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Title: Bed of Rose's - Jos Tags: *copyright by Joesephus* \* *Several authors are coming out with stories based on the song, "This Bed Of Rose's." There are two main versions of this song, one by Tanya Tucker with the main character (other than Rose) being a young girl and a version by The Statler Brothers with the main character a young man. Having a choice of male or female for the main character offers many options for variations in the story line.* *The genesis of this story was an exchange of emails between Josephus and I and we decided it would be fun to have stories written by different authors based on the same starting story source, released at more or less the same time. We quickly added techsan and each of us invited two additional authors to participate. We hope you enjoy the stories coming out of this "invitational challenge."* *Regards, Dynamite Jack* \* "I don't give handouts to street bums, but I know how you can earn a fast twenty-five if you're hungry enough, Dick." There it was, my name isn't Dick. I'd known it was possible but it still made my stomach turn to think that I'd sunk to contemplating becoming a male prostitute. I heard a female voice behind me. "Why, Councilman Shultz, you've never offered me less than a fifty, and paid for a hotel room. If you've decided to work the other side of the street, do you really want to be cheap about it, and on a fine Sunday morning too?" I turned to look at the attractive woman who'd just announced she was a whore. I didn't know if I should be grateful or angry. In my heart I didn't think I could go through with it, but I was awfully hungry. I hadn't had a full meal in almost three days. The woman shot me a glance, and I couldn't read her expression. As I stood, she examined me closely. "This boy looks mighty hungry, you sure you want him nibbling on your tube steak? Besides, they still might not impeach Nixon, but..." He pulled a hundred from a fat wad, looked right at Rose, and said, "I'm still drunk from last night. Why don't you take the boy for breakfast, you can keep the change. Rose, you won't have to mention this to anyone, will you?" Rose smiled as she said, "You know I'm the soul of discretion, I never talk about my customers, and you're still one of my regulars, aren't you?" "Sure, Rose, next time my wife's out of town I'll give you a call," he mumbled before he hurried off. I'd seen my share of hookers since I'd been put in the foster care system at eight, and I'd seen even more in the three weeks since I'd been given a hundred dollars, my clothes, and the system's hardy well-wishes the day after my eighteenth birthday. Now I was on my own, with no place to sleep and no money. Between scholarships and student loans I had enough to pay for books, tuition and fees for my first year at State. I just needed to find a way to live and eat while I went to school. With my advanced placement courses and the courses I'd tested out of, I was going to be starting with 42 hours, a sophomore. I'd done everything I could to find a job, but in a college town with more students than townies, jobs didn't grow on trees, and this was a slow time for the economy. What jobs were available were impossible for me with my lupus. Yeah, I know, almost all the people with lupus are female, but that just makes it harder on guys like me. For those that don't know, lupus is an autoimmune disease, sort of the opposite of AIDS where the immune system begins to attack itself. That results in inflammation, and eventually tissue damage. I watched my would-be customer turn a corner and turned back to the woman named Rose. "Thanks..." "Don't thank me. I just didn't want to lose one of my better customers." My stomach rumbled. "Well thanks anyway, I'm awfully hungry but I guess I'm not hungry enough for tube steak; are you going to buy me breakfast or keep that all for yourself?" She smiled, hooked her arm in mine, and led me to a Village Inn where she ordered breakfast for me. While we waited she pulled my life story out of me... Parents killed in a car accident on New Years Eve. Dad was over the legal limit and the insurance company refused to pay. I didn't have any relatives and I went into foster care. I didn't like it and bounced around every few months. Finally a biology teacher took me under his wing and I fell in love with school. He got married, left teaching, and moved to Europe with a new job and a fat paycheck. I'd lost track of him but I started doing well in all my courses. I still didn't get along with my foster families; a kid with lupus will put a strain on any family. Still, I hadn't understood the consequences until I was kicked out of the system. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and was close to tears when the waitress brought my food. Rose pulled the plate from in front of me and said, "Stop blubbering like a child. You made your bed, don't start complaining that it's got lumps in it. God gave you a hill to climb, a place where you could stand above the crowd, and all you've done is complain that no one will carry you to the top! Climbing hills is what gives you the muscles to conquer mountains, boy! "Stand on you own hind legs like the man you're supposed to be. Hell, you could join the Army tomorrow and they'd take care of you until you shipped out." I couldn't keep the whine out of my voice, "No, I can't. The army won't take me. My lupus is mild, but I do have photosensitivity. I'll never be able to work outside. If I can work a scam to get room and board, I'll be a doctor in six years. Then I'll be on easy street." "I thought college and med school took eight years." "It does, but with the hours they're giving me, I can get out of college in two. I'll have to take 20 hours a semester and go all summer, but the sooner I get out the sooner I stop running up bills and start making real money" Rose looked thoughtful, "So all you need is room and board? You and I might be able to work something out." I took a deep breath as she pushed the plate back in front of me. I'd already decided that no matter what happened I wouldn't put myself where I'd be tempted to break the law again. An arrest record would keep me out of med school and that was my ticket out of this hell I was living in. "I'm sorry Rose, but I don't want to make my money on the streets. I don't know what you need, but I can't fall out if I'm going to med school. There has to be a legal way to..." "I'm talking about a very legal job. I have a special-needs child and I need someone to take care of him while I'm working. It won't pay much, but it will give you room and board and there's nothing illegal in that." I could feel my heart pounding; I knew there was probably a hook that I wouldn't like. If the system had taught me anything, it was that nothing comes without a price, and generally a price higher than you wanted to pay. "Just how special are his needs, and how old is he?" Rose dug in her purse and pulled out a picture of a cute boy in a wheelchair. "What's wrong with him?" I couldn't miss the pain in Rose's face. "He was born with spina bifida six years ago. I didn't know my husband had started doing heavy drugs until Scott was born. He took off while I was still in the hospital, and died of an overdose before I could find him. We didn't have any insurance and Scott is going to need special surgeries until he's an adult. Working as a whore is the only way I can make enough to get Scott what he needs." I looked down at my plate, I didn't recall eating anything, but all that was left was the extra syrup for the pancakes that came with the eggs and sausage. I licked my lips, and while I was trying to decide what I should do about her offer, Rose signaled the waitress and ordered a chicken and cheese omelet for me. I didn't say anything while I waited. My mind was going a million miles an hour, the job might be honest, but the money wasn't. Finally, I snorted. I'd been awfully tempted just a few minutes ago to cross that street. I wasn't in any position to throw stones. "All I'll need to do is take care of the kid? I won't be getting involved with your business? You don't work out of your house or anything do you?" "No, I don't work out of my house. It's not much of a house; I need to save every penny for Scott. Look, why don't you come with me and check it out. If you don't like it, what have your lost?" When we got to her house, what I saw was a two-room efficiency. The bed was the pull-out kind and the closet was bigger than the bathroom. The second room was just barely big enough for the special hospital bed. Rose saw my expression. "You'll sleep in my bed at night, I won't be here. You will not sleep in it when I'm here during the day. If this works out, maybe I can find something a little bigger. Scott's in the hospital now. He had another surgery. He'll be there for another three days. That'll give you time to settle in." She paused, looked hard at me, and seemed to make a decision. "I've only been arrested once. The judge and the cops know why I do what I do. I'm an honest whore, but I'm bound to get caught up in a sweep again before too long. I will plead guilty and I'll probably do 30 to 90 days in county jail. Our county is smart enough to know you can't fine a whore as much as jail time will cost her. I've got money set back to cover Scott's expenses when that happens. I'll make sure I put back enough to cover you too, but if you don't take good care of Scott, there won't be any excuse that'll keep me from ripping you apart. Is that clear? If you play it straight, this will work for both of us. If you try to rip me off, I'll make you sorry you were ever born." I thought about it and then said, "What happens if he gets sick or needs to go to the hospital while you're locked up. I presume you don't want child protective services to know you have a kid... they'll take him from you, but how am I supposed to manage something like that?" "Old Miss Holster across the street has my power of attorney. She can't take care of Scott, but she'll sign anything that needs signing." \*\* \*\* \*\* \*\* \*\* I won't pretend that the next two years were easy; they weren't. I would