyes closed. That was the familiar moment that recharged and rejuvenated her, the moment my cock was in to the hilt. I pulled out a little, then pressed back in four times, then withdrew. She didn't have an orgasm -- I didn't have time to give one to every girl, and she had come the day before. But four times to the hilt gave her plenty of satisfaction. As I pulled out, she opened her eyes, smiled, and squeezed my hand. I gave her a brief kiss.
"I love you, daddy," she said.
Now it was time for Deirdre. "Like a bunny, Deirdre?" I asked. Deirdre grinned. Some of the girls didn't get much out of the bunny style, but Deirdre loved it, and I liked variety. She also had a deep pussy, and I could press in all the way without hitting the end, which I liked. The nightshirt came off, her butt came up, and I walked towards her on my knees, my cock jiggling up and down. I first rubbed my hands all over the sexy globes of her rear end. I held her pussy open myself, loving the look of the lips spreading to reveal the wetness within. I drove in smoothly in one stroke, all the way.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as I reached the hilt and stayed still a moment.
I leaned over her back and reached around to cup her breasts as they hung down, trapping each nipple between my index and middle finger.
I slid in and out of her tunnel, sensing her pleasure each time I had filled her completely.
"If you give me a minute, I'll come, Daddy! I'm close!" I had a minute to spare, so I surged in and out of my luscious Deirdre, stopping to think of other things now and then so I didn't get too excited. But she got plenty excited. I stroked insistently and dug my fingernails into her butt. Then she let out an, "Ohhh!!!" As her cunt squeezed me rhythmically, I quickly tried solving 8 times 17 in my head. I stayed deep a minute or so to let her enjoy afterglow with a full pussy.
Then I withdrew my wet cock. I was pretty excited and needed to reserve my sperm for Hannah, so I picked a somewhat less thrilling option. Betsy needed my cock like the others, but her large belly somehow reminded my innards that no further sperm could be of use at the moment. She too I did from the rear, since it was the best way to keep her pregnant stomach out of the way.
"You're so great, dad," she said, as my cock locked into its deepest spot within. It was fun to push in that extra half inch with her, nudging the tip of my cock over the swollen cervix which made the very end of her pussy narrower.Girls who had given birth had looser pussies, there was no way around it, and this little tightness at the end was exciting. I locked into her a half dozen times before sliding out.
I was glowing with pleasure to see the mass of my nubile daughters looking on with approval as I shoved myself to the hilt in each of them.
"Where's Ursula?" I asked.
Betsy was glowing from my attentions, but said, "She's coming into heat too, so we thought you should do her later."
"Good thinking."
Ursula was thirteen and had already had four periods. Hannah had just finished her first a few days before, so it would be my first attempt to make a baby with her.
Ursula still needed to feel my cock lodged in her to stay healthy. My body senses a girl's fertility somehow, and sometimes I come in a girl in heat or nearly in heat even when I don't mean to. I would do Ursula as the first one of my second bunch. I wouldn't come by accident when I had just come an hour before, but when I was primed to unload a night's worth of semen, it would have been more risky.
Tammy was the last girl before Hannah. She annoyed me from time to time, though fortunately that interfered not in the least with my desire to lodge my cock inside her. For variety I arranged us lying on our sides face to face. When I slid in to the hilt, Tammy let out an excited, "Oh, fuck!" Four more times I possessed her to the hilt, and by the fourth she was simply breathing hard instead of saying anything. Tammy annoyed me, but she was my daughter and I loved her, so I made an extra point of kissing her gently a few times before I disengaged, which made her smile bashfully.
Now the only girl on the bed who had not gotten her morning intrusion of cock was Hannah.
She arranged herself in missionary position. She had a perfect figure, not too skinny and not too fat. For a year I had been shoving into her every day, and had come there a couple times, but this was the first time we were trying to use the cum for its primal purpose.
A stir of excitement went through the other girls. They loved to watch when I came, and it was especially wonderful when they knew that the stuff that rocketed through my swollen cock shaft was trying to knock one of them up.
"Take some of her juices for the last minute," I told Betsy. She took a dollop of Hannah's copious secretions on her fingers. I approached the fertile girl. My cock had been in four pussies already, and was itching to deliver its load, but a little more patience was required.
"Do you want to get pregnant, Hannah?" I asked.
"Yes, daddy," she said, with excitement.
The other girls giggled at my question. Of course she wanted to get pregnant. They all wanted to get pregnant as often as they could.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes, please, daddy, I'm ready, do it to me!"
I lowered myself partway and opened her lips myself to slide into her well-lubricated cunt. At this time of month, it was just a touch velvety to increase my pleasure, to try to get me to give it sperm. I could have come the first time I heaved in to the hilt, but I held back. There was more fucking to be done.
I started in and out at a leisurely pace. Each time I hit the end Hannah got that little surge of the happiness all the other girls had been getting. I began pounding harder. Tammy leaned over and whispered something into Hannah's ear, and because she squirmed and smiled I knew it must have been something exciting.
I could tell when she was getting close to orgasm. It would be intense and last a good long while, because her hormones were begging her for sex, my cock was harder and my pleasure greater than usual, and we both knew she was probably going to get pregnant.
We were both right on the edge, my balls and cock and innards all on fire to fulfill their masculine destiny.
"Fuck a baby into her cunt," said Mary urgently but softly, with an impish grin, and the unexpected words from the demure little thing were electrifying.
Betsy sensed the moment too and put her finger with Hannah's juices right under my nose. Hannah shouted and her pussy clenched, and I at last let my body go, and just as my tip reached the inmost point of Hannah's cunt I rocketed a mass of silvery cum up into her. When I pulled back and strained in as far as I could another shot surged out, then a third and a fourth. Hannah kept crying out incoherently.
Everyone sighed with pleasure, and as Hannah's orgasm finally ended, I let myself down on her, staying far up inside. She hugged me tight and seemed to relish that she had to strain a little to breathe beneath my weight.
The girls got up one by one to head to their morning activities as Hannah and I stayed locked in our embrace. My cock plugged her pussy to keep as much sperm up in her as I could, giving every sperm cell the best chance it could of swimming up inside her to start a baby.
At last I rolled off, a flood of sexual nectar spilling forth. Cum kid Laura had padded in shortly after I came, and she was right there, to catch as much of the oozing mess as she could and shove it up her pussy. Her coos, sighs, and gasps were a pleasant addition to afterglow.
With a little luck, I had bred Hannah.
Celebrations were held all over the planet in honor of the year 200. It was also Sue's and my wedding anniversary.
Sue had decided to take a break from having babies when she was 100, but we noticed that she started aging, and the computer confirmed it. She would not get sick and die from an empty uterus as the native-born would, but she would grow older. She was happy to go back to having babies. Now she's as sleek as any 27-year-old, and her uterus is strong, her pussy wet and welcoming. She keeps popping the babies out.
As for me, time has further honed me to my purpose. My organ is thick and long, suitable for entering the deepest pussies. I produce perhaps a quarter cup of semen a day, and typically shoot it up a dozen cunts. If anything, the intensity of pleasure from my orgasms has increased as the years have gone by.
We were all worried from the beginning about our exponential growth. What would happen after we filled the planet? Would we exhaust the resources and kill it, far faster than humans had killed earth? Or would some sort of draconian regime call for forced infanticide? Horrible as that would be, the alternative of letting girls die at some later age from not having enough babies would be worse.
The first hint of a solution came from the mining disaster in the year 116. Twelve women died, and eight were rescued after two days trapped underground. Those eight women all recovered fully, and resumed their normal lives, suffering occasional nightmares. Like all women, they got their daily dose of a cock to fill them up, and they got carefully spermed on their fertile days. They all went two and then three years without conceiving, and everyone was worried. But while they did not conceive, they did not get sick either.
Twenty-seven women and two teenage boys set out on the arctic expedition of 127. Everything went according to plan, but it was a grueling trip. On their return, the twenty-seven women all led healthy lives -- except that they, too, no longer conceived.
When the initial base camp on the beach grew into a real town, conditions got a bit congested. The girls stopped getting pregnant. The one exception was Sue.
It appeared that women stopped conceiving when conditions became stressful. A beautiful environment that begged for more inhabitants made the women fertile. When conditions got crowded or provoked anxiety, they stopped conceiving. They didn't feel the need for a man to inject them with semen. If he did, they never conceived, and if he didn't, they remained healthy. There was a parallel psychological effect. Earth women often experienced a baby hunger, an intense desire for a child. Under stressful or crowded circumstances, the women of Eden didn't want children.
The population regulates itself. So far the women's internal sense of "too crowded" is sustainable. Women in pleasant little villages slow down their childrearing rate if all the land nearby is occupied.
Sue and I celebrated our 200th wedding anniversary privately, in the big grove at the edge of the sea -- now preserved as a historic park.
We got punchy and started reminiscing.
"You would think memories would fade with time, but I remember those first years more vividly than any of the others."
"Oh, me too!" I said. "Desperately hoping that moldy corpse would turn into a girl. Pissing gallons of water. The first time you took my hand."
"That lovely engagement ring. Our wedding night -- it was so special! It felt so good, right? I think it did."
"Giggling as we watched the bunnies humping away. You remember the first time we discovered what a delicacy roasted bunny balls were?"
"Yes! And little Sabrina..." We were both quiet for a bit. Then Sue continued, "It was so sad. But before she died, she lived! She lived for thirteen magnificent years!"
"Yes! Remember the time she had been running all morning and fell asleep in the grass, and when we found her there were a dozen bunnies licking the salt off of her?"
"And I'll never forget when Tina snuggled against me. I thought she was dying, and then she jumped up!"
"I remember fucking her, and how good it felt."
"You were saving her life, remember?"
"Yeah, but what I remember was how luscious it felt."
"After Molly and Nancy seduced you, I wanted to chain you up."
"What?"
"So you could only fuck the girls I brought to you, the ones I wanted you to fuck, when I wanted you to fuck them."
"You never told me that before."
"Yes, I did, you just forgot."
"Oh."We gazed out over the ocean as the big red sun set. 'You know, fucking has solved lots of problems for us. Can you think of one time when fucking fucked things up here, so to speak?'
'No, I can't. Speaking of which...' Sue dipped her fingers into her pussy and brought them under my nose to sniff. She had the unmistakable odor of a girl in heat.
'Oh...' I said. We smiled at each other. Our lips touched, tenderly. Hands massaged as we explored the other's tight young body. And within a few minutes, I slid into my Sue again. We fucked in leisurely fashion for half an hour before I sped up, she followed my rhythm, I ejaculated, and she clenched. And I impregnated my dear Sue once more.
In terms of the famous earth story of Eden, Sue and I are a real Adam and Eve, never kicked out of paradise." | 3 |
116,721 | The Virgin's Story | Hearing all those stories from Beth about the fun she has in college had made me a little apprehensive. I was really looking forward to joining her at her state university and spending most of the weekends at drunken orgies, but there was one problem with that - I was a virgin.
It didn't really bother me that I was a virgin, but Beth said that guys won't go all the way if they think it's your first time and you're drunk. ESPECIALLY if you're drunk. They don't want rape charges brought against them or something like that.
So what was I going to do? I asked her. She decided that we needed a plan of attack.
"It's not going to be that hard," she said. "I mean, look at all the guys I had sex with in high school. Any one of them would be delighted to take your virginity."
I blushed. "Don't say it like that," I admonished her. "It's... vulgar." But I had to admit that I liked talking about it like that. It just didn't go with my good girl image.
It's not that I'm a prude, it's just that I tend to be choosy in my relationships. I don't know why I hadn't had sex yet--I guess I hadn't found the right guy. I always figured I'd have sex before I graduated high school, but that deadline had passed. And with only a couple weeks to go until college started, I needed to get a move on it if I didn't want to start the new school year a virgin.
"I'd suggest just telling one of our guy friends that you're looking to have sex for the first time, and he'll probably be eager to do it," she said.
"Yes, but which one?" I asked.
"Who do you like the best?" she inquired.
"Well, I've got a lot of guy friends, but none of them that I would want to have a relationship with."
She rolled her eyes. "We're not looking for a relationship here, Raven. We're looking for sex. You don't want to have sex for the first time with a guy you're having a relationship with. It just doesn't go well. You have to know how to please a man before you get into a serious relationship. Guys take sex so seriously. It's a big deal to them."
"Well, how do I pick, then?" I asked.
"All right, here's the deal: I personally like a guy with a big penis. And if you have sex with a well-endowed guy for your first time, it's going to hurt anyway, so you might as well make it hurt real good," she said.
That didn't really make much sense, but I nodded.
"The guy with the biggest penis of our friends is John, but he's not a very good lover," she said, thoughtfully. "Ah! I've got it! Devon's... oh, he's so big. Yes, and he knows exactly what he's doing. Mmmm. You know, if you don't have sex with him, I might just decide to do it again."
"All right. Devon it is."
*****
I approached him the next day while most of our friends were playing sand volleyball at the beach. He was complaining about being bored of it and asked if anyone wanted to throw a frisbee. I agreed, and we walked off towards the water a little ways.
"Hey, before we do this, can I ask you to do something for me, Devon?" my heart was pounding in my throat, and I could feel Beth's eyes on the back of my head.
"Sure, what is it?" he squinted against the sun as he looked at me.
"OK, well, let's go this way a little bit." We walked away from where two little kids were dumping water in the moat of their sandcastle and I lowered my voice. I took a deep breath. "If you don't want to do this for me, it's OK. In fact, don't answer right away." I stopped for a moment. He looked at me in confusion. Then I just blurted it out. "Devon, I'm a virgin, and I don't want to be when I leave for college. Would you do me a favor and..."
"...have sex with you?" he finished as I choked on my words.
I suddenly became very fascinated with drawing lines in the sand with my toes. "Yes."
"Raven, I will answer you right now--yes, I'll do it."
When I looked up, he was grinning. I blushed. "OK, um, thank you."
*****
When I woke up two days later, I stared at myself in the mirror. "This is what you look like as a virgin," I told myself. "What will you look like tonight as a girl who's just had sex?"
The truth of it was that I was completely petrified. I had no idea what I was doing. Beth had talked about "orgasms" and I knew from sex ed what all of the organs looked like, but I had just never done it before. I had no idea what to expect.
As I wondered more and more what an actual male penis would look like up close, I started realizing I'd never really looked at myself before. So I made sure the bathroom door was locked, got out a mirror, pulled my pants down, and sat down on the floor. I spread my legs out and propped up a mirror on the floor until I could clearly see what was between them.
I peered down at the mirror into the folds of pink flesh that were before me. I tentatively brushed my hand across them, thinking about how I only did that when I wiped from going to the bathroom and felt a little embarrassed. I'd never touched myself there before if I didn't have to--it just didn't seem right. I got a little bolder and pulled some of the folds apart, but I couldn't distinguish what I was seeing. Everything looked so strange and foreign, it was a wonder it even belonged to me.
I stood up abruptly and put the mirror away. I didn't want to keep Devon waiting on his father's boat.
*****
Devon's father owned a chain of jet ski rental places all up and down the coast, so he was fairly well off. We'd all partied on his boat before, but it was less of a boat and more of a yacht. I'd been in the bedroom once, and it was fantastic. Much better than my parents' boat. You could stand completely upright in the bedroom. In fact, the ceiling was just as high as the one in my living room. The bed was covered in a white fluffy down comforter with white pillows and mirrors at the head of the bed.
When I showed up at the dock, Devon was just stepping off the boat to go grab something to drink. "Do you want anything?" he asked me. "I'm going to get a Dr. Pepper."
"No," I answered, smiling shyly.
"Then go ahead and go on up to the top. I'll be up there in a minute."
I jumped onto the boat and headed up to the top. I sat behind the wheel in the chair and looked out at the great, wide ocean. In just a little while, I'd be out there somewhere, losing my virginity. I imagined doing it up here, with the boat speeding along, the wind in my hair--but then I stopped and blushed again.
Devon came back and I climbed down to help him untie the boat from the dock. We headed up top again and set out into the ocean.
We didn't say anything, but he had a sort of smirk on his face that was starting to make me nervous. At one point I asked, "What are you thinking, Devon?" but he only grunted and said, "Wind is 10 knots out of the southwest."
After ten minutes of boating straight out from the coast, Devon shut down the motor and dropped anchor. He turned to look at me, and said, "Ready?"
I nodded gently and followed his silhouette down and into the bedroom below.
He gently shut and latched the door, and I pulled the shades down. There was practically no chance of anyone even coming near us out here, let alone seeing us, but I just couldn't leave the windows open.
I turned to him.