have left the first week if it hadn't been for Scott. I've never seen courage like Scott's. I know he was in constant pain. As someone with lupus, I understand how debilitating constant pain can become. Not only didn't Scott complain, he was cheerful. Anytime my lupus erupted, Scott spent almost as much time taking care of me as I did taking care of him. If it hadn't been that he was still in diapers when I started, I think it would have been almost fun. Still, I'll never forget the first time Rose was caught in a sweep. Rose didn't work the street at that point, but she was using one of the hot sheets motels that whores use. She had the misfortune of opening her door at the wrong time and was busted People who live at the bottom rungs of society have a whole different set of survival tools from folks in the middle and upper class. Do you know the hours of the local food bank, or how long past expiration dates food is still good? Do you have the number of Legal Aid memorized? Do you know the difference between a decent bail bondsman and a rip off? How about how to get decent medical care when you can't pay without going to an emergency room? I knew those things and more, and so did Rose. Most people at the bottom don't spend their lives there unless they're an addict, mentally ill, a criminal, or have physical problems like Scot and I. Getting by without money takes a huge amount of time, time that can't be spent working or moving up in the world. The first time Rose was arrested, I used some of my contacts to get her released on bail. I lined up a decent lawyer to help her beat her case. I expected a pat on the back. By trading favors, I'd rigged it so it wasn't going to cost Rose a dime. Instead she ripped me a new one. "I'm a whore. I'm guilty and I will pay the price for breaking the law. I will not fight it, and I won't waste the taxpayer's money. "Don't you EVER do something like this again!" I then got a long lecture on integrity and the lessons of Dr. Martin Luther King. Dr. King never objected to being arrested for breaking the segregation laws. He acknowledged the right of society to make and enforce those laws even while he proclaimed them immoral. Thus, he never sought to evade the consequences of breaking the law, unlike later protestors on other subjects. Dr. King was one of Rose's heroes and if he didn't try to evade the consequences of his actions, neither would she. It was the only time I almost got kicked out. My penance was to read and to write a twenty-page single-spaced paper on a book by Dr. Stephen Carter called "Integrity." It was one of the most important books I ever read. I hadn't given a lot of thought to morality or ethics. Food on the table and clothes on my back seemed more important. After that Rose brought me book after book, ostensibly so I could teach Scott. However, while I read those books while falling asleep, the learned lessons on how to be a man, were pivotal in who I became. What I learned from Rose put my expensive education at State to shame. Rose taught me how to be a man and accept the consequences for my actions. It was when I applied to medical school that I finally figured out how special Rose was in my life. Johns Hopkins offered me a scholarship that would not only pay my tuition, but offered a grant large enough to cover all my living expenses. I decided I wanted Rose and Scott to move with me. I knew she couldn't take a chance of setting up her trade in a town where the police didn't know her. So, after visiting with some of the less respectable folks there, I figured out a scam that would get the state to cover Scott's medical expenses. It doesn't matter what it was, it was legal, if you looked at it the right way. I thought she'd jump at the chance. I knew how much she hated doing what she was doing. She flatly refused. For several weeks I was inundated with books on ethics and honesty. I enrolled at State with a full scholarship. \*\* \*\* \*\* \*\* \*\* A little less than two year later, my world fell apart. I was lying on our bed before I changed the sheets. For over a year I'd get peace from inhaling Rose's scent and daydreaming about making a life together once I'd finished school. Why would a street smart twenty-year-old summa cum laude graduate and medical student fall in love with a thirty-eight-year-old whore? That's hard to answer. First, Rose might be a whore but she wasn't a slut. She did what she had to do for the people she loved. She put them first and didn't worry about the cost to herself. She never talked about her work, but it didn't take a genius to see what it cost her to sell her body. Then there was the way she took care of me. I didn't realize for a while that my favorite goodies were always on hand when I needed to study. When my lupus would flair up, she'd spend hours applying the expensive lotions she'd bought to help. If I had to study late, she'd take the night off and feed me coffee or quiz me until I was ready. Rose didn't have much education, but she was one of the smartest people I'd ever met. Next was the way she made me laugh. I never realized just how bitter and shriveled my soul had become. Rose would poke fun at herself and at me in a way that made me laugh. She had the funniest stories and she had a talent for telling them. Most important was her character. The way I was raised, honesty was optional, to be used only if there was an advantage to it. A look of disappointment was all it took to break me of that. Other negative character traits were harder, but Rose had the highest standards I'd ever seen and she made me want to emulate them. Being around Rose made me a better person and I'll always love her for that. Last and least important, Rose was beautiful. I didn't see it for a long time, but the way she carried herself would have put a queen to shame. Her smile lit her whole face, and when she took care of Scott, I know the old masters would have died to paint her as the Madonna. The way I reacted to her beauty and her scent let me know that I didn't view her as some sort of surrogate mother. Final exams had pushed me beyond what I'd thought were my limits. Rose had been a lifesaver; she kept the coffee fresh and drilled me for hours on my new vocabulary. My reverie was broken by a call from Rose. She'd been busted in a street sweep. I hadn't known she'd been reduced to streetwalking as she got older. When I hung up I mumbled, "I'll get her off the streets even if I have to marry her now!" Three days later I was shocked when Rose walked through the door. Impulsively I wrapped her in my arm and I tried to kiss her. She normally allowed that, but this time she pulled back. As part of her pre-trial process they'd run a standard set of blood tests. Rose was one the first to get AIDS. She hadn't known. She was only 38 years old, Scott was 10. She'd always had her johns use condoms, even for blow jobs, but one must have failed. The county dropped all charges, they didn't want to have to pick up the cost of treating Rose, and they knew she had too many assets to claim indigent status for free care at the county's expense. I'd lived with Rose for four years and I'd never seen her cry. I looked for some sign now, but her eyes were desert dry. When I pressed her, she laid out her future in the starkest of terms and then chased me out to "get some books for Scott." If she ever cried I didn't see it. I did go to school, but not to the library. Instead I went to see some of the law school professors. I then visited with the school administration and one of my medical professors who'd taken me under his wing. The whole process took several days, but when I had my ducks in a row I confronted Rose. "Rose, I want you to marry me." I couldn't have shocked her more if I'd sprouted wings. "Rose, I've talked to law professors and to others, and I think I've got a plan we can both live with. I've got health insurance through the school. Even if we get married it won't cover you or Scott. However, if we get married and I adopt Scott it will cover his pre-existing condition in two years as a minor. I can't get you any insurance but this is completely legal for Scott." I watched a host of emotions fleet across Rose's face. "It might be legal, but it is right? I can't ask someone else to accept my responsibilities." "No, you can't. But we aren't asking for anything. It's the way the policy is written. However, I can't cover Scott's medical needs if he's only a friend, and I won't be able to adopt him at my age unless we're married. Look, you can't work, but I can trade professional services to get care for you and Scott until he's covered and until I'm making enough to pay for your care." Rose looked suspicious, "What professional services are you going to trade. I'm not letting you go on the street especially if you're married to me and you're Scott's father!" I had to smile. "No, Rose, my medical professional service..." "You won't be a doctor for two more years. After that you'll still have to do your internship and residence..." "That's true, but one of my professors is willing to loan me his services on my promise to pay his gift forward. I've also arranged to get you enrolled in some of the med school's experimental treatments. I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, Rose, but you and I make a good team. My grades have me in the top three in my class, and I'm already being courted for my internship by some of the better training hospitals. I'm leaning toward Duke, but John Hopkins is hinting at a rather nice package." Rose staggered back and sat down hard. "You know I'm proud of you, but this still sounds like charity. Besides, I'm not going to let you marry a diseased whore just to skirt the rules..." I interrupted her. "Rose, don't pretend you don't know I love you. I've loved you for years. My daydream has been to find you while you're working. I'd have the biggest diamond you've ever seen. I'd tell you I was the last man you'd ever be with, then I'd bring you back here and we'd finally make love. Rose, I don't have much of a ring, but will you marry me?" For the first time I saw tears in Rose's eyes. Epilogue: Rose lasted for almost three years with all the experimental treatments we were able to get. She never complained even when the pain was too much for the drugs. She lived long enough to see me accepted for a residence program to become a heart surgeon. On her deathbed she saw Scott walk all the way across the room without even a cane to shave for the first time. When she hugged him she called him "her brave young man." I held her in my arms as she died in our bed at home. It was one of the few times I didn't honor her wishes. I wept. This bed of Rose's that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man This bed of Rose's where I'm livin' Is the only kind of love I understand... *I would like to thank CopyCarver, SweetErika for their help on this story.*