We stood for a moment, just looking at each other, and my eyes dropped to his pants. I said, "Look, I know this is probably weird for you, but I really want you to... I don't know... TEACH me how to do this. I've never seen a naked man before, and I really want to know how... it all... works." I was blushing a deep crimson again.
"Raven, I understand," he said. "I'm not going to make you do anything you're not ready for."I'm here because YOU asked ME. Can I just ask, though, how you got through 18 years of life without having sex?"
I thought for a moment. "I don't know. I just wasn't interested in it. Beth tells me about all her sexual exploits and I don't understand it."
"What do you mean, you don't understand it?" he asked.
"Well, she talks about 'coming' and how nice it is to have a 'big, throbbing cock' inside her, but I don't understand how it would be nice or what she means when she says she 'comes.'"
He looked at me skeptically. "You've never had an orgasm before?"
"Well, no. I'm a virgin."
"Raven, you've never masturbated before?"
I blushed. "No. My mom caught me looking at myself in the mirror when I was little and she said that good girls do not touch themselves more than they have to."
Devon looked at the ground and said, "Oooo." He seemed deep in thought.
"If you don't want to--"
"Raven, I think that now more than ever do I want to. Eighteen years of completely asexual behavior... I don't think I could do it," he said. "OK, let's--" he stopped, seeming torn. I was confused - he seemed nervous, too. Why would he possibly be nervous? He knew what he was doing.
"OK, wait," I said. "I know what I want to do first. I want to see... you." I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Me?" he said. "Oh, um, ok." He seemed hesitant, nothing like the self-confident love god that Beth claimed him to be.
I watched as he unzipped his pants and slid them down. He kicked them to the side and pulled his shirt over his head. He looked at me as if hesitating, but then hooked his fingers in his boxer shorts and pulled them down.
I leaned forward and stared at his penis, larger than I'd expected and standing straight out from his body. "Come here," I said and he came closer.
I looked it over, staring at the top and moving to the side. I studied his head, which was a darker color than the shaft, then moved so I was looking underneath. I stared at his balls hanging there, then moved my eyes back to his shaft and sat up. I licked my lips and said, "And you're hard now?"
He snorted. "Yes, I'm hard now."
"Well, I'm sorry," I felt a little bit embarrassed. "I didn't know."
"No, it's OK." He stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Uh--"
"Can I touch it?" I asked, looking up at him.
He let out a sigh. "Yes. You can."
I put my hand out tentatively and placed two fingers on the head. Then I got a little bolder and wrapped my whole hand around, so my fingers were encircling the shaft. He moved a little bit towards me then, almost involuntarily, and I moved my hand up and down, stroking it once.
"OK, you gotta do it harder than that," he said. "That just isn't... Just, harder."
I squeezed my hand a little tighter and did the same thing, and he said, "Harder." I tried again, and still, "Raven, HARDER."
I let go abruptly.
"Fu--Raven, what's wrong?"
"I don't want to hurt you," I said.
"Look, you're not going to hurt me. Look, watch this." He gripped his dick in his right hand and began jerking himself off. I watched wide-eyed as his hand moved up and down his shaft, squeezing the end and pulling back to his body. He stopped. "See?"
"Yes," I tried again, mimicking his movements. He let out a moan and I got nervous and let up on the rhythm. I looked up at him, my hand still wrapped tightly around his shaft. He looked down at me. "Can I..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I licked my lips and looked back at it, at its thickness in my hand.
"Yes," he said. "Like an ice cream cone. Don't use your teeth at all."
I opened my mouth and began tonguing his cock. It was salty with an almost sweet undercurrent. "This is what Devon tastes like," I thought to myself. I stopped and asked, "Now what?"
"Now, lick around the head, hard licks," he said breathily.
I followed his instructions, swirling my tongue around his tip.
"Now down the shaft."
I moved my hand and licked all the way down to his body and back up again.
"Take it into your mouth," he said, moaning.
I opened up, careful of my teeth and let it slip between my lips. I still licked it with my tongue, but let it travel further and further back into my mouth. It was halfway into my mouth when I couldn't get it any further, and I pulled it back out again, continuing to lick the head.
Suddenly he said, "Raven, I'm going to--" and jerked it out of my mouth and stepped back and turned away. He grabbed hold of his dick and jerked on it harder than he was before. I looked him in the eye and he was staring at me with a wild look in his eyes, and my eyes jumped back to what was in his hand. As I watched, great gobs of come shot from his cock and hit the wall right beside the window. The milky white fluid shot out again, and once more, but a bit was still stuck to his cock when he let out a long breath and let go.
His dick hung there limply, but I couldn't resist the urge to get down on my knees in front of him and taste the jizz hanging off of it. I licked it quickly up and swallowed it, tasting it all the way down my throat.
Suddenly embarrassed, I moved quickly back to the bed and sat down. As I did so, I noticed a funny feeling between my legs, and my heart pounded faster.
Devon sat down on the bed beside me and turned my face to him. "What are you thinking, Raven?" he asked, almost impassively.
I stared at him. "I don't know. That was... different than anything I've ever seen before."
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I answered. I wasn't sure what was wrong.
"Well, you've seen me. Are you ready to see you?"
I nodded.
He started helping me pull off my clothes. My shirt came over my head, then he stood me up and pulled down my pants. He stood up and quickly unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor.
I was topless.
Devon put his hand around my left breast and said, "These are so beautiful." He squeezed my nipple with one finger and I just stood there, fascinated, as it grew rigid beneath his fingers.
"I'm going to take off your panties now. Are you ready for that?" he asked.
"Yes, I--"
And then they were down.
Beth had sneaked into her brother's room a couple years ago and pulled out some of his dirty magazines. We had spent time looking at the pictures of naked women, laughing at how fake their breasts looked and commenting on their pubic hair.
"Look at her!" Beth said. "She's bald!"
"Are most girls bald like that?" I asked, a little self-conscious. I definitely wasn't.
"No, the girls in the magazine shave it all off. I don't know, the guys think it's great. Personally, I like her," she said, pointing to a girl who had all her pubic hair, but closely cropped to her skin. "That's what I look like? Do you want to see?" I declined, but turned back to the picture.
The next day, I took a pair of scissors to my own genital region and ever since then kept it up. I felt guilty every time, but that was the only time I ever touched myself down there when I didn't have to.
Devon stared at my mound of hair too short to be curly, then asked, "May I run my fingers through it?"
I nodded, biting my lip, and felt his hands stroking me gently, then pulling away.
"We're going to look at you now," he said. "Orgasm is not something that only happens during sex. In fact, sometimes women don't always want to have orgasms during sex. But you need to know how to make yourself come if you're going to teach your partner how to make you come."
"But how am I supposed to know how to make myself..." I couldn't say the word. It sounded wrong. "...if I've never done it before? I don't know what it feels like. I don't think I'll know what it feels like."
He laughed. "I think you'll know what it is when you experience it. It's unmistakable."
He stepped away from me and gathered pillows on the bed. "Here, lay here, facing the mirror on the wall."
I sat down, primly putting my knees together and folding my hands over my chest.
Devon started laughing heartily. "Raven, honestly, you can't be doing that now. Look, sex is nothing to be ashamed of. But if you don't want to do this, I can't help you."
I said, "No, no, I do want to do this, I just..."
"OK, here," he said down next to me. "Get comfortable." He arranged me on the pillows and then gently pulled my knees apart. "Look here," he said, pointing to the mirror. "Look at yourself."
I looked. It was the same image that I saw in the mirror in my bathroom this morning. Folds of pink skin all jumbled up. I couldn't make sense of it and hoped he could.
"I'm going to touch you now," he said, and I nodded.
Devon took a finger and traced lightly up my thigh and I shivered involuntarily, suddenly. Then he traced it along one of the folds and said, "These are your outer lips." I stared at them, and he pulled them apart. He began tracing along the inside of them, but stopped and pulled a finger away. It was glistening. "Look, you're wet," he said.
"I am?" I asked.
Devon smiled and said, "I think you liked my little show."
I blushed and said, "Well, yes."
He put his hand back down there and said, "Look, here are your inner lips." He massaged them gently between his index and middle fingers. Things began feeling funny down there again, in the same way I felt when I sat on the bed after watching him have his orgasm.
"Look, I'm going to pull your lips apart now and show you," he said. He did just that, pulling my lips apart with the index and middle finger on both hands. I felt naked and exposed, but something caught my eye.
"What's that?" I asked.
Devon pulled the folds back even further and said, "Look, that's your clitoris."It was nestled at the top of my lips, and I stared at the little pink nub in the mirror for a couple of minutes before asking, "What does it do?"
"Well," he said, "I'm going to touch it. Just relax." Holding the top part of my lips open with his index finger and thumb, a little awkwardly so I could still see, he ran his finger from the other hand right over my clitoris.
"Oh!" I exclaimed and jerked, causing him to lose his grip. He pulled his hands back.
"Yeah," he said. "Pretty neat, isn't it?" and laughed.
"Well, maybe," I said, a little confused. I wasn't sure what that was. "Was that an orgasm?"
Devon laughed heartily. "Oh, no, Raven, it's so much better than that. I cannot believe you've never--" He laughed again.
"Where's my vagina?" I asked. "Beth calls it a cunt sometimes." After I said it, I felt a little silly, like the naïve little girl I am.
"Here," he put his hand down there again, then pulled my lips wider apart than they were before. "You can't really see it because there's nothing really to see. It goes all the way into your body." It was just a pucker of flesh and pink, all leading into my... cunt? He stroked his finger over it, and a different feeling flooded me, and I jumped again. Not as much this time, because he didn't lose his grip, and he did it one more time.
"Most women need to have their clitoris stroked before they have an orgasm. So that's what I'm going to do right now," he said.
Devon reached down one more and pulled my lips apart to reveal my clitoris again. "I want you to try not to jerk away. Just feel my finger rubbing you. I'm going to start on the edge."
He placed his index finger right next to the little nub, and I watched, fascinated, as he began to stroke it gently up and down. I began to feel tingling sensations all over my body as I got goosebumps. As he moved closer to my clitoris, pleasant feelings shivered through my lower body, and I moaned. He wasn't even touching it yet.
And then he was, gently circling just the edge with his finger, going around it. I stared at the little fold of flesh, pink and hard beneath his touch, and began to enjoy the caresses. He moved his finger over the top of it, and I was flooded with sensations inside and outside my body.
Devon pulled his finger away and said, "I want you to try it now."
I looked at him horrified, but he raised his eyebrows. "There's nothing wrong with it. You just watched me do it, right?"
I nodded and looked back to where I was spread out in front of the mirror. I hesitantly put two fingers to the side of my clitoris and began rubbing. It felt the same as when Devon did it, but I noticed that I could move my hand around just to where it felt best. Soon I was stroking myself, my fingers running back and forth over the little nub and around to the left side, which made me a little more tingly.
I was enjoying that, but then something was happening. I felt like someone had turned a blender on in my body, and my clitoris felt like it was starting to twitch, although my fingers felt nothing. I jerked my hand back, horrified at the sensations.
"What happened?" Devon asked.
"I--I don't know. Something weird is going on. But not anymore. I don't like it."
"Relax," he said. "You were about to come. For the first time."
"No, no, I don't want to," I said. "It feels weird. I don't like it." I stared at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, and my legs were spread out. I stared down at my sex and started to close my eyes when Devon jerked my knees apart again.
"Relax, Raven," he said, and placed his fingers on my clitoris and started rubbing like he was before.
"No, Devon, no, I don't want to," I tried to squirm, but he put his hand on my stomach and pinned me there. All I could do was watch in horror as his fingers moved over my body and felt the blender-feeling in my pelvis again.
The feeling got more intense, and tears started to roll down my cheeks. I so desperately wanted to get away, didn't want to feel this, didn't want to experience this strange, involuntary spasming of my lower body.
Suddenly, it felt like Devon's finger had extended in a white hot flash deep into my body. I shivered as it began to spread out, and I clenched my eyes shut against it. That only made the feelings more intense, as I felt a supernatural hand squeezing and clenching the entire area between my legs. I could hear my wails but couldn't do anything about them. I wondered what would happen if I did relax like Devon had asked, so I let my body go limp, and the feeling only intensified. I could still feel Devon's finger stroking my clitoris, but it was secondary to the flashes of light than seemed to be rippling through my body. I shook involuntarily and then pressed my hips against his hand against my will. The feelings echoed down my legs, and I writhed, pressing my feet against the wall and flinging my head back against the pillows as the feeling continued.
I could feel it dying away into rhythmic pulses in what was probably my vagina, and I finally relaxed fully and slumped into the pillows.
Devon took his hand back.
When I opened my eyes, he was licking his fingers, and I felt myself turning a deep shade of crimson. "I'm so sorry," I said, wiping the tears that were beginning to roll down my face again.
Devon grabbed my wrists roughly and looked me right in the eyes. "Raven. Do not be sorry. That was the most fucking beautiful--I'm sorry, most beautiful thing I have experienced. I love to see women orgasm, and the fact that it was your first one makes it all the more intense for me."
"Really?" I asked, almost not wanting to believe it.
"Really. And if you don't believe me, believe," he gestured to his lower waist.
His penis was as rigid as it was before, but this time, the tip was turning a deep purple color. "What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means I liked it," he sighed.
He laid down on the bed next to me and gently wiped my tears away. We sat with our own thoughts for a few minutes, and I enjoyed a rhythmic thumping in my lower body. As it died away, I said, "What now?"
He took a second to answer. "Well," he started, "you're still a virgin."
"Oh, yeah," I said. Then, "well, that's the whole point of this little rendezvous. Maybe we should get that taken care of."
"Maybe we should."
He sat up on the bed and had me do the same. He spread some pillows out at the head of the bed and then some out at waist level and gently moved me so that my hips were propped up a little ways. He pushed me back on the other pillows.
"Raven, I don't know what it feels like for a girl to have sex for the first time, but girls have told me that it hurts. If it hurts, I will stop and pull back out."
"No, Devon." I said. "Don't pull out, because we've got to do this. Just... keep it in there."
"I will go slow."
"Go... Go very slow," I said, and took a deep breath. I spread my legs.
He leaned over me and positioned his cock right outside my entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked gently.
"Yes. SLOWLY," I said, a little frightened. I held onto his left arm, the one that was balancing him above me.
I stared at him. I could feel his dick pressing against my body and wondered how it would ever get inside. It didn't seem like he was pushing it into an entrance, and he was just going to slide along my leg. But then I felt it--it was a stabbing, searing pleasure. He stopped pushing.
"Raven, are you OK?"
"Yes, yes," I gasped. "That feels so... just push gently and then stop again."
He did, and I gritted my teeth against it. It was the most intense thing I'd ever felt, such an intense pain but the most pleasurable pain I'd ever felt.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" he asked.
"No, go, more, oh, please, more..."
He pressed deeper into me, and suddenly it felt like something snapped, and the pain-pleasure broke and spread into a warmth, and he was inside of me. "I'm going to keep going, OK?" Devon asked.
"Yes," I said, and he slid ever so slowly inside of me until he was as deep as he could go.
He sat back a little and said, "Well, I'm in."
I looked down to where our bodies were connected. His dick had disappeared inside my body. That throbbing, huge thing was inside of me. I squirmed a little bit and could feel his fullness pressing out against me. I gently traced a small spot on my lower stomach and said, "Your head is right here," almost inaudibly.
"I'm going to slide partly out now," he said. "Just feel it, OK?"
He leaned back over me and did just that, inch by inch, pulling out until it felt like he was going to pop out of me. He didn't, though, and he stopped. "You doing all right?" he asked again.
I smiled and said, "Devon, I'm fine. Go a little bit quicker now."
He complied, and I could feel his penis pressing my cunt out as it slowly plunged in. I moaned beneath him. When he was all the way in again, he grabbed my hips with his hands and wriggled my body. Suddenly my clitoris was touching his body, and as he slowly slid out again, his lower body glided over my little nub and rubbed it so deliciously.
"I'm really starting to like this," I told him. "Press your dick into me faster."
He seemed a little shocked, but did so, then stopped once he made it all the way in again. "You just said 'dick' without blushing."
"I guess I did," I said, gripping his shoulders. "It kind of makes it better this way. It's like it's... naughty. For you to... fuck my cunt like that."
I couldn't tell what the expression on his face meant, but he laughed. "So you like to talk dirty while we fuck?" he asked.
"Yes, I like it when your cock fills my pussy up really full."
"Pussy?" he asked, pulling out and pushing back in again. "That's something I didn't know was part of Raven's vocabulary.""Fuck me a little faster," I moaned, and he did, sliding in and out of me as his body stroked my little nub pleasantly.