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Title: Under Cloak of Darkness by Darkscribe Tags: Character Development, Fighting, No-Yiff, Plot Development The storm came down heavily on his shoulders as he stood on the roof of the skyscraper. He took a long drag from his cigarette and looked down. As he watched the dragon go by, he wondered how long exactly he'd watched him, how long he'd followed him and how long he'd kept him out of trouble. He watched the dragon push through the crowds of other human and furry kind alike, on his way back home. In this kind of setting, the city of Mallakoza looked like a shithole. But when there was a sunrise, or even a sunset, it was the most beautiful place he knew of. "Eh, screw it," he thought as he took a cell phone out of his trench coat pocket and opened it. He called the first speed dial that came to his head. "Hello?" came a female voice from the phone. "Kimona! I've found him," he said. "Really? That's great Darrow! But why are you calling me? Shouldn't you have called Arronix?" "Probably, but I like talking to you more. Tell him to get everyone ready and meet me at this location, we've got to get to him before he does..." he was drowned out by the rain. "God damn!" said the dragon and yawned. "What a day," He sat down on the couch in his loft and looked at the blank TV screen. He ached for the remote and pressed the power button. The TV clicked on and the news started talking about how another murder by the notorious serial killer, Dameon Swade, was committed this after noon. "The victim was strangled to unconsciousness and put into her own oven. It was set to clean mode, making the temperature rise up to 500 degrees Fahrenheit. She was discovered when her neighbor smelled smoke and came to investigate. What was left of her was merely a charred skeleton with some rags melted to the skin. With this madman running about, the world surely is worse than I could have ever imagined." "That's terrible! What I'd do if I caught that guy!" he began. "You'd do what?" said a calm voice from behind him. "Ah!" he shouted and fell off the couch. "Who is that?" "Don't be afraid, little dragon, I'm not here to hurt you," said the voice. A figure stepped into the light. "At least, not now," he chuckled. He wore a mask of metal and a long, hooded robe. The mask looked like a human skull, but made of solid iron. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said nervously. Then he realized. "You're-you're�" he started. "Dameon Swade. At your service...Eveser," he said and bowed politely. "What do you want from me? How'd you know my name?" the dragon asked fearfully. "I want your help with a little...science project," he said and began approaching him. The dragon stood up. "Stay. Back. I'm warning you," he said as his eyes became like bright cherry-red coals. "Or you'll do what? Time to make do on your promise earlier. You've caught me! Fight me! Kill me!" he shouted. The dragon didn't let him laugh anymore. He quickly inhaled and shot a fireball at the killer. He hit him directly in the chest. "Nice shot! You almost singed my robe!" came a voice from the clearing smoke. "N-no that's impossible! I hit you! You should be dead!" He stammered. "Quite a few people should have killed me a long, long time ago. What makes you any different?!" Dameon shouted. He stepped forward and grabbed the dragon by the throat. He picked him up and held him at least three feet in the air. "Now then, shall we be off?" Dameon asked. His voice was very strange. It was deep, feral, but had a metallic grinding in it. The mask had two eyeholes. They were completely black, except for two small, bullet-like projections coming from the blackness. They twisted with mechanical grace and had a blue glow in the circles that lined them and the holes where they came out of his sockets. "What are you talking about? Where are y�" The dragon started, but was cut off when Dameon tightened his grip around his throat. He choked and clawed at the monster's face and chest. His claws caught on a fold in his robe and he pulled, ripping the front of the cloak open. He dropped the dragon and stumbled backwards. The cloak fell away to reveal a complete ribcage of metal. His organs were all metal and he had wiry veins that snaked around in all places. He had a real heart, a completely black heart, among the menagerie of twisted metal. He looked up and stared at him. "Well, that was a minor setback," the monstrosity said and threw a paperweight at the dragon's head. Eve felt the blow and warm blood trickled down his forehead. Dameon picked him up and started walking towards the balcony. He was about halfway when a shot rang out and struck him in the side. "AHHHHHHH!" Dameon screamed. He held his hand to the wound, it bled mercury. He looked over to the opposite end of the apartment. "Ah, yes, Arronix's little hounds, come to do his work for him!" "It's time to end this Swade! Come on!" a voice said strongly. The dragon looked over to see a group of five people standing by the window. The rain poured in through the open pain and lightening illuminated them. He couldn't make them out, he was too disoriented. One of them raised a huge magnum to Dameon's head. Dameon grabbed the gun and twisted it out of his hand. He aimed it and shot the man in the knee. The man went down screaming. Dameon threw the gun to the floor and ran to the balcony. They ran after him, but to no avail. When they reached the railing on the balcony, he was flying away on large, metal wings that could have come from his robes. He laughed until they couldn't hear him any more. The dragon was starting to lose consciousness. "Heeeelp," he whispered numbly. "Kimona, address his wounds. Take him back to the fortress, we're going after Swade!" one of them shouted and sprouted white angelic wings, as did the other 2. They all flew out of the loft as Kimona came over to him just as he passed out.

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Title: Tension Relief by Baruch Tags: Lion, M/solo, Masturbation, Solo This story is ©Shane Gomes, 2003. Do not alter, reproduce, copy, or distribute without author's permission. Baruch is ©Shane Gomes. This story is based on masturbation / mature sexual themes. Do not read unless you are 18 years or older, or if local laws prohibit such material. This is your warning. The author releases himself of all liability based on the reader's choices or decisions. In other words.. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. All feedback is welcome, as this is my very first story of this nature. Always wanted to try, so why the hell not?! ^^ Enjoy! --- Baruch sighed as his paw touched upon the small knob marked with an "H", emerald eyes lowering to the resting hand slightly. The large lion's bangs drooped before his eyes, allowing droplets of water to tumble before his sight, and splash silently onto the steaming floor of the shower below. He always felt better after a good shower, especially after a workout. "Whew..I think I must've pushed myself a bit too much this evening. My entire body hurts," he thought to himself, fingers slightly caressing over the smooth white knob for the hot water that was even now, in the same way, caressing his powerful body, cascading in small rivulets between the curves of muscle on his bodybuilder-toned figure. "I'll stay in the shower for a bit more.." he trails off in his thoughts, while pulling his paw away from the tap. No need to leave the shower yet, it was still rather early, and Ash wouldn't be back for quite some time. Baruch, or Bar as he was affectionately known, stepped back for a moment, and raised his muzzle to the hot stream that fell from above; it was wonderful. Steaming water splashed onto his face and powerful chest, only to trickle in quick streams down over his figure, tickling between the mounds of strong, chisled muscle. Some called him handsome, maybe even ruggedly so, and although he always got flattered by it, it was true, in the end. His face held something very few lions had: a beard. A small goatee, actually. His face had a gentle, warm demeanor to it, kind and inviting, as if he could help you bear your burdens; yet, at the same time, it was noble, strong, some would say kingly, as if the title "King of Beasts" would fit him to a T. He sighed once more, as his paws caressed over his chest..it was herculean in their prowess, built from years of not only fighting, but exercise. The touch on his body felt so good, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, savoring the very essense of his own touch, at the almost-erotic sense of it. Steam warmed his naked body, each countour of rippling muscle seen under his wet, furred coat, a softness wrapped around rock-hard physique. The lion couldn't help but allow his strong paws to travel over his body, as if admiring all the experience, years, sweat and blood that went into building it. He was proud of how he looked, as he should have been. "Mm.." he sighed..some would say even a hint of a moan entered his voice as his paws traveled lower. The sturdy washboard of his 8-pack abs tensed at his touch, almost feeling ticklish. As his fingertips brushed against the thicker, dark fur that adorned low on his abdomen, he once again gave into the temptation his own body seemed to be seducing him with, and ran his fingers down the happy trail of thick fur. As he went lower, he found he was doing more than just exploring his beautiful body, he was teasing