"Raven, I can't last long if we're going to go faster," he said.
"Devon, are you going to come?" I asked.
"Yes," he said simply.
"Go faster then. I want you to come inside of me and fill my cunt up with your..." I couldn't think of a word for it.
His strokes were becoming faster and harder, and I was beginning to shiver as his body stroked my clit to heights I'd reached for the first time only a little while ago. I could feel the same squeezing sensations that I had before and knew I was going to come again shortly.
"You want me to come inside your cunt?" he groaned.
"Yes," I moaned, writhing against him.
"You want me to fill your box with my hot come?" he moaned.
"Fuck me, Devon, fuck me like that," I moaned. "I'm going to come, too..." And then I did, that same supernatural hand squeezing and tightening my pussy, made even more intense by the hard, thick dick that was pumping and throbbing in and out of me. "Fuck," he moaned as he drove his dick hard into me even as my orgasm continued. I realized that I could squeeze my muscles around him, and I felt him explode in me, filling me up with his hot come. Our bodies shook and shuddered together, and my pleasure spread out through my legs once again and slowly died off.
He sat up as though he were going to pull out of me, but I pulled him back down. "No, don't leave me yet," I said. "Just stay inside me for a moment."
He wrapped his arms around me and put his weight down on my body. I felt him on top of me, his body a crushing weight against me, as his dick seemed to shrink inside of me. I liked the feel of it still and wiggled a little bit to make sure it was still there and hadn't shrunk away.
"Thank you, Devon," I said, not knowing what else to say. He'd taught me a lot of things in this short amount of time, and I was excited to go out and use my knowledge in just a week and a half at college. Beth and I were going to have so much fun...
"No, thank you," he said. "That was so good."
I awkwardly pushed his head up so that he would look at me, and he sat up on his elbows. "I haven't kissed you yet," I said, and then our lips met.
I decided that there was no finer thing in the world than kissing when a man--hard or soft--was inside of you. I stroked his tongue with mine as our kiss lasted on and on.
Suddenly, I could feel it again, pressing gently against the walls of my vagina. As I kissed him, it grew bigger and harder until it was pressing out with the same urgency as before.
"Oh, God, Devon, not again," I said, pulling back and smiling.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it--"
"I'm just kidding, it's OK."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
He grinned. | 4 |
116,745 | Distractions | He rang me at the office around three in the afternoon. That time of day when everything urgent has been dealt with and you're starting to plan for tomorrow. He was planning for the evening though.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?" he asked immediately.
"Of course not, darling."
"You've got a key, haven't you? If not, I can leave one under the plant pot."
"You're really worked up about this, aren't you?" I asked, amused at how worked up he was. He was normally so calm and in control. "I've got a key, right here. Can you hear me rattling it?"
"OK, OK, I know I'm fussing, but you know how much I want this promotion. I'm going to start now. I'll be in the sitting room. The answer machine will be on so I can hear the messages. If you get held up, just give me a call."
"There shouldn't be any problems. This is going to be fun."
"What have you got planned?" he asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.
"You'll have to wait and see, darling, won't you," I teased.
"Remember, you can't touch me."
"I know the rules, don't fret. By the way, what do I get if I succeed?"
"I haven't really thought about it since I know you won't be able to do it," he told me confidently.
"Oh, you're challenging me, are you?" I queried, thinking he should really know better by now. "You might regret that. See you soon."
I could hardly wait for five o'clock to arrive. I drove as fast as I dared to his house, turning over various schemes in my mind. I turned the key in the lock as quietly as I could and crept into the sitting room, hoping to surprise him. He was standing in the centre of the room, back straight, one arm by his side and the other holding a broom handle over his shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the opposite wall. I tiptoed up behind him and yelled as loudly as I could:
"Arrgghh!" He didn't flinch in the slightest. I walked round in front of him and smiled at him. His eyes remained fixed on the wall. I tried all the obvious things to distract him like waving my hands, blowing in his ear, yawning. I was hoping for at least a reflex yawn, but nothing produced the slightest change in expression or posture. Well, I knew it wasn't going to be too easy. After all, he's nearly as stubborn as me. It was time to try something a bit subtler.
"There's a chicken and an egg in bed together. The chicken is laying back smoking and looking very satisfied. The egg is sat looking totally fed up, muttering under its breath 'Well, we settled that question'." Not a muscle moved on his face. I was very impressed. I knew his sense of humour very well, and usually, he would have been snorting with laughter. If I wanted to win, I was going to have to go with plan B.
I sprawled on the sofa. His gaze was fixed on the wall above my head, but I knew he would be able to see me in his peripheral vision. I lay back and stretched out my spine, trying another yawn. Then I slowly drifted my fingers to the buttons of my top. One by one, I undid them all. I slid my fingers inside and pulled the top open. Sitting up, I let the top slide off my arms. Then I pushed the bra straps off my shoulders and peeled the thin cotton away from my breasts. Was it my imagination or did his eyes widen slightly?
I lay back again and pulled the clasp out of my hair. I ran my fingers through the tangled length of it, knowing this was something he loved to watch me do. My hair fell onto the upper slopes of my breasts, and it was easy to slide my hands from my hair to my exposed skin. I lightly trailed my fingertips across the curves, tracing ever-narrowing circles until I reached my nipples. Even though I knew how good it would feel, the jolt of pure pleasure always took me by surprise. I cupped my breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently together as my thumbs rubbed across the nipples. I could feel my internal muscles tighten as my nipples hardened. I remembered the first time Jack had touched me.
We had been dancing together most of the night, our bodies saying what we hadn't yet managed to put into words. I bumped into him in the corridor on the way back from the toilet. We had laughed and exchanged some flippant comments. I don't know who had moved first, but somehow we were kissing. Soft and gentle at first, then his hands were in my hair, tilting my head as his lips met mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. We've kissed so many times since, but I'll always remember that time: the taste of beer in his mouth, the unknown contours of his tongue, and the flood of desire. I had made no protest when his hands had slid inside my top and found my breasts. My hands tightened as I remembered, and I gave an involuntary gasp as another twist of pleasure shuddered through me.
My eyes flickered open, and I saw Jack stood in front of me and recollected what I was doing. He hadn't moved, but the muscles along his jaw looked tight and strained. A stranger would never have noticed, but I knew I was getting to him. I lifted my hips and slid my knickers and skirt off together. I kicked them across the room so that they flew past his face, but he didn't flinch. I settled back on the sofa and spread my legs wide to give him a good view. I'd shaved every inch possible that morning in preparation, and it was worth it when I saw him swallow hard. He was definitely starting to crack.
My hands began smoothing over my skin again. They brushed across my breasts again, restarting the tremors of pleasures and hardening my nipples. One hand slowly began to move downwards, across my stomach and between my legs. It felt strange, almost dissipated to be doing in daylight and in full view of another person something that previously I'd only done in the dark of my bedroom. Lying on my back instead of my front added to the novelty of the situation. However, it still felt the same when my fingers grazed across the insides of my thighs. I would normally have felt exposed and vulnerable. Not with this man though. I knew because of the love that we shared that I could trust him with anything, confident that he would never deliberately hurt me.
I could feel the moisture gathering, and I dipped my fingers into it to lubricate them. As softly and gently as possible, I began to rub my clit. As the pleasure grew and my flesh swelled, I moved firmer and faster. When I was so wet I could hear a squelching noise with each movement, I slid a finger inside. I heard a short gasp, but when I looked at Jack, he was still stood motionless, staring at the wall. Upon closer examination, I noticed a bulge in his trousers, and he was definitely breathing faster.
I turned my attention back to my own body. I was breathing faster too, and I was becoming more vocal as the exquisite tension built inside me. Physically, my body was well on the way to orgasm, but I knew I needed some mental stimulation as well. I tried to remember the best time we had made love.
The first few times had been fast and lust-driven. I mainly remembered tearing off clothes in the urgency to have sex. Later, there had been long Sunday afternoons in bed exploring and massaging each other as we learnt the best way to give pleasure. We had made love half-asleep at night and half-awake in the morning. He had even managed it a few times in his sleep. We had experimented with various positions and locations. Wherever, whenever, or however, I always loved his first slow thrust inside of me. When he was as far inside as he could go, he would pause and smile down at me. That one moment when we were as close as physically possible, he would stop and look into my eyes, and I would know we were close emotionally too. Then last week, he had whispered 'I love you'. One little whisper during a moment of stillness, then he began moving. Each thrust seemed to be an echo of his words, and it felt as if he was filling me with his love.
I had two fingers inside now, and I was mimicking his thrusts.My gasps and whimpers of pleasure were loud in my ears as I felt all my muscles tighten. The shudders twisted my body, making my back lift off the sofa as the juices flooded over my fingers. The spasms swept through me several more times until at last I collapsed, exhausted and sweaty.
I felt his arms around me, and he softly kissed my eyelids. He nuzzled my neck before turning his attention to my still sensitized breasts. His lips followed the path my fingers had taken moments earlier, reawakening the tremors of pleasure that had just died down. He must have removed his trousers, as I could feel him throbbing against my leg. I wrapped a hand around his shaft and began rubbing. I watched him close his eyes and enjoy the sensation for a moment. He moved between my legs, pulling me to the edge of the couch. He entered me in one smooth movement. He felt so different from my fingers, filling and stretching me deep inside. He held himself rigid for a moment as he smiled into my eyes. He withdrew, then pushed back in, quickly settling into a rhythm. I could feel the internal tremors intensify, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as he moved faster. He climaxed quickly, his face contorting with pleasure. I held him close as he shuddered and whispered:
"I love you."
After his breathing had slowed back to a normal pace, he pulled me against his side and buried his face in my hair. I could hear his heart thudding under my ear and feel every breath he took.
"I guess I won then?" I asked innocently. He gave a snort of laughter.
"That's what you think, is it?"
"Well, you don't seem to be standing to attention anymore. Looks to me like I managed to distract you."
"You could distract a saint like that!" he laughed.
"And you're definitely not a saint. So what are you going to tell the sergeant-major tomorrow?"
"I don't know. I could tell him that as long as my girlfriend doesn't strip naked and pleasure herself in front of me, I'm confident I can stand motionless for a whole watch."
"Don't you dare say that. I'd never be able to face him again. Besides, I'm hardly likely to do that on the pavement in front of Buckingham Palace."
"Exactly. Which means you cheated, so you didn't win," he pointed out triumphantly.
"I don't think so. You just said I had to do everything I could to distract you without touching you. That was the only rule."
"OK, I give in. What do you want for your prize?"
"Umm. How about you bring one of those big black hats back with you one day and make love to me with it on? I bet you won't be able to keep it on."
"Hmm, a new challenge. If I get the guard duty, I'm sure I can manage. What will I get if I win?"
"Well, what would you like?" And we began negotiations. We really are too competitive, but it's such fun, whoever wins. | 4 |
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Uncanny X-Men 349.
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"I was under the impression I would be meeting directly with Mr Wilson himself," said Robert Haversham, his clipped English accent already grating on Wade's nerves.
"Mr Wilson prefers not to come out in such a public place," said Weasel, "You see he's terrified of... uhhh, bacteria and doesn't go out without a containment sui...OUCH!"
Haversham raised an eyebrow, had Mr Weese's companion just shunted him in the arm with his elbow?
"Sorry, tennis elbow," said Weasel, grinning weakly.
"Our employer," said Mr Weese's companion, his accent matching Haversham's perfectly. In fact, if the man wasn't so obviously a refined, cultured Englishman one might suspect he was taking the mickey, "Is, to put it frankly, concerned about the veracity of your offer of employment, as you can imagine he does not usually get phone calls from Heads of Multinational Corporations."
"Let's cut to the chase," said Haversham, "Mr Weese, Mr...?"
"Willis, Warren Willis," said Weasel's companion.
"Mr Weese, Mr Willis, I want your employer to kill someone for me, and I am willing to pay a very, very significant increase on his usual fee."
Weasel looked uncomfortable, his gear indicated there were no bugs, no wires in the room but just coming straight out and saying you wanted a guy whacked.... you'd think an English Lord would have more class... then again the guy wasn't actually an English Lord, but he sure had the money to be one if he wanted.
"How significant?" asked Willis, obviously unperturbed.
"Wipe this man out and I'm willing to pay you one billion dollars."
"Guh," said Mr Willis.
"Yes," replied Haversham, throwing a small electronic notepad to Weasel, who caught it, "All the relevant information is in there, once I have irrefutable evidence he is dead I'll wire the money into any account of your choosing."
"Guh," said Mr Willis.
"Come on... Warren," said Weasel, "Let's go, I'm sure our employer will be interested to hear these terms."
"Guh," said Mr Willis, allowing himself to be led out of the room.
Haversham remained seated at his desk, looking straight ahead until he was sure they were gone. Then he collapsed forward, unconscious.
"Fools," boomed a voice, seemingly from the shadows in the corner of the huge office, anyone looking closely might have seen a hulking shadow within the shadows, and crimson slits which might have been eyes.
Once outside the Head Office, Weasel let out a huge whoop of breath.
"Man, can you believe that?" he asked Mr Willis.
"A billion smackeroonies," said Wade Wilson, Deadpool, disguised with an electronic image inducer to appear normal. He'd dropped the English accent.
"I mean, why is he willing to pay a billion dollars to wipe out some schmoe?"
He looked at the electronic notepad.
"Oh," he said.
"Oh?" asked Deadpool, "What oh?"
Weasel showed him the subject.
"Oh," said Deadpool.
Jean Grey was one of the most powerful psi's on the planet, next to Charles Xavier and The Shadow King she was probably the most skilled and experienced telepath alive.
But skill and experience didn't count when you lost access to your tools.
For the past several weeks, beginning the same day as the final confrontation with Magnus, it had become increasingly difficult to use her telepathy. At the insistence of Reed Richards (Mr Fantastic of The Fantastic Four) she had created an astral form and travelled to the astral plane, discovering that the limitless energy made up of all the mental energy coming from every living being was in a state of flux, severely damaged in a way that could only be deliberate.
"So who has the power to do that kind of thing?" Reed had asked once she returned to her physical body.
"No one," she had replied, "Not even The X-Man, whom as far as we can tell is a living psionic battery, could tear and rip at the astral plane like that."
"Then we may have to consider that the problem is cumulative," he had replied immediately, "Certainly the number of psi potentials has increased a million fold in the last century. A hundred years ago there would have been only a handful of people capable of travelling to the astral plane, now there are thousands, maybe millions and the strain may be telling."
The problem with the astral plane was that the only way to get there was via telepathy or magic, and as it was in a state of flux no one could travel there for more than a few moments by themselves, let alone bring someone along for the ride. Hence, Reed could not study the phenomena firsthand.
Now weeks later, Jean found she could only just manage to sense her husband's thoughts, Scott Summers - Cyclops - via their mindlink. She no longer needed to maintain her mental guards to keep the stray thoughts of people around her crowding in on her. She was losing her telepathy.
Some would have seen it as a blessing in disguise, no longer having to shield away the thoughts of every person nearby. But for Jean it was like losing a sense, losing your taste, your smell, your hearing was what it was like. Worst of all it was happening gradually, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Dr. Henry McCoy, known as The Beast as an X-Man and as Hank to his friends, was not a happy camper.
"And the term, in this case at least, proves to be literal rather than figurative," he muttered.
"What's the matter Hank?" asked Bobby Drake, Iceman for his ability to take the moisture from the air and freeze it in place.
"The problem? The problem my frigid associate, is that these environmental factors are entirely unsuitable for my research, in actuality, not just unsuitable but unacceptable."
As he spoke he gestured behind him, indicating the series of tents sitting in front of the blackened stumps of foundation that were all that remained of The Mansion.
"So we're roughing it for a bit," started Bobby, "But.."
"Do not interject just yet," Beast interrupted, "Whilst I am fully capable of,'roughing it,' as it were, I am not capable of continuing my research into the particularly virulent species of influenza that the Atlanta Centre For Bacteria and Virus Research has commissioned."
"The flu?""Dr. Henry McCoy, the man who cured The Legacy Virus, AIDS, and Cancer in one fell swoop, not to mention ending Graydon Creed's racist Presidential Campaign... with a little help from me, might I add... is now working on a cure for the flu?" asked Bobby, a small smile crossing his face.
"Influenza has never been cured," Henry replied, looking slightly annoyed. "Whenever one strain is defeated, a new one appears, it... excuse the terminology, mutates. Some strains, including the one I'm working on, have the potential to kill thousands."
"Forget all that," said Bobby. "What I want to know is what this is all leading up to, are you leaving the X-Men?"
Beast hesitated. "Yes, yes Bobby, I think I am."
He turned around and walked away, heading back for the little tent he'd been living in for weeks now.
"Don't mind the Doc," said a voice behind Bobby, who twisted about to find himself facing Logan - Wolverine - leaning against the small well they'd been getting water from (thanks to Storm the well never ran dry) and lighting a cigarette. "Big brain like that needs stimulation to keep occupied, not much brain challenge living in a tent in a field, and since Apocalypse and Sinister kicked the bucket, and Magneto burnt himself out trying to become one with the Earth's electromagnetic field, there hasn't been much work for us," he paused to take a puff of his cigarette. "And since we can't go winging around the world any more like we used to, and what with there being about twenty X-Groups nowadays...." he left the sentence unspoken, taking another drag off of his cigarette.
"Don't mean I gotta like it," Bobby said.
Jean opened her eyes and sighed, staring at the green canvas of the tent only four feet above her. "Bit of a change from the boathouse, isn't it?" she thought to herself. Suddenly a smiling face filled her vision, that of her husband, Scott Summers.
She smiled, despite her telepathy rapidly diminishing, she could at least still speak to her husband in her mind, and she knew he had heard the thought.
"I don't mind that so much," she told him via their mindlink, "Although I'd have preferred it if the boathouse hadn't been rigged to blow with the Mansion."
"What bothers me is that we still don't know why The Professor set it off, or where he is. Even when we contacted Moira on Muir Isle and asked her to use Cerebro to scan for him, we came up with nothing, it's like he disappeared off the face of the earth," Scott replied.
"Possible," Jean said, out loud now, not even realizing, "Maybe the Shi'ar picked him up? Who knows, except there aren't really any villains left who knew who he was."
Scott sighed, not knowing where the Professor was had been eating him up ever since they'd arrived at the Mansion to discover that he was gone, the Mansion gone as well. Wolverine had gone around the whole property, then reported back he could get no scent of Xavier or anyone else.
"No use worrying about it," she said, wishing for the millionth time that she could see into his eyes. As a child, he'd received a head injury which later affected his ability to control his optic blasts, and now he was forced to constantly wear a visor of ruby quartz, the only substance his beams couldn't penetrate.
He smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lightly. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but as was usual between them, it lasted much longer than was intended. She raised her own head as their lips brushed against each other, parting them slightly, she kissed him back. He smiled slightly and then they were lightly probing into each other's mouths with their tongues. The kiss lasted just over a minute, husband and wife enjoying the taste of each other, the sense of closeness, oneness that they always felt when they were together.
When the kiss finally broke, Jean took a long breath and groaned happily, feeling his hand slide beneath the sleeping bag and cupping one of her large, firm breasts.
Scott loved Jean, it was as simple as that. Almost from the moment he'd set eyes on her, he'd been infatuated, then he had lost her (or at least he had seemed to) and he'd been completely shattered. He'd been with two women during that time, a sea captain and then Madelyne Pryor, a woman he'd thought he'd loved. In the end, she had turned out to be his way of replacing Jean, she looked just like Jean, talked and walked like Jean. He'd been shocked to discover her secret, that she was nothing more than a clone, a genetic duplicate of Jean created by Mr. Sinister to fit in with his plans of a genetically perfect mutant... a plan that had been realized in their child Nathan, then warped by Sinister's nemesis Apocalypse.
Now that he had her back, every moment apart made him feel hollow, like he'd lost a limb. These moments together were incredible, beautiful, beyond description.
As his hand massaged and kneaded the firm, round globe of her breast, her hand slid down between his boxer shorts and encircled the base of his cock shaft. They kissed again, pressing harder, his fingers rubbing at her erect nipples as her hand slid up and down his aroused organ.
With more force than usual, Scott could feel Jean's tongue sliding into his mouth as the pressure against his lips increased. He quickly straddled her, she unconsciously used her telekinetics (which remained as strong as ever, the flux in the astral plane affecting her telepathy only) to support his weight on her stomach.
Scott knew that the extra passion, the added pressure was because she wanted to relieve her tension. This thing with the astral plane was sorely affecting her and lately he'd sensed something akin to desperation in their frenetic love making. He was surprised when she rolled to the side, making him drop to the ground. She rolled over and came up, now she was on top of him, the sleeping bag left behind. She was naked, and even after over 12 years of marriage, her firm, toned body made his heart skip a beat.
Scott was only too happy to lay back, preparing to enjoy this ride. Staring up at her beautiful face framed by shoulder-length red hair, her slender neck sloping down to full, firm breasts with small, erect nipples. Her narrow waist widening out at the hips and moving down to long, luscious legs. Between her thighs rested the greatest treasure of all, her magnificent vagina, pink lips shaven free of hair with only a small rectangle of red pubic hair above it. He only wished he could get a look at her magnificent ass, the smooth white globes never failed to get a rise out of him, literally.
Jean smiled slyly at Scott, then ran her fingernails up her, over the underside of her breasts and lightly flicked her nipples. She shuddered in delight and Scott's grin got wider.
She began to play with her nipples, making small circles against the hard, pink nubs. With that same sly grin on her face, her hand cupped the underside of her breast and lifted it, by bringing her head down and pushing out her tongue, she was able to lightly lick her nipples, making them glisten with a combination of sweat from the heated confines of the tent and her own saliva.
Scott let out a little moan and Jean knew that if she leaned back even a little bit, she would feel his hard cock press against her. No sooner did the thought cross her mind than she did so, loving the heat of the head of his dick against her flesh.
He had been content to lie back and watch, but now that his cock had been stimulated, however briefly, he wanted desperately to get inside of her. Still, she was in charge of this particular event, so he was willing to let her take control.
Jean, always thinking of him, leaned forward so that her breasts hung just within his reach.
"Hey," she said, "They taste nice, try them."
Scott reached up and closed his hands around her round, firm globes of tit-flesh. Despite their apparent firmness, they were still kneadable, something he certainly enjoyed doing. Lifting his head, he took one erect nipple in his mouth and lightly sucked on it, his tongue making small circles of saliva around her nipples. Jean moaned happily and slid a finger down between her thighs, where her vagina was coating his stomach with her juices. She lifted her ass slightly and slid her fingers between her pink pussy lips, fingering herself as her husband sucked on her tits.
He lifted himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife, still playing with her nipples with his tongue, alternating between each one, leaving the nipples and a small circle of flesh around each one glistening with saliva.
"Okay," she said, "Time for the main event."
She slid her fingers back from out of her pussy, but kept them down there, parting her lips. Then she raised her ass and slid back slightly, Scott's arms loosening so that she could do so. Then with a practiced ease from their years together, she lowered herself down onto his cock.
They both moaned happily, him at the feel of her velvety pussy parting around his dick and also the friction of her fingers as inch after inch of his cock sank into her tight cunt. She at the glorious feeling as he filled her completely, making them one together.
She gripped his shoulders and leaned forward, kissing him again, not so long this time but with as much passion. Their tongues twined against each other, then they broke apart. She smiled at him, able to look into his eyes through the visor, but not in their natural color, for them his eyes and the bridge of his nose would always be red, especially since it was her telepathy which she had used in the past to hold his optic blasts back, a telepathy that was now all but gone.Holding his shoulders, she slid up and down, gently rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down his now lubricated cock, which glistened with her juices. Her tits rose and fell, up and down, dropping sweat off her erect nipples as she slid up and down, her cunt slapping against the base of his dick with each downswing.
She gyrated her hips, making little circles which made the sensations running through each their laps even more intense. Her moans seemed timed to his, which was only natural, considering that they had never grown tired of each other in bed and had had a long time to know each other's bodies inside out.
"Oh Jean," he moaned, "So good, so good!"
"I know...huh, yes... I know what you like," she cried, pounding up and down faster and faster, her ass pounding against his thighs, her cunt against his cock, and they both knew they were on the brink.
He looked deep into her eyes, and he knew she wanted to do the same, but his visor prevented anything but the most superficial look. He wanted to tell her how good it felt, how the pleasure racing through his nerves turned him on, the sight of her tits bouncing up and down, the feel of her pussy around his cock, the look of lust on her face, even the way her hair got sweat and plastered against her face. He wanted to, but the pleasure was too intense for mere words to describe. But due to their mindlink, he knew that she could feel it, just as he could feel her pleasure, feel the steadily building intensity of her oncoming orgasm, feel the same feelings she felt, it made their sex more incredible than normal and it was perhaps the secret to their not having tired of each other at all.
He wouldn't be able to hold much longer, and he didn't have to, all he had to do was hold off cumming (which in fact felt almost as good as the moment of orgasm itself) until she did, and he knew she was going to blow soon. He held her loosely in his arms, staring into her eyes as she bounced up and down, her cunt clasping his cock tightly, waiting.
Jean knew he was holding it off, and she knew that her own orgasm was fast coming, she didn't try to hold it back, the steadily building pleasure was already more than she could handle. The tenseness was just brilliant. She lifted her ass up higher than before and then dropped back down, buffering the impact with her telekinesis so she felt only the pleasure, none of the pain.
She did this several times, each time grinding her cunt against the base of his cock before lifting back up, her cuntlips pulling out as if they didn't want to release the fat cock inside of her.
"I can feel it, I can feel it coming!" she cried, her eyes half closed, "I'm going to cum Scott, can you feel it."
Scott nodded, his own eyes closing behind the visor, feeling the intensity of their coupling, the feel of her pussy around his cock and the sensations of the clasping cuntlips every time she rose and fell was driving him to the limits.
"THIS IS IT!" they screamed together.
Juices exploded from within Jean, a small spray managing to free itself past her tightly clasping cunt, the rest held in by the effective plug of Scott's cock. At the same time as this, as her cuntlips squeezed down even tighter than before, Scott was grunting and firing his sperm deep into her vagina. Jean's cunt ground hard down as he pushed his own hips up, and they stayed that way for a long time, trying to keep the pleasure going as long as possible.
Finally, their sweaty bodies relaxed and Scott fell backwards, pulling Jean with him. Her tits pressed against his muscular chest, and she smiled at him, still feeling his cock hard inside her, although soon it would soften and come free, along with her contained pussyjuices.
"Wow," she said.
"Wow," he replied.
They both giggled.
"Jean, Cyke," said a rough voice they both recognized, it came from outside the tent.
Jean smiled lightly, despite losing most of her telepathy, she knew the man well enough to read his mind anyway. He would have known they were having sex due to his hyper-senses, and hadn't lifted the flap of their tent, which would have caused some embarrassment.
She couldn't help but feel sad, she knew Logan loved her, and she loved him too, but not like she loved Scott, and he knew that too.
"Logan?" asked Scott, he sensed Jean's thoughts but still didn't seem pleased about the interruption.
"Yeah, listen, we got us a problem."
Scott and Jean emerged dressed, not in costume but in ordinary clothes. Once they saw the source of the problem, Scott was glad that none of the others was in costume either.
Coming down Greymalkin Lane was a long line of police cars, they drove slowly, seemingly in no hurry to arrive at the site of the once beautiful (now gone) Mansion.
"What's this about?" asked Bobby, approaching.
"We do not know, Robert," replied Ororo Munroe - Storm - dressed in tight denim shorts and an even tighter white halter top, "But I would warrant it does not bode well."
At the head of the cars was an open Hum-Vee, and sitting in the passenger seat was a very large man.
"Is that...?" started Storm.
"Yep," replied Wolverine, "It's Cain Marko, The Juggernaut, sans costume."
Nathan Charles Dayspring Askani'Son Summers (Cable to most, Nate to his lover and his friends) wasn't in a very good mood.
First of all, he hadn't slept a wink, his son had been crying all night and Domino had refused to get up alone. So Cable had to get up each time the crying started and help her.
Which was fair enough.
Except, once up Domino wouldn't let him help, claiming he had no clue. And then once the baby was quieted, she complained that he hadn't helped at all.
Next, it had been raining all day, meaning he couldn't get out and dig his vegetable garden like he'd planned.
All in all, family life had changed Nate, usually he thought for the better. Since the death of Apocalypse and Sinister, then when Magneto's mad plan had resulted in his death, Cable had finally felt at peace, the future looked bright. His Mission was complete, now he meant to enjoy his life.
He settled down in his favorite easy chair, since he'd stopped being active he'd stopped pushing himself so hard and lost a little muscle tone, but it wasn't something that concerned him. His steadily diminishing telepathy also didn't concern him too much.
"If I can't enjoy the day, I'll watch the game," he said, "Be nice to just veg out for the day."
The doorbell rang.
"Shock," he muttered, using an ancient curse-word in his time that wouldn't become popular for a few decades yet in this.
He got up and opened the door.
"Better not be Mormons," he muttered.
"Hello, Cable," said Forge, leader of X-Factor, who stood behind him, "We need to talk."
Scott couldn't believe it.
The Juggernaut had come for them many times, always trying to smash his way through them to get to Xavier. The last time he'd showed up, he'd smashed half the Mansion and put Jean in a coma before being put in one himself by Magneto. When The X-Men had arrived back at the smoldering remains of The Mansion, Juggernaut and Xavier were gone, and Cable had told them that he'd helped Juggernaut out of his coma, the huge unstoppable wrecking machine walking away and not being seen again until now.
One thing had remained constant throughout those many visits, it was always a spur of the moment, destructive rampage which they'd been able to throw off.
This time he brought the law with him.
"You read the papers," Juggernaut said with a grin, looking ridiculously huge in his suit, standing next to a short, quivering young lawyer with a bowtie and thick, black-rimmed glasses, "It says that all of Chuck's property is mine."
"It also says," said Storm, "That this is only the case when Charles is dead."
"He is dead," said the lawyer, his voice thin and quavering, "At least, legally."
"Chuck died during Magneto's trial before the World Court in Paris," Juggernaut said with a grin.
"He did not!" cried Bobby.
"There were several witnesses," said the lawyer, sounding a little more confident now, "Making it legal."
"Charles has made public appearances, written an update on his work on genetics, appeared on television and was in a very high-profile assassination attempt at a Lila Cheney concert in Central Park," said Storm angrily.
"Yes, but no witnesses came forward during that time to refute the Parisian Court's ruling that Professor Charles Xavier was dead, therefore he is still legally dead."
"And the property is mine," grinned Juggernaut.
The Sheriff stepped forward, he had another document.
"This paper says you gotta be off my property by sunset," said The Juggernaut, he laughed, "I love this law thing!"
Storm read the paper, then handed it over to Scott, who was seething with rage.
"And I mean it," said Juggernaut, "I warned the police about the dangerous stuff you get up to out here, and they agree, they got a folder nearly a foot thick on weird stuff happening up here. The neighbors will be glad to see you gone, even if the nearest one is a few miles away."
"You haven't heard the last of this, Marko," growled Wolverine.
"Got a better lawyer than me? I doubt it," laughed Juggernaut, "So go ahead and pop those claws runt, let's see you take a hundred shotgun blasts and get up."
"Calm yourself, Logan," said Storm, Cyclops nodded his agreement, "We shall go, there is nothing left here for us in any case."Under the watchful eye of the police, and with The Juggernaut's laughter echoing in their heads, they began packing up their tents and preparing to leave their home.
(*) - 12 of these years in different bodies in the future, which often happens to newlyweds! See The Adventure of Cyclops and Phoenix - No-I'm-Not-An-Editor-At-Marvel Dimitri.
(**) - See the prequel to this story, Herald Of Armageddon, to see what happened to Juggy and why no one remembers the final battle with Paradox. | 3 |
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Part 27/37
Weapon X 8.
SNIKT!
Weapon X popped the adamantium claws from their housings on his remaining hand, his grin made the Morlocks step back and stare at each other uneasily.
"What's the matter?" asked Logan, "Not so eager to fight now?"
The Morlocks had appeared from the shadows, surrounding them and thinking to surprise them. But, unfortunately for them, these weren't the usual unsuspecting villains.
Shaman had sensed them via his mystic senses, Jean had read the hate and fear radiating from their minds, and Logan had smelled them, despite their efforts to hide their scents.
"There's only five of them!" hissed a harsh, angry voice, "We have the numbers!"
The Morlocks still hesitated, Logan's claws looked very sharp.
"We got us a problem here, Red," Weapon X muttered to Jean, "If they do attack, we can take out a few, but they'll bring us down through sheer numbers."
"There is a way," whispered Cyclops.
"What?" asked Logan, eyeing Scott suspiciously.
"You can challenge their leader for leadership of The Morlocks, they have to fight you in one-on-one combat and the winner becomes the Morlocks' new leader."
"Why me?" asked Logan.
"Because I figure there are at least some similarities between the Logan from my Universe and you," replied Scott, "And he's the best there is at what he does."
Logan grinned, "And what I do ain't pretty."
The Morlocks were beginning to edge forward, Radius was increasing the radius of his forcefield to keep them away.
"HEY!" Logan yelled, "I challenge your boss for leadership!"
The Morlocks glanced about at each other, not sure what to make of this unexpected turn of events.
Then laughter broke out from the back of their ranks, a woman's laugh, her voice high-pitched and good-humored.
"You want to challenge me? ME! I'm the greatest Morlock there ever was, I'm undefeatable!"
"You wanna quit your yapping and stop hiding behind all them Morlocks?" barked Logan, "Let's get it on!"
A dark shape leaped up and grabbed at the pipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel, because the lamps fitted to the walls were behind her they could only see the silhouette. She was fairly tall, muscular and acrobatic was about all the others could make out, but Logan's hypersenses told him a whole lot more.
She flipped through the air and landed in a crouch only a few feet from Logan, holding a large club in her hand.
"Oh my fuck!" cried Radius, seeing her clearly at last, "She's got bones coming out of her!"
The woman had dark skin, and was rather attractive, but her beauty was marred by bones that jutted out of her skin in different places. Four bones wrapped around under her breasts like an exterior ribcage, a bone was sticking out her left forearm and another had torn through her tight green and yellow pants on her lower thigh, jagged and sharp.
"I'm Marrow," she laughed, "My whole body is weapon!"
"I'm Weapon X," replied Logan, a grin on his face, "I am a weapon!"
They launched themselves at each other.He moved his cock (which was definitely not to scale with his diminutive body) forward, positioning it over her magnificent asscheeks.
Puck moved his hands up from her hips over her smooth, white asscheeks and spread them open. He grinned happily and slid one finger against her sweat-glistening, pink rosebud and began to apply pressure to it.
Heather's eyes widened as she felt her friend's finger begin to press into her rectum, opening her asshole with some difficulty but not as much as he might have expected. Her body was totally relaxed, and she was ready to be fucked in any way they wanted, so she was ready and willing to take anything, no matter how perverted.
Madison stroked and massaged her fantastic breasts as he fucked her faster and faster, his cock slamming in and out of her tight, juicy snatch. The friction on his meat was sending buzzing sensations throughout his lap, but he wasn't going to slow down - this was way too much fun!
He grunted, and his eyes widened as he felt her cunt clamp down hard on his cock like a vice. Her hips hunched down, and her body began shaking, her squashed tits moving up and down in his hands as she had a totally unexpected orgasm.
Mac moaned happily as he felt his wife's mouth tighten down around his cock, making the quick thrusts of his member in and out of her oral orifice all the more exciting.
Heather cried out around the cock in her mouth, slamming her hips up and down on Madison's cock as Puck fingerfucked her asshole. Her juices burst from out of her cunt, splashing out all around Madison's thick cock and down onto his lap. Then her body went limp, and she stopped for a few seconds, no longer slamming her hips up and down or sucking on Mac's cock. Her entire body was buzzing with post-orgasmic pleasure, and she didn't have the strength to do anything just now.
Puck pressed another finger against her asshole and, with some effort, managed to slide it in next to the first. He was stretching her anal ring for when he put his cock inside her - he wanted her to enjoy this just as much as he was going to.
Madison gripped onto her breasts and began slamming up faster and faster, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy. Her cunt juices were running down his legs, but they'd done their job, lubricating her cunt and making his passage inside of her a little easier. Now he fucked her cunt hard, slamming his cock in and out of her tight, juicy little snatch and moaning in excitement.
She began sliding her hips down again as his cock pushed all the way in, his hips meeting hers as he thrust faster and faster, squeezing her fat tits as he approached his orgasm, the feel of her cunt around his cock was too much for him after all this time of lusting after her.
"HAHHHH YESSS!!!!" he screamed, then slammed every last inch of his cock up into her tight little pussy, shooting stream after stream of thick, ropey cum into her juicy, wet snatch. His hands clasped tightly onto her tits as he came, his head leaning forward and his muscles straining. Then his eyes rolled back in his head, he moaned happily and fell back to the floor, his cock remaining half inside of her cunt.
"About stretched enough now, eh?" said Puck with a grin, his two fingers pumping quickly in and out of Heather's asshole.
He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, holding her sphincter open with the tips of his two fingers. Holding her rosebud open, he pressed his cock forward, at the same time pulling his fingers away. The result was that her asshole snapped shut over the head of his cock, holding it in place with incredible tightness and unbelievable heat.
He moaned happily - he was finally inside his beloved Heather. True, he wasn't fucking her pussy, but he'd always had a thing for anal sex, and this was a fantasy come true.
He grunted and began to inch his way forward, his long, thick cock pressing deeply into her anus.
Heather felt only pleasure because that was all Arlette wanted to feel. So the feel of Puck's cock sliding up her butt felt almost as good as Madison's had felt slamming into her cunt. She moaned in ecstasy around Mac's cock. She pushed her ass back, which resulted in Madison's now half-hard cock falling out of her pussy, to get more of Puck's cock into her ass.
Her cunt continued to dribble steadily as she slurped and salivated all over Mac's penis. Her body was pushing backwards and then pushing forwards as Mac pumped his cock into her mouth, facefucking his beautiful, redheaded wife. As he did that, Puck crammed his cock into her hot little butthole, setting up a see-saw motion with Mac that had Heather sliding backwards and forwards. They'd long ago forgotten to support her weight, and Arlette had had to use her powers to make Heather float in mid-air.
Mac laughed out loud as he pumped his cock in and out of his wife's stretched mouth, facefucking her eagerly and loving the feel of her warm, wet mouth and lips stretched around his thick meat.
Meanwhile, getting her ass fucked was driving Heather crazy - the pain she would normally feel having such a big dick inside her anal passage had been converted to pleasure, and the lustful sensation was driving through her body up from her ass. Having his long cock plunging in and out of her rectum was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she was loving every second of it, getting off on every buttfucking thrust of the acrobatic Alpha's hips.
Mac had slid his hand along the side of her head, curling her red curls through his fingers and holding tight as he fucked her face faster and faster, rolling his hips back and forth, her lips running up and down his shaft with each thrust, driving him crazy.
"Ahhh shit yeah, Heather!" he cried, feeling his cum boiling up from his balls, "I'm gonna cum again!"
Heather was also going to cum, her fucked ass was driving her wild, and she was quivering and jerking about. She moaned around the thick cock in her mouth, sliding her tongue up around his shaft as she felt him pumping it in and out, harder and faster until she felt his cock tense and begin to jerk. Then his cum was shooting out, not quite reaching the back of her throat since it was his second orgasm in half an hour, but still getting respectable distance.
"OOOHHHH YEAH!!!!" he cried out, shooting his load into his wife's mouth, feeling her lips tightly holding on and sucking on his shaft as she hit her orgasm as well.
Her cunt clamped down viciously over nothing, her hot, tight little butthole clamped down on Puck's member as he struggled to plunge his cock in and out of her incredibly tight rectum.
He'd been able to keep a nice, steady fucking motion going until she'd cum, now it was harder and more intense on his dick, and he knew he was going to blow his load up her ass any second now.
"No point holding back, eh?" Puck cried, his hands gripping down on her asscheeks, a happy, satisfied look on his face.
He slammed forward one last time, burying every last inch of his cock hard up into her sphincter, grinding his hips against her firm asscheeks as he shot his cum deep into her bowels.
With a low groan, Puck's eyes rolled back in his head, he fell backwards, his cock reluctantly pulling loose from her butt as he fell to the ground on his own ass.
Heather dropped slowly to the ground, guided down gently by Arlette. She sleepily grinned at the three men who lay exhausted on the ground and then she fell asleep, curled up in a little ball with cum dripping from her asshole, her cunt and also running down her chin.
"That's one you'd like to tell the Grandkids, eh?" Puck chuckled to himself, then collapsed onto his back.
Marrow had started the fight confidently, her moves fluid and easy. But now she growled and snarled, swinging wildly at Logan whenever she got the chance.
Weapon X had cut her in several places, although extra bones on her body had blocked a few, but she had yet to hit him, and she was getting aggravated.
She'd never met anyone with his speed, his grace, his uncanny fighting ability. If she didn't want him dead, she'd have wanted him for a mate, but she knew he wouldn't want her - he would want to be with one of the horrible pretty ones, like the bitch redhead!
Suddenly inspiration struck, and she whirled away from Logan, ripping a bone away from her thigh and throwing it full force at Jean.
Radius extended his forcefield and blocked the bone (unnecessarily, Jean had been prepared to throw up a t.k shield), but the damage had been done.
Logan had turned to stare at Jean, the momentary lapse in concentration allowed Marrow to slam a bone dagger hard into his gut, she twisted it and then ripped it out with an upward stroke.
"NNNNGH!" he cried and dropped to his knees, clutching at his wound and screaming in pain.
"You weren't bad, old man," she laughed, "But the Morlocks are mine!"
She stepped forward and stood on his only hand, holding it and the deadly adamantium claws down. He lifted the hand with the metal casing over the wrist up and pointed it at her neck.
"What?" she laughed, she could hear the pretty redhead screaming behind them, she knew one of the pretty men would be comforting her, "What are you going to do? Stub me to death?"
SNIKT
Two claws popped out on either side of her neck, he ripped his other hand away from under her boot and grabbed her collar, pulling her down and putting her in place."When I lost that hand, my claws were sheathed," he growled, "I just never bothered to use them before," he smiled, and as she looked in shock down at his gut, she saw that his gut wound had healed already, leaving only blood behind. "Now, are you going to be a good little Morlock and surrender, or do I introduce you to claw number 2?"
She growled and spat, but knew she was in a helpless position.
"I surrender!" she snapped angrily, "The Morlocks are yours!"
They looked up at the large computer screen.
"She is Big Brain," muttered Marrow, standing deferentially behind Weapon X but at the same time trying to keep in front of Jean, and trying to catch Logan's attention whenever she could.
"She's in love with you," Jean said to Logan through their mindlink. She couldn't help but smile. "I don't think she's ever met a man like you."
"Must like them short, ugly and hairy," he grunted in his mind.
"I know I do," laughed Jean in her mind.
Logan felt an inner glow of peace and well-being. Jean was happy with him again. Still, he had to admit that maybe being the subject of a little adulation felt good too, and Marrow was very good-looking, once you got past the harsh personality and occasional extra bone here and there. He'd noticed Radius checking her out. Who knew? They had similar personalities.
"Looks like a jumbo-screen from a football stadium," Scott said, then noticed their blank looks. "You do have football in this Universe? I know you do!"
"Yes," said Jean, "But we don't get to many games, what with all the players being dead and getting shot on sight and all that."
Cyclops finally fully realized that this was not his Jean. She'd been brought up in a different world; she was a different person from his wife.
The screen flickered on.
"FEAR ME!" boomed a voice, "I AM THE MIGHTY BIG BRAIN, MY POWERS ARE GREAT AND TERRIFYING, DO NOT CAUSE ME TO LOSE MY TEMPER."
"Have any of you seen a movie called Wizard of Oz?" asked Scott, fairly confident the answer would be yes.
"Yes," said Jean.
"Yes," said Logan. He'd actually seen it back in the thirties, but that was a different story.
"Of course," said Shaman.
"Wizard of who?" asked Radius.
"Oz?" asked Marrow.
"There's a famous scene where a giant head threatens Dorothy - the star - with mighty powers, and her dog - Toto - pulls aside a curtain and reveals an old man who's actually running the whole show."
"You saying I'm a little dog?" asked Weapon X.
"I'm saying," said Scott, looking up at Big Brain's face on the giant screen, "That her real name is Monet St Croix and she's a young mutant who's not even twenty yet."
"I am so!" cried Big Brain, then realized her mistake, "I MEAN, DO NOT WASTE THE MIGHTY BIG BRAIN'S TIME ON SUCH INAN..."
"Monet!" snapped Scott, "Cut it out. What are you doing? Are you really here or hiding somewhere?"
"How do you know who I am?" she cried, sounding petulant, "And how'd you get your eye back?"
"I'm not Prelate Summers," cried Scott, "Well, I am... but, uh, forget it! What I need to know is, can you get us into Apocalypse's Stronghold?"
Monet hesitated. She wasn't used to being ordered about. She'd fronted herself as a god to the Morlocks and had been treated with deference and respect by them for the last ten years. She'd witnessed the strange appearance of a man called Mikhael only five years ago. He'd kidnapped a young Morlock called Sarah and taken her away to another dimension. She'd returned as Marrow just last year, already older than Monet was herself. Monet lay hidden in an underground bunker in the nuclear wasteland of the Island of St Croix. She'd kept her mind active by sinking constantly into a virtual reality environment and accessing this ancient Jumbo-Tron that had somehow ended up in The Morlock's main chamber.
Now, if she got rid of these interlopers, maybe the status quo would return.
"There are some ancient tunnels leading to an old sub-basement next to some tunnels that Apocalypse had burrowed in beneath his Fortress," she told them, "I can get you that far. After that, it's totally up to you."
She created a computer printout of the route.
"Right then," said Logan, taking the printout, "I ain't much on inspirational speeches. I just got one thing to say."
They looked to him, waiting to hear words that would succeed or fail, and The Morlocks would immortalize forever.
"Let's go rip Apocalypse a new asshole!"
Gambit & The Externals 8.
To Wanda, the world seemed to flicker between the white sands of Avalon's shores to a strange, blue/black limbo with thousands of rushing streams of 1's and 0's rushing past her, then back to Avalon again.
"What's going on?" cried Kurt, stumbling to his knees as the ground shook.
Dazzler clutched close to Mystique, who looked about in concern.
"Avalon's being torn to pieces," cried Wanda, "The program is being purged from the computer!"
"What do we do?" cried Dazzler.
"Everybody, grab hands!" cried The Scarlet Witch.
"Dammit, this is no time for a prayer!" cried Mystique, "I doubt even your daddy could save us from this one."
But the blue-skinned mutant took Dazzler's hand in her own.
When they were all linked, Wanda squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated, drawing upon the powerful mystic forces at her command and her natural mutant ability to alter probability.
She cried out in pain, and then they disappeared into a flash of red light. | 5 |
117,151 | Star Trek: The Next Generation - Shadows | Her breasts still rested inches from his face, and he longed to reach out with his tongue and lick the erect little nipples, but he knew that she had left them just out of his reach, and if he stretched forward, he would only strain his neck - she was a tease! But he loved it. He pushed his hips upwards, holding them as high as possible for as long as he could, his penis buried to the hilt in her vagina. She finally decided that enough teasing was enough, and she lowered her chest down, brushing her breasts against his upper chest. Then she giggled as he tentatively reached for her breasts. Sitting up, she clasped them in her own hands and began bouncing up and down on him, massaging her breasts and laughing.
"You are a bitch!" he laughed good-naturedly, "Come on, let me at them!"
"Hear that, Janeway," she laughed, looking over her shoulder at the shattered former captain, "He says I'm a tease!" she gasped, breathing heavily as she bounced up and down on Harry's penis, her wet love tunnel tightly gripping his shaft, "Because I've only let him fuck my tight little vagina - and my tighter little anus a couple of times as well, the filthy degenerate! - but I'm a tease because I won't let him suck on these big brown breasts of mine," she grinned fiercely at Harry, her eyes twinkling, "So...ah! tell me, Janeway, am I a tease?"
Voyager's captain didn't respond, she simply hung her head and cried silently.
B'Elanna laughed quietly and lowered herself, so that her breasts once more rested against Harry's chest, as her buttocks made little fucking motions. She began rubbing her erect nipples against his own. He groaned in delight as his own nipples responded to hers, sending ripples of pleasure through his upper body as her vagina stretched around his penis.
He made the same little fucking motions as she did, easily moving in time with her. As she pressed her breasts harder against his chest, she ground her lust-swollen clitoris as hard as she could against the base of his penis. She kissed him unexpectedly as they slowly fucked each other, and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue against hers as they explored each other's mouths. As they continued to kiss, she continued grinding her clitoris against his pubic hair, and she gave out a little moan of pleasure as they continued to kiss.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and arched her back. His eyes widened as her breasts sat only millimeters away from him.
"Go ahead, Starfleet," she murmured, "You earned it a long time ago."
He reached out tentatively and licked at one of the erect beauties, then he sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked on the beautiful bit of breast. B'Elanna's eyes had closed, and there was a wistful expression on her face. She began making longer strokes up and down his penis, nearly letting Harry's penis entirely out of her vagina before slamming back down. As he suckled on her breasts enthusiastically, she began to once more bounce up and down, letting his penis sluice in and out of her pussy, her breath coming faster and faster as she approached orgasm. As Harry licked on her nipples, he began to moan in pleasure, his penis was beginning to get even harder than before, and he knew he was about to climax.
"Yes! Yes!" she gasped as she felt her orgasm coming closer, building up inside her, ready to take over her entire body. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he released her breast from his mouth. He let out a little 'ooh,' and suddenly, he was pumping semen deep into her hot pussy.
"YES!" cried B'Elanna as she felt him shooting his sperm deep into her. Her dam burst, and soon, she was climaxing too, her juices let loose all over Harry. She collapsed on top of him once more.
They smiled at each other, ignoring the sobbing sound coming from Janeway's cell.
Despite the fact that the feeling of her warm body against his was something he dreamed about nightly, he knew what had to come next.
"Come on," he said, "We have to deal with Chakotay."He stood up, finished his tea, picked up his cane, and draped his trenchcoat over his arm. Looking every bit the gentleman, he left the room, and Picard turned to face Valdez. "I have all the information I need now. I think I know what's going on."
"And?" she asked.
"Moriaty isn't stealing information from the Starfleet Database, the Cube is!"
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"Just what am I going to do with you five?" roared Sisko.
I'Palta had just beamed Worf, Deanna, Beverly, O'Brien, and No'Kase over to the Enterprise - grudgingly - which had been the Federation observer in the maneuver against Riker's dictatorship in the Neutral Zone. I'Palta had been happy to hand over Worf, Deanna, and Beverly, but he had attempted to hide O'Brien and No'Kase - however, the Enterprise's sensors had taken care of that easily enough.
"No'Kase, you're a wanted criminal," said Sisko. "We wondered what had happened to you, but running a pornographic games ring in an illegal dictatorship?"
The Cardassian glowered angrily at Sisko but said nothing.
"Worf, you left Starfleet after Picard and Riker left, and they at least made something of themselves. Look at you! Where's your honor gone?"
Worf growled and made to attack, but he was manacled too firmly.
"Deanna and Beverly! I give you leave to go on your honeymoon! And look what you do!"
Deanna and Beverly stared at each other in shock. Honeymoon?!
"Okay!" yelled Sisko. "I just don't know how I'm going to deal with this. I'm placing you all under arrest for now. I expect No'Kase will end up back in Cardassia," the Cardassian's eyes shot up in alarm, "Worf will end up back on the Klingon homeworld," Worf was unalarmed, Sisko was merely a computer sprite after all, "And Beverly and Deanna? Well, the two of you are going to take a lot longer to figure out."
Tasha had her security team lead the prisoners down to a holding cell.
"Okay," said Sisko, arriving back on the Bridge, "Now let's see about finding Picard."
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Chakotay stretched back in the Command Chair.
"One thing about Starfleet," he said with a lazy grin, "They sure make great chairs."
"Captain," said Tuvok's even voice, "I have hooked up the communications system as you asked. Now the crew will see you and hear you as you speak."
"Excellent," grinned Chakotay, rubbing his hands together. "It's time to inspire them. Have we had any problems?"
"None, sir," replied Tuvok. "The crew of our ship have taken over the running of this ship easily. However, we had to activate the Emergency Medical Hologram Program."
"I gathered we would. What's the problem?"
"He has proven to be rather...troublesome. He keeps demanding to be turned off."
Chakotay frowned. He looked down at the Command Chair monitor. "Sickbay," he ordered, and an image of the Doctor appeared there.
"Emergency Medical Hologrammatic Doctor," said the bald, irritated-looking man on the screen, "May I be turned off now?"
"That's impossible. We have no Medical Doctor as capable as you. You'll just have to..."
"What is that thing on your face?" interrupted the Doctor. "Is it a tattoo or a sign of impending Galaxian Flu?"
Chakotay's eyes widened, and he looked up at Tuvok.
"I tried to warn you, sir. At best, he can be called...eccentric. I believe there may be a glitch in his program."
"Captain?" asked Torres, stepping through the turbolift with Harry behind her. "Are you ready to tell them your plan?"
Chakotay's face lit up as she mentioned his plan. He shut off the Doctor in mid-sentence and snapped his fingers. Tuvok merely stared at him.
"Uhhh, Tuvok, engage the new comms system, please," he said after a few seconds.
"Certainly, sir," replied Tuvok. He made to type in the commands, then turned back to Chakotay. "Sir, may I inquire as to why you snapped your fingers?"
"It was a way of asking you to turn on the new comms system," muttered Chakotay, sounding annoyed but trying his hardest not to blush.
"Oh, I was unaware humans were capable of making requests merely by causing friction between the thumb and forefinger of..."
"Forget it," snapped Chakotay. "Just turn the damn thing on!"
Tuvok raised an eyebrow, then turned.
"Very well, I am now turning the 'damn' thing on."
All over the ship, Chakotay's face appeared on monitors, his smiling face everywhere on board the ship.
"Greetings, my loyal serv...uh...crew. It is time I revealed the final part of my brilliant plan," he paused for dramatic effect, then realized he had waited too long and rushed on, stumbling over his first few words. "And anyway...well, um...here's the plan. For over ten years, Bajor has been occupied by hostile forces, first the Cardassians and now Starfleet! This has been made possible by the evil station posted above Bajor, known as Terak Nor by the Cardassians, Deep Space Nine by Starfleet, and Sky Oppressor by the Bajorans!"
"Sky Oppressor!" exclaimed Riker, who was still in manacles, sitting by the Science Station with Data and McCoy. "Who writes this guy's lines?"
"But we are not going to allow this to happen anymore! We are going to charge in there with our new ship and destroy DS9! Even if we have to crash this damn thing into the Station and sacrifice ourselves..."
As he ranted on and on, his crew stared at the monitors of his face with growing fear - was Chakotay crazy? Then they watched in shock as the raving Maquis Captain disappeared in a blur of blue light.
Back on the Bridge, Harry finished teleporting Chakotay into deep space with the corpses of the Voyager crew.
"Thank goodness we don't have to listen to that again," he muttered, then made a sweeping bow in Torres' direction. "The show's yours."
Torres faced the monitors, a serious look on her face.
"Okay, then. Hopefully, you all realize what me and most of the Bridge crew realized a long time ago - Chakotay lost his grip on sanity several months ago, when his lover Seska - a Bajoran - was killed in an attack against the Cardassians. Myself and Mr. Tuvok decided the best thing to do was remove him from the picture. As of this moment, I am acting Captain of Voyager, Mr. Tuvok is my 1st Officer, and Harry Kim - who so courageously delivered Voyager to us - will be Science Officer. May I remind you these changes are only temporary, and a vote will be taken when we get the opportunity."
She smiled warmly at the monitors. "For now, we still go ahead to DS9, but this time under the cloak so graciously 'donated' by that Romulan Warbird we raided last week, where we will take the U.S.S. Defiant for our own!"
As Torres cemented her power, Data turned and whispered in Riker's ear, "I'm monitoring her heartbeat and blood pressure - allowing for her hybrid physiology - and she's not telling the truth, or at least not the whole truth."
"So what's the deal, are we going to DS9?" growled McCoy, overhearing them.
"Oh, we're going," replied Data, "But certainly not to steal the Defiant. I have no idea what, but I think Torres has something very big planned!"
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Marvek entered his command code tentatively, until now everything had been theory.
"Code accepted," said the voice. "Access to Starfleet Personal Database, Granted. Access to Starfleet Command Codes, Granted."
"Computer, Arch," he muttered, and behind him, an archway appeared. Walking up to it, he typed in his commands, then patched the hologrammatic computer to the arch. "Computer, Download these files to my quarters."
"Proceeding," replied the Computer.
"Additional," he said, "Check that Project: Trojan Horse was successful."
"Project successful. Space Station Deep Space Nine's scanners have been deactivated."
"Excellent, proceed with download."
He sat down in the chair and gave a little laugh. It had been so easy. He had gone after a former member of the Obsidian Order because his superiors had suspected he had discovered a way to access the Starfleet Database. After much torturing, they had discovered the subspace signals were now coming from different places and had finally come to the conclusion that it was this Moriaty Cube that was bypassing Federation Security. They had placed the former spy back in his trading business, and Marvek had his features surgically altered. The Order 'replaced' the real Marvek with himself, and he set about convincing the Federation to find the Cube. Now all his hard work had paid off - he had found the motherlode, a copy of the Federation Database. The personnel files were warped, of course, but the command codes were valid, as had been proved by the fact he could access the files with Marvek's access code. He had not been able to download the real version in the true Universe because all the security systems would have alerted Starfleet, but here in this Universe, he was safe because everything but the Database and Moriaty were false.
"Besides," he said to himself with a laugh, "Even without the command codes, we still have psychological profiles of everyone known to Starfleet, which is practically the entire Universe!"
He laughed loudly to himself. This Universe had even been so kind as to give him the ability to perform the Vulcan Nerve Pinch, despite the fact that he didn't know how to do it. Every time he did something similar, the computer read it as a nerve pinch and knocked out the victim. And now, thanks to Maria Valdez's paranoia over Odo, the real DS9's scanners would be down, and he could download the information to his quarters.
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"Back to Cardassia, eh?" asked Tasha Yar. "Suppose you'll be happy to get back there?"
"I no longer care for Cardassia or Cardassians," said No'Kase, staring grimly at the wall across from his holding cell. "I just wanted to make a little profit and retire somewhere nice."
Tasha shook her head with a smug little smile at the miserable Cardassian, then turned as the door opened.
"Oh, hello Geordi," she said as the Chief Engineer walked into the room. "What are you doing here?"
The Chief Engineer smiled, hiding the syringe in his hand.Guinan watched in shock as Riker appeared out of nowhere, then she smiled, "So this was the time pocket you walked into," she said, grinning, "Glad to have you back."
Then she noticed that he was doubled over. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Can't breathe..." he gasped and then collapsed. Guinan suddenly realized she too was incapable of drawing breath, and she fell to the ground. She didn't need as much air as humans, but she did need air... and there was none to be had.
"Sir!" yelled the Science Officer, "Oxygen levels on several decks have dropped radically! Ten Forward has lost all air supplies!"
"Pump air in from surrounding decks," yelled Sisko, fighting back panic, "Get a medical crew down to Ten Forward," he looked around as his orders were followed, "And get Dr. Crusher out of the Brig and down to Sickbay!"
"I shut down the air on random decks," said Geordi as he lowered Tasha's unconscious body, "It should keep Sisko and his men busy while we get to a shuttle."
"And where are we going?" asked No'Kase.
"Oh no," laughed Geordi, "You're staying right here."
"You can't just leave me here!" cried the Cardassian.
"Watch us," replied Worf with a fierce grin and led the others out of the room, O'Brien included.
"Just think about it," snapped Picard at an unbelieving Valdez, "Data programmed the Computer to create a Universe of interactive characters capable of fooling Moriaty that he was in a real Universe. Do you have any idea how hard that would be for a computer - to simply 'make' people?"
"I suppose," started Valdez, still unsure.
"The computer would go over its options, then it would come to the most logical conclusion, copy our Universe!"
"But...everything's different here."
"Different, yes, unrecognizable? No! It explains why you have an alternate here, I believe that the Cube is sending out the subspace signals, downloading copies of the Database."
"And it evolves independently of our own, so everything is different here!" cried Valdez, realizing where Picard was going.
"Exactly, all our new backgrounds fit in with our personalities, given the right circumstances, we could have been these people!"
"But this is a Security Nightmare!" whispered Valdez in a mix of shock and awe, "If anyone accessed the program and downloaded a copy of the Database, they would have personality profiles of everyone known to Starfleet!"
"Not to mention command codes, shield frequencies..." muttered Picard, remembering that Valdez's command codes had worked when they accessed the Database, "Where could someone find a hard copy of the Database that could be downloaded without setting off Security Flags?"
"It doesn't exist, unless you have Security Access A1 or higher, and then only at Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco."
"What if you were an Ambassador? Who has that access?"
"Starfleet High Command does, the only Ambassadors given such high access are highly trusted ones..."
"Like Vulcans? Starfleet's first and greatest ally?"
Valdez's mouth gaped open, "You mean Marvek? But why would he?"
Picard frowned, "Because he isn't Vulcan, or at least he isn't Marvek, I think he's a surgically altered alien, perhaps Romulan or maybe Cardassian?"
"We have no choice then," muttered Valdez, "We have to take a chance," she tapped her chest where her comm badge should be and said, "Computer, search program, locate Ambassador Marvek."
"Ambassador Marvek is on Earth, San Francisco."
"We have to leave," cried Valdez, "Moriaty isn't out right now, we can leave without worrying," she was talking about what would happen when they ended the program, to anyone watching they would disappear for several seconds while their actions were implanted in their alternates' memories, then their alternates would reappear, "Computer, remove us from the program."
"Unable to comply, scenario incomplete."
Valdez turned and stared at Picard in surprise, "Computer, what scenario?"
"Players must end Dominion threat to Station Deep Space Nine," replied the computer's voice, "Only then may players leave program."
"Computer," growled Picard, "Who inserted scenario?"
"Ambassador Marvek."
The Captain and Security Officer turned and headed out the door.
No'Kase grinned as Tasha came around, she looked up at him and the empty cells around him.
"Where are they?"
"Let me out and I'll tell you."
"The computer can locate them," she said, reaching for her Communicator, "Computer, where is Chief Engineer LaForge, Lt. Commander Worf, Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher?"
"Chief Engineer LaForge, Lt. Commander Worf, Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher are in the Brig."
Tasha looked up and groaned when she saw the comm badges resting on the Security desk, "Computer, seal all cargo-bays and shut off transporters."
"Unable to comply," replied the Computer.
Tasha cursed, "Security Override Alpha-Niner-Omega-One," she gasped.
"All clearance codes invalid," replied the computer, "With the exception of Chief Engineer Geordi LaForge."
"I know where they're going," laughed No'Kase, "Let me out and I'll take you to them!"
Kira stretched, her uniform pulled taut over her large breasts.
"Okay, that's it for me, good night all."
"Enjoy your sleep, Major," said Chief Uli as he rewired one of the consoles, "I'm going to be up awhile trying to get some speed out of this piece of Cardassian crap."
As the night crew walked into Ops, Kira stepped into the Turbolift they had just vacated and headed towards her quarters.
She pulled her nightgown on and hopped into the bed, pulling the sheets on she turned and pecked Dax on the cheek.
"'Night love," she said and turned off the light on her side of the bed. Dax just stared at the book in her hands for a little while, then threw it down onto the sheets and sighed.
"What?" grumbled Kira.
"Is that it then, a little peck on the cheek and 'night, love' and then to sleep?"
"What do you want from me, I just finished a twelve-hour shift in Ops."
"So, I worked twelve hours last night and nine hours tonight, and I'm still fine."
"Is that all you ever think about," muttered Kira, "Sex?"
"It's all you think about," replied Dax roughly, "I saw you checking out that cute little blonde's ass in Ops tonight."
"What? Who?"
"That Earther, the one who was fixing the replicators for Uli."
"He was barely past twenty!" spluttered Kira, "How could you think I was interested in him!"
"So you noticed he was past twenty? You must have had a good look."
"You're the one who said he was cute," snapped Kira, "Bet you got all wet between the legs just staring at him!"
"Don't you dare try and put this back on me!" yelled Dax, "I'm not the one who was flirting with a BOY nearly ten years younger than me!"
Kira rolled over on top of Dax before she could react, straddling her lover's waist she reached down and grabbed her breasts, "You know you're the only one for me."
"Hey! What are you doing!" cried Dax as she felt Kira's hands grab her breasts.
"Besides," laughed Kira, "He didn't have a pair of these!"
"You think you can just feel me up and it's all better?"
Kira leaned down and smiled smugly into Dax's face, "The only reason you brought this up is because you're so horny," the Bajoran beauty laughed, "Come on honey, I'm sorry about the way I've been acting lately, I've been tired."
"Aren't you tired now?" asked Dax suspiciously.
Kira smiled and replied by leaning down and sliding her tongue into her lover's mouth.
Kira's large, firm breasts pressed against Dax's slightly smaller, plumper ones. Their erect nipples rubbed against each other, Dax gave a little moan of pleasure as Kira slid her tongue around inside her lover's mouth.
Dax sat forward, wrapping her arms around Kira's back and pushing her own tongue into the Bajoran woman's mouth, her arms made small circles over her lover's back and she rubbed her breasts together against Kira's, sending a buzz right through her lesbian lover's body. Kira broke the kiss and smiled at Dax, then pushed her back onto the bed, kissing down her lithe, sweating body until she came to the plump breasts. She sucked the erect nipples into her mouth and Dax groaned with pleasure, her legs spreading out slightly and sliding one hand down between her thighs, slipping a finger into her dripping pussy. Kira felt Dax's legs move and smiled around one nipple, then began kissing down Dax's waist, sliding her ass down her lover's body further and further as she got closer and closer to Dax's love mound.
Kira kissed lightly about Dax's open thighs, she groaned eagerly, wanting to feel her Bajoran lover's tongue in her dripping pussy, which was longing for attention. Finally she slid her tongue lightly up the length of Dax's cunt.
"Mmm...yes," moaned Jadzir, wanting to feel her lover's tongue in her so badly that she humped her hips up slightly.
Kira grinned wickedly and slowly pushed her tongue deep into her lover's pink pussy, tonguing her lover's juicy wet snatch, she pulled her tongue back out and then pushed it back in.
"You're always so wet," Kira spoke, muffled by Dax's pussy, she curled her tongue and slid it back into Dax's hot, tight cunt, Jadzir's juices sliding into her mouth and down her throat.
Dax's juices were flowing faster now, a stream of hot, cunt-juice pushing into her lover's mouth as she was eaten out. Excess cum dribbled down Kira's chin and between Dax's asscheeks. Kira slid a finger down between Dax's delicious derriere and pushed one now wet finger against her pink, puckered anus. As she did this her free hand parted Dax's cunt-lips and two fingers slid in while her mouth rode up and suckled on her erect clit.
Kira got the response she wanted when Dax began moaning and crying out in pleasure, her hips once more humping up and down as fingers slid in and out of both her cunt and her asshole.Spasms rocked her body, and she jerked about uncontrollably as her climax rocked through her, orgasming noisily. Her cunt juices spilled all over Kira's face and onto the sheets. She gripped Kira's head tightly with her hands and ground her cunt up into Kira's face, her clit pushing into her teeth, her cunt lips and asshole clamping down onto her fingers. Kira pushed her face even deeper into her lover's cunt, her tongue flicking in and out of Dax's fuck-hole, sliding around her fingers.
"Oooohhhh! I can't take it anymore!" screamed Dax through gritted teeth, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm CUMMINNG!" | 3 |
117,499 | Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife | He was staring at her again. It was a stare that caused her heart rate to increase and made her stomach flutter. The boy was very masculine, and she always felt naked beneath his gaze. Darlene broke eye contact and continued teaching class. Half the boys in her classes usually stared at her, but today he was the only one. The other students were passing notes, staring out the window, and a few were sleeping. They didn't care, as most had graduated and couldn't wait for school to end.
The first time she had seen Jamal, he had been a skinny black kid, a nerd, complete with glasses and a brain to match. His IQ was well above genius level, and he had a 4.0 GPA. He was the perfect target for the bullies in school because of his nerdy exterior and the fact that his dad was the school janitor. Some days he showed up with black eyes and bruises, and he shyly kept to himself, his only friends some of the other geeks.
All that changed this year. When Jamal returned from summer break, he was barely recognizable. He was now as big as a pro wrestler, and the glasses had disappeared. Coach had flipped when he saw the muscular black kid and recruited him for the football team. He hadn't been very good. He seemed unused to his new body and unskilled with a football in his hands, but opposing teams soon learned that he couldn't be brought down. He had also skipped half the year and was now failing her class. On top of that, Jamal seemed to have a lot of money now, and Darlene was afraid he was dealing drugs, even speaking to his father about it. The janitor had replied that Jamal was working at a pharmaceutical plant outside Stony Harbor and was making some big bucks.
His father had also apparently taken whatever kind of steroid Jamal was on. He looked great and had dyed his grey afro black again. He looked fifteen years younger, more like an older brother than a father. Both men stood around six and a half feet tall, towering over the other students and Darlene's small, just over five-foot frame.
The bell went off, and the teacher said, "Read chapters nineteen and twenty. There'll be a quiz on them tomorrow." The class groaned and, as one, stood up and headed for the door. All except Jamal, that is. He stayed seated and continued to stare at her. "Anything I can do for you, Jamal?"
"Yes, Mrs. Duncan. I need you to change my grade."
"You should have thought of that before skipping my class. What happened to you, Jamal? You used to be such a great student."
"I decided I'd had enough of the dead white men's bullshit."
"Keep that language up, and I'll see you don't ever graduate." It felt weird threatening this giant, hulking black man towering over her. "That's not the respectable attitude I need..."
"I know exactly what you need, Mrs. Duncan."Jamal wasn't right about her husband, though. Raymond had a nice-sized penis, but it had resembled a worm the last time she had seen it, like a little pale grub shrinking up against his testicles. Unfortunately, his impotence last weekend coincided with her unusual state of horniness. Darlene tried to compose herself before her next class.
Darlene went home and soaked in the tub. It had been a long, bad day. She hadn't seen Malcolm, but had left a message on his answering machine to give her a call. He was a helpful man, and she wanted to give him the courtesy of notifying him that she was about to have Jamal expelled. She hated to do it to him, but his son was out of control.
Darlene got out of the tub and toweled herself dry. Even now, after relaxing, there were still outward signs that she was aroused. Her sensitive nipples were so hard they ached, and her vagina had an itch that only Raymond's stiff penis could scratch. She was putting on one of her husband's shirts when the doorbell rang.
Darlene ran downstairs and peeked through the curtains. Jamal was standing on her doorstep. "What do you want, Jamal?" she called.
"I need you to change my grade."
"Go away before I call the police."
To Darlene's horror, the doorknob jingled, and the door opened. He had a key! Just as it registered, she turned to run when his hand shot out and grabbed her collar, jerking her back. Several buttons flew off her shirt, exposing her breasts.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Mrs. Duncan."
"Then get out now. You're in big trouble, young man." She held her shirt closed with her fist, trying to pull it down over her crotch and ass with her other hand. Luckily, she was short, and it covered her modesty...barely. "How'd you get a key?"
"I copied the one you gave dad. Now listen, bitch, I need you to watch this." Jamal held his hand out with a video cassette in it. The sticker on the cassette read, "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife." She didn't take it, as that would mean exposing some part of her body to Jamal. "Where's the TV?" he asked.
She nodded towards the living room and followed him there.
He inserted the tape and pressed play. The bastard had inserted a porno. The camera was focused on the biggest, blackest dick she had ever seen. It looked huge, but she assumed it was from the zoom. The camera panned back, showing off the giant cock and balls, so big they were splayed out on the bed between the man's thighs. It wasn't the zoom; the black monstrosity was over a foot long. "I know what you need, Mrs. Duncan," said Jamal's voice on the screen. A blonde woman with her back to the camera walked over and began sucking on the massive appendage. Darlene was horrified; Jamal was setting her up.
"That's not me; her breasts are bigger," she said, aghast.
The camera panned back, showing Jamal lying on her bed. On her bed! He had filmed this in her bedroom.
It got worse. Malcolm appeared and stripped, revealing another huge, erect cock. Dear, helpful Malcolm was in on this. "This is one hot pussy you got, Mrs. Duncan," cried Malcolm, spanking her ass with one hand and wrapping his other fist around her blonde hair. "I bet Raymond doesn't fill you with this much cock." The picture flickered, showing it had been edited.
"You animal, this doesn't prove anything," she growled, angry.
On screen, Malcolm pulled out his huge cock and came all over the girl's ass and back. Darlene had never seen so much cum in her life. One wad was more than Raymond had shot in a year, and there were at least five wads. After that, sperm oozed from Malcolm's still-hard cock.
They fucked the girl several times, the men's stamina amazing Darlene. Jamal fucked her while Malcolm shoved his cock in her ass. The picture never showed the girl's face. Despite the obvious attempt at blackmail, the movie was turning her on. Jamal had her when it ended with her sunning herself. She saw Malcolm and Jamal walking behind her naked. The scene changed to just the two black men talking. "This is really your teacher?"
"Yeah, dad, she's a real slut for black cock."
The scene switched again to her laying out when Raymond came home. "Thanks for taking care of our plumbing problem, Malcolm," said her husband, paying him. It made it look like he had paid the black men to fuck her.
"So change your grade, and this all goes away?" She mumbled.
"Nope, the price just went up. I want a blowjob from those white lips as interest." Jamal paused when he saw how red in the face she was getting. "What's the matter, teach, never given a BJ before?"
"Yes, but it's disgusting. I don't enjoy it with my husband. You're not him. You're a teenager. You're a b..."
"Black man?"
"Bastard."
"Don't call me names, Darlene. I own your white ass. You want the school board to see this? I'll say this happened before my eighteenth birthday. You could go to jail."
"Look, Jamal, you win, OK? Just give me the tape, and I will change your grade."
"Call me Mr. Washington. Show me some respect. I'm going easy on you, Darlene. I'm learning how to do business in the real world. This is a simple exchange of goods and services. Suck off my cock and change my grade; in exchange for this service, I give you the goods."
"What happened to you, Jamal? Was it the steroids?"
"The longer you stall, the more interest is gonna accumulate. I might make you spread your legs for me."
"Alright, pull it out." Her stomach was in a knot at the thought of what she was about to do.
"That's your job, Darlene, and take that shirt off. I want to see you naked."
"Jamal, please?"
"That's Mr. Washington. Now strip."
Darlene's hands were shaking as she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her husband's shirt. Her skin was flushed, and she was ashamed of the obvious signs of arousal on her body. She let the shirt fall to the floor.
"Very nice. Now ask me if you can take my cock out."
Darlene clenched her fists with anger. This boy was intent on making this as humiliating as possible. "May I take your cock out, Mr. Washington?"
"Yes," said Jamal, sitting on the couch and spreading his legs. "Drop to your knees and crawl to me. You must ask and seek permission before you can do anything."
Darlene fell to her knees and crawled slowly towards him. Though she found what she was about to do revolting, there was also something exciting about it. She was about to taste the forbidden fruit. Teacher-student, black man-white woman, teenager-married wife, this was wrong on so many levels, but also thrilling. She was about to touch only the second penis of her life, and one much bigger than her husband's. She reached up for his belt buckle, but Jamal slapped her hand away. "Ask!"
"May I take your cock out, Mr. Washington?"
"You may."
Darlene fumbled with his buckle, her hands were shaking so much. She got it unbuckled and then undid his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. She reached under his boxers, holding her breath, strangely anticipating touching it as her hands brushed his pubic hair. Her fingers slid along a shaft as thick as a large flashlight. She grabbed it and, with difficulty, pulled the giant black organ out. "Dear god!"
"Describe it."
"It's so big and hard and black. It's so big, I've never seen anything like it. It's so big."
"Bigger than your husband?"
"Yes, at least twice as long and a lot thicker. I didn't know penises got this big."
"Always call it a cock."
"I've never seen a cock like this, Mr. Washington." It was so hot, like it was alive, throbbing in her hand. It was even more impressive in person than on the video. It was perfectly straight, where her husband's curved upwards a little. The head was a big black knob the size of a plum, all swollen and hard. The shaft was lighter in color, crisscrossed with thick blue-black veins, the rod widening as thick as her wrist just under the black helmet. It even smelled good. Darlene felt the itch in her pussy again, but this time it seemed deeper, beyond the reach of her husband's penis. "How big is it?"
"Just under thirteen inches. It's growing impatient."
"May I suck your cock now, Mr. Washington?"
"No, lick it first. Lick all around the head, then down the shaft. I also want you to lick each ball." Darlene shivered and pulled the shaft down towards her mouth. Moisture was forming on his huge pee slit, starting to drip down the shaft. Her tongue flickered out, and she began licking the head, avoiding the pre-cum. "Lick everywhere, slut," he ordered. She gulped and ran her tongue over the now rapidly oozing pre-cum.
Jamal's cock was so hard it was unyielding. She pushed against the head with her tongue, the skin didn't budge, nor could she squeeze it. Raymond had never been this hard; it was as if Jamal's cock was carved from granite.
She moved her tongue down his shaft, licking the sides and under it. She marveled at the size of his testicles as she licked his hairy sack. They were as big as apples and hung down over the edge of her couch. She slid her tongue back up to the tip and around the head, willingly lapping up the pre-cum now. "May I suck your cock now?"
"Yes." Darlene parted her lips and closed them around the head as she took him in her mouth. She started by bobbing her head over the tip and then several inches. Soon it touched her throat, and she gagged. It was just too big. "It's OK, Darlene, I didn't expect much from you. You've never had a real cock, a black man's cock to suck on after all. Just do what you can."
For some reason, his condescending words angered her. She could do better; she could swallow more; she was better than those cheerleaders Jamal ran around with. This time, she suppressed her gag reflex and pushed downward, feeling the head enter her throat. She attacked the huge black cock with gusto, swallowing more with each downward thrust of her head. She needed to rest from time to time and settled for stroking his shaft while licking the head until she felt she could swallow him again. Darlene was finding this challenging, rewarding even. Why was she enjoying this?She had only done this for Raymond to show she loved him, but mostly in hopes he would return the favor. However, with Jamal, she was actually getting pleasure out of sucking his cock. She was thrilled when he moaned softly and when he started almost imperceptibly bucking his hips. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her head down over his superior black cock. She obeyed, not stopping until her nose touched his pubic hair. She had swallowed it all.
Darlene attacked his cock like a mad woman, bobbing her head rapidly over the shaft. She was stopping less frequently now to catch her breath, but when she did, she used both hands to stroke his rod. When her hand grew tired, she used her mouth again, looking up at him as she swallowed it.
Darlene had lost track of time. All she knew was that her arms and throat were tired. His cock had been acting funny for several minutes now. It was jerking in her throat, and it seemed to have grown even bigger. Jamal's rhythm was off, and he was grunting. She was deep-throating his cock when he bellowed, and it jerked in her throat. He was cumming! He had just shot a load into her belly. The thought of swallowing a man's sperm disgusted her. Darlene quickly moved her head up, and there was another spasm, and another wad slid down her throat. He came again when the head was in her mouth. The amount caught her off guard, filling her mouth completely. Her cheeks bulged out, and she gagged, sperm pouring over her chin, breasts, and dripping down onto the carpet. It was better to swallow it. She clamped her mouth around the tip, swallowing the next load and finding she liked having his hot seed sliding down her throat. Her belly felt full; she had swallowed so much, but Darlene still found her hand was stroking forwards on the shaft as if milking it for more. She fell backwards in surprise at what had just happened.
"You sure you don't want this jammed in your pussy?" he asked. His cock was still mostly hard and glistened with her saliva.
She did. Her pussy was practically screaming for it, but she denied it. "No, I can't."
"How about this one then?"
Darlene looked over in surprise. Malcolm stood in the room, his pants around his ankles, stroking his huge cock. His was under a foot long, maybe eleven inches, but as thick as his son's, giving it a stubbier appearance. "I can't cheat on Raymond. I love my husband."
"You're going to let me put it in your pussy, or I show this tape tomorrow in the teacher's lounge." He held a copy of the tape.
"Malcolm, I always liked you. Why are you doing this?"
"It is better to be feared than loved, Mrs. Duncan."
What was a janitor doing quoting Machiavelli, she wondered? "Don't you men realize this is wrong? You don't blackmail people for sex."
"Darlene," said Jamal. "Are you familiar with Nietzsche? We are his super-men. We take what we want. Morals do not apply to us. Your weak husband is impotent around us. It is in your nature to submit to our superior black cocks. That is why you enjoyed sucking my cock so much. Once my dad gets his cock in your pussy, you'll understand. You'll never go back to fucking a white man again."
"You have no choice," said Malcolm, waving the video. "Let's move this party upstairs; I want to fuck you on your marital bed."
"You were both so nice," Darlene mumbled. Her legs shook so much she had trouble standing as she moved towards the stairs. "Was it the steroids?" she asked Malcolm. "Did they make you aggressive?"
Malcolm smacked her ass to make her hurry up the stairs. "They made me powerful."
"And power corrupts," she said.
"Absolutely," said Malcolm. "But it is my right as a dominant male to take what I want, and I wanted you for a long time now. Plus, it turned my weakling son into a man. I met some men in a strip bar who recruited us to work for them. That's why Jamal needs to graduate. They want him in their research division, but he needs his diploma, so I conceived of this little blackmail scheme."
"This was your idea?" They were in the bedroom now.
"Oh yes," said Malcolm. "I'm nearly as smart as Jamal. I just never had proper schooling. Now get on the bed, on all fours. I want to fuck you like an animal."
"It's not too late, Malcolm. I'm willing to forget this has happened." She climbed on all fours, her ass pointing towards Malcolm. She was glad he had chosen such an unromantic position. There was no way this could be as good as facing the man you loved in the missionary position.
"Shit, bitch." He was completely naked now. "Your pussy's begging for my cock. Your lips are all swollen and wet. They've already spread open in anticipation of getting their first real fucking. Tell me to fuck you."
"I can't."
Malcolm moved between her legs and ran the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. She moaned, and her pussy opened wider. "Tell you what, Mrs. Duncan, I'll make you a deal. Let me put the whole thing in you. Once it's in, all you have to do is give the word, and I'll pull it out. You can have both tapes, and we'll leave. All you have to do is change Jamal's grade so that he passes. Do we have a deal?" He moved his cock head slowly around her labia to coat it with lubrication.
"Yesss," she moaned. That wouldn't be so bad. Just take his cock inside her, and then it would be gone.
"Now beg me to put it in."
"Put it in, Malcolm." Darlene's eyes flew open as the head pushed inside her. Her pussy had never stretched this wide. He pushed several inches inside her, pulling out and pushing just a little more in. He was slowly fucking her, and her body was betraying her. She was going to cum all over the janitor's cock if she couldn't get a hold of herself. "Enough, pull it out. A deal's a deal."
Malcolm laughed and pulled all but the head out. "The deal was for you to take it all. That was only half."
"I don't believe it."
"You'll see." Malcolm slammed his hips forward, burying his cock in her pussy.
Thank god it hurt; gone was the threat of cumming with this arrogant bastard. His monster cock had thrust deep into virgin territory, her pussy stretching out tight around it, squeezing his shaft, lubricating it with waves of juice. Nerve endings she didn't know existed were coming alive, sending electrical impulses to her brain, assaulting it with...Pleasure!
"Now what will it be, Mrs. Duncan? You know you love it. So let loose and enjoy it, or do I pull it out?"
If only he'd move it just a little, she could cum. She was practically cumming just from being stuffed with such a big cock. Even the initial pain was better than this teasing, aching need for an orgasm. It promised to be a big one too. "Move it around, please," she grunted.
"Are you asking me to keep it in, to fuck you?"
"Yes. Please, Malcolm, I need to be fucked, please fuck me."
Malcolm began pumping her pussy, and it didn't take long for the orgasm to break loose. "Oh yes, god yes, I'm cumming."
Jamal was hard again and moved around to stick his cock back in her face, but Malcolm waved him off. "I want her to talk first." He waited for her to come down from her orgasmic high before continuing. "Describe how it feels."
"It's so big in my pussy. Your big black cock is stretching me out. I never knew sex could feel this good. Oh my god, I'm going to cum again. Aaahhh."
"Pretend your husband is watching, what would you tell him?"
"Raymond, your prick is pathetic. I thought you pleased me, but I was wrong. I've never been truly fucked until tonight." Darlene was really getting into it. Malcolm was using the entire length of his cock to fuck her, slamming it in so hard, his big balls were slapping against her thighs. It was all she could do to stay on all fours. "Ray, their black cocks are so much better than yours. These men are built for sex. I love you, but my body belongs to them now."
For some reason, these men needed their egos stroked. She had never been vocal during sex, but found herself getting into it. Darlene was about to continue when Jamal, growing impatient, stuck his cock in her face. She opened her mouth and took him inside.
Sweet, conservative Darlene was getting plugged from both ends, and she loved it. She loved being helpless. She loved being dominated. She loved having Jamal's cock roughly shoved down her throat with each powerful thrust of Malcolm's cock.
Malcolm grabbed her hips and pulled forwards, locking their crotches together. His cock spasmed, cum exploding deep in her pussy, triggering her own powerful orgasm.
Darlene immediately felt a deep sense of loss when Malcolm removed his cock. She continued to slurp on Jamal's cock, but then he too pulled it out. Jamal walked around behind her. "Shit, dad, I wanted first crack at her pussy. I'm not sticking my cock in that mess."
Darlene could feel sperm flowing out of her pussy. "Fuck her ass then, son," said Malcolm.
"No way," said Darlene, looking over her shoulder at them. "That thing will rip me in two."
"You'll learn to love it." Jamal pushed on her back until her head was mashed into the mattress with her ass thrust up. "Reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart."
Darlene was scared, horrified even, but her hands obeyed his command, reaching behind her and pulling her butt cheeks apart. Her asshole was open for him, her pussy a gaping, sperm-filled hole. No man had ever gotten this view of her before.
"Need some lube," grunted Jamal. He slapped her ass. "Be right back."
Darlene stayed frozen until Jamal returned from the bathroom. He had a small bottle of hand lotion in his hand, and he first squirted a long line of lotion along his cock as if he were putting ketchup on a big black foot-long. The bottle had a long tubular opening, and his next move was to stick it in her ass. He squeezed it, cold lotion spraying deep into her ass.
Jamal replaced the bottle with the head of his cock. Darlene was thankful for the excessive lubrication as he pushed forward. The big, knobby cock head bobbing before her head earlier was now pushing into her rectum.Pain shot up her spine as her asshole stretched open, then closed slightly around his cock head. He moved the head around a bit before pushing a little more in. Darlene moaned into the bedspread, the thick part under his cock head was worse than the head itself as his cock continued to probe deeper. He pushed and pushed, finally stopping when it seemed as if he could get no more in.
Her knuckles were white from gripping her ass cheeks too tightly. As the pain faded, her grip loosened, and he took it as a sign to begin slowly fucking her ass. It was strange, but not unpleasant. There was no way a woman could get pleasure from this. Jamal seemed to be enjoying it, and that was all that mattered. Darlene's eyes opened in surprise as she came to a realization. She was more concerned with pleasing him than with herself. If he wanted to fuck her ass or stick his cock in her mouth, that's what she wanted too. Just as she had grown to love sucking his cock, she began to enjoy the slow ass fucking. "Oooo, fuck my ass, Jamal. Fuck me with that black cock."
Jamal picked up the pace, fucking her hard, even getting a few more inches inside when she tried to pull her ass open more for him. What would her fellow teachers think of shy, conservative Darlene Duncan now, if they could see her getting her ass reamed by one of her students?
Malcolm appeared in front of her. Darlene watched in amazement as Malcolm grabbed the tip of his semi-hard cock, giving it a couple of quick tugs. Within seconds, his cock was as hard as it was when he had fucked her only a half-hour ago. It looked as big and swollen as if he hadn't had sex in months. "You know what to do," he said. Darlene forced her torso up and took him in her mouth.
Darlene fucked and sucked their cocks for another half-hour before Jamal pumped her ass full of sperm. She moaned around Malcolm's penis as Jamal slowly pulled his cock out. Her ass closed up behind it, forcing his seed up into the vacuum, only to pour out of her ass, dripping down her crack to mix with the rapidly caking sperm his father had left in her pussy earlier. Malcolm came a few minutes later. This time she tried to swallow it all, but it was still too much, sperm dribbled down her chin, and she got her face hosed again when it briefly popped out of her mouth.
"Go clean up, teacher," said Jamal. "I'm about to give you an F for fuck when you get done."
"I was hoping for a C for cock," she replied, "or in your case a C++."
Jamal grinned at her. This was every student's dream, fucking his sexy teacher. "I'll evaluate you on performance. Now hurry up. I'm ready to go now."
He was hard again! Impossible! They were super-men! She hurried to the shower, trying to clean off as much of their sperm as she could, but finding the stuff was everywhere, turning sticky and gummy as the water touched it. She returned to her bedroom still wet, her skin glistening with moisture and her body glowing with a deep sense of satisfaction.
"Get on the bed," he said when she walked over to him.
"How do you want me?"
"On your back."
Darlene laid down on the bed with her head on the pillow, spreading her legs as Jamal climbed between them. She looked down her body in awe at the huge bobbing thirteen-inch cock poised to enter her. He kneeled between her legs and pushed the head in. Jamal put his arms under her knees and began working his cock into her pussy. It went in easier thanks to the stretching Malcolm had already given her, but Jamal was two inches longer, and those extra inches made her feel as if she were losing her virginity all over again.
He fucked her like that for a good fifteen minutes, giving her numerous mini-orgasms as he pumped his entire cock in and out of her. "What's my grade now, Mrs. Duncan?"
Darlene had planned to give him just a D, enough to graduate and get the video back. She changed her mind and shouted, "Oh Jamal, you're getting an A."
"I'm the teacher now," he said, laying down on top of her. His huge waist held her spread legs wide open for his thrusting cock. Her nails dug into his back as she came again and again, feeling owned and protected beneath his huge size. She kissed his chest in submission.
Jamal rolled over, carrying her on top of him. Darlene rode his cock while he sucked on her overly sensitive nipples. His strong tongue twirled around her breasts, teasing each nipple before sucking first one, then the other, into his mouth. She collapsed on his chest as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. When she recovered, Malcolm had his hands on her waist and was pushing his cock into her ass. Both her holes were getting plugged, bringing her to a whole new level of sexual pleasure. There was no way she could ever give this up.
Later, Darlene stepped out of the shower again and walked to her bedroom with the spread, rolling gate of someone who had been on a horse too long. Her whole body was sore, but it was one of those pleasant aches you get from a good workout.
The black men were gone, as were their clothes. She frowned, but was secretly relieved as her body was too exhausted to continue.
Darlene went over to her large walk-in closet for a robe. The door was open a crack, and she pulled the doors apart, getting the shock of her life. Raymond was kneeling on the floor with his hands, feet, and mouth duct-taped. There was a bouquet of flowers at his feet, and his cheeks were stained with dried tears.
Darlene was horrified, until she saw the little bulge in his pants. "Things are gonna change around here," she said.
"You mean her husband watched the whole thing?" asked Jamal.
"Yep, he came home early to surprise her while you were showing her the video. It didn't take much to cower the wimp. I restrained him and snuck him upstairs while she was sucking your cock."
"What if he tells?"
"I made a new tape. We'll make it look like he set it up if he gets out of line. Besides, if he causes trouble, we can always have one of our cops take his statement."
"Keepin' it real, dad," said Jamal, smiling. After the first time he had cum as an enhanced man, this was the best day of his life. He had fucked his teacher and was going to graduate.
Little did he know, he was going to get expelled anyway, when he finally encountered a situation that he couldn't control. But that is another story. | 3 |
117,580 | Plot Ideas | Hi, folks, here is Mama Murrin again, bringing you more furry yiffy goodness.
This time, I'm bringing you a few plots that I enjoy playing at IRC.FURNET.ORG
Plot 01: Character C was at their usual business when Characters A and B (CA and CB) knocked at the manor's door. They were dressed in maid's outfits. Character C went to open the door and was puzzled when they requested to be her cleaning maids. Then Character C interviews them. (Any number of characters, preferably 2 characters).
Plot 02: Character B threw a party at her house, with many characters talking and drinking, while Character A came to the party when it was about to be concluded. Character A, seeing that Character B was drunk, took advantage of her while she was drunk.
Plot 03: Character B went to a ball dance, where she met Character A. She was quite pleased to meet such an interesting character, and while Character B went to have some fresh air outside on the balcony, Character A went to talk to her a bit more. Things got steamy, and Character B took Character A's hand and went upstairs to her room, forgetting about the ball and having sex with Character A.
Plot 04: M/F: Character B is the monitor of a summer camp where Character A (Henceforth CA) goes every summer. CA has changed a lot since she last saw CB, and CA has grown a lot, developing and becoming a young beautiful (Put species here), while CB had grown to be a very handsome and strong (Put species here). CB met CA at the restroom of the camp, when Character B was getting out of the showers, his headfur still wet, while CA went to take a shower in the girl's restroom. They were surprised by how much the other had grown.
Plot 05: Herm/Herm: Character B was a student of the magic arts at (Put fancy place/building here). Character A (Henceforth CA) had been studying with CB for a long time, and CA had a small rivalry with CB. CA one day was tinkering with a spell, and CA turned into a beautiful Shemale/Herm, and while CB was watching and laughing at CA, CA made the same spell on CB, which ended up making each other quite horny, since the spell also had a strong mating side-effect.
Plot 06: F/M/M: Pluma longed to get pregnant, but she had no mate. She had been cleaning her house when she heard a loud crash on the upper floor, and she found a baseball that Male Characters A (MCA) and B (MCB) had thrown through the window by accident. She runs downstairs and catches both males as they tried to run away. Angry, but horny, she takes MCA and MCB inside their house, and the two of them make her pregnant through a steamy sex scene.
Plot 07: F/(Any): Pluma was masturbating in her room, watching a porno flick. She thought she had locked her door, but it was slightly open. Character A (CA) looked at her with a blush as she masturbated in the bed, and, unable to cope with the vision of such a strong female cougar masturbating, CA came into the room and helped her release her needs.
Plot 08: Character A was a rare species, and Daalegan had received Character A as a present from a distant land. The hyenataur looked after Character A, and after the formalities were over, Daalegan went to Character A and talked them into sex.
Plot 09: Character A was a very nice (Species) girl, and Azyr was looking to take her out on a date. When Character A got into his car, Azyr started to touch her, while Character A moaned and agreed.
Plot 10: Vittel was at his home when his doorbell rang. Character A (CA) had come to him once again, after a few weeks of not talking to each other for (reason). When Vittel finds CA at his door, he quickly gets CA inside the house, fearing his neighbors might find out that CA had come back. CA was not welcomed because CA had done (reason) and Vittel felt sorry for CA. When CA got inside the house, CA tried desperately to have sex with Vittel, which at first refused due to the reason CA and him were angry about.
Plot 11: Feral/Feral: Character B grew to maturity, and the feral began to experience their first heat. CB went to CA to be with them, but the two ferals ended up having sex.
Plot 12: Feral/Anthro: Character B was investigating around, and Character B Found Character A (CA) having sex with another fur. Character B was puzzled at first and wanted to investigate more. When CA was alone, CB went to CA and began sniffing at CA's crotch, obviously interested.
Plot 13: Character B is in the market of a distant city, and Character A (CA) is a thief. Character B was minding his own business when CA came to hide under his hood, escaping the guards. The two guards were looking for CA all over, and when they saw Character B, they asked if he had seen CA. Character B said that he hadn't seen CA, and the guards made Character B open their hood for them. While CA was hiding behind Character B, their hood was a magical hood that made everything under it invisible, so the guards did not see CA under the hood. After the guards left, Character B made CA pay for the little cover up by fucking CA.
Plot 14: Character A (From here on, named as CA) was going to take a dip at the gym's pool, and while CA was changing to his swimming trunks, Character B (From now on, CB) took CA's clothes and replaced them with a pink dress, CA's size. When CA returned to his locker, CB told him that it was a prank and that CA must put on the dress, unless CA wants CB's pictures CB took of CA's naked body while in the shower to go publicly on the Internet.
Plot 15: Deviation of Plot 14: Instead of CA being forced to dress, CB makes CA have sex with him in the swimming pool's water, later following Plot 01.
Plot 16: Character A (Henceforth CA) is found by their teacher kissing at school with a male/female friend in the restrooms. When the teacher (Character B, henceforth CB) catches them, CA is punished by CB with a spanking in CB's office. When CA leaves school for the day, CB follows them to CA's home, and, finding out CA's parents do not live at home with them, CB decides that she will take care of CA, taking CA to CB's house, where CB makes CA have a few sexy times with CB. (Subject to discussion.)
Plot 17: Character A had moved to a country in which they only spoke Language X, and Character B was a foreign exchange student that spoke Character A's language and Language X. Character A had little money to pay Character B in exchange for Character B teaching Character A Language X, so Character B took advantage of Character A in exchange for teaching Character A the language X.
Plot 18: The Zombie Apocalypse had risen in their city, and Character A and Character B had to take care of each other. After a while, both characters got close to each other as the story went.
Plot 19: Character B was really rich, and Character A was really poor. One day, Character B's car stopped on the road where Character A had a piece of cardboard that said: "Will work 4 Food." Character B took care of Character A, giving Character A all things they might need, fostering Character A at Character B's house.
Plot 20: Character A had failed to do a report on X account, and Character B, who was Character A's boss, got mad with Character A and made Character A stay after hours until Character A had completed their account report. When Character A was done, Character B made an advance on Character A.
Note that these are just a sample. You can copy/edit/use these plots your own way through any of the plots given. It's just ideas that came to my mind. | 3 |
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