it, teasing himself, as if he could make himself whimper in the delight of touch. He turned his side to the hot water, and leaned back against the smooth, slick white marble of his shower's wall, to get comfortable. He could feel water splash against one of his hard, round testicles, softly teasing at his tight sac even more. It was funny how easily he lost himself in his pleasure, as if his body yearned for it more than ever. Baruch succumbed. With a leaning back of his wet-maned head, Baruch ran his paw over the smooth sheath encasing his thick, flaccid member, the caress sending a shiver of enjoyment up his spine. His mouth opened in a silent moan, tongue resting between his bottom two canines, while allowing his finger to explore the opening of his sheath, which was already becoming tight, the soft fur of his finger teasing, running over the small sensitive hole at the tip of his hardening length. "M-ahmm.." the lion moaned again..the sounds of aroused pleasure, even his own, turned him on. He found himself pressing back against the wall a little more, as he pulled back the soft sheath of his cock, now fully exposing his thickening shaft to the steamy, moist air that surrounded him even now. It was like he's just slid his cock into an ethreal substance that loved to warm and slick his powerful eleven and a half inches of lionhood. Without a moment's hesitation, he gripped his fingers around the throbbing, hot flesh that protruded between his thighs, and began to rub, up and down, slowly over his dick, slicking warm water over its smooth surface. "Yeah," he moaned into the empty room, while leaning his head to the side, finding his hips bucking up into his paw as his cock twitched, eagerly. Waves of pleasure caressed over his body with each slow, practiced stroke, the lion's shaft achingly hard to the touch. "Mmm..yes.." he groaned, a low purr now lacing through his voice. He squeezed his paw around the base of his cock, making it darken for just a second, and a droplet of slick, clear precum was coaxed from the sensitive head, falling to the shower floor below. He flexed his dick in his fist, coaxing another drop of fluid, this he caught upon his finger, and allowed his tongue to flick against it, tasting how salty and sweet it was, silk-smooth on his tongue. "Purrawwr.." he moans, while now holding his tight sac in his other paw, squeezing and rolling the hard orbs in his palm, fondling his own balls with a master's skill, fingertips teasing under the hanging ballsac, tickling at the sensitive flesh. It wasn't long before he found his other paw working in a way that made him squirm, as if his hands had a life of their own. As he fondled his heavy balls, his other paw had found its way to the widest part of his cock, the sensitive head. The large lion shivered, mewled in his pleasure as his fingertips began to rub just over the small ridge under the swollen head, where he was most sensitive, running in small circles, then in straight strokes. His palm was even into it, pressing up against his hot, throbbing length, caressing and rubbing as fingers worked to bring him maximum pleasure at the head. He didn't hold back, but left the teasing continuing as his fingers stroked in small 'come here' motions below the now-dripping head, precum steadily flowing from his dick. Ripples of pleasure ran through his body, and he mewled loudly now, his other paw not stopping in fondling his balls, giving them another squeeze. Just then his dick jumped in his paw, and an extra surge of ecstacy raced through his body..he couldn't hold back anymore, he could feel the pressure, the cum building in his balls, needing release. He could feel the creamy seed building even in the base of his cock, his teasing working a bit too well. Taking control, Baruch grabbed his achingly hard cock by the base, and began to pump his paw up and down over it, hard, squeezing it until it almost hurt. Thick drops of pre ran over his shaft, mixing with the water that continued to caress his body, the clear fluid leaking freely as if from a faucet. The large lion groaned deeply, shutting his eyes tight as he rubbed his thick, hot cock up and down, faster, working himself towards the inevitable climax. One that would take him like a pouncing lion. Sudden, hard. The lion's strong hips bucked into his paw, just as the pressure reached its fullest. Thick, white cream trickled from his cock, spilling over his fingers in a warm stream just milleseconds before the dam broke. Baruch arched his back, throwing back his head as he roared in his ecstacy, and began to spurt hot, thick threads of his cum. Long spurts could be heard splattering onto the curtain of the shower wetly, his cock twitching in his fingers as he rubbed it with one paw, and fondled his balls with the other, coaxing more of their hot load from his body. Even as his sticky seed flew from his body in gentle arcs, it also coated over his fingers, soaking over the fur on his balls and both hands, coating his paws in white..so much that even he was surprised. Baruch's strong knees shook a bit, the pleasure tormenting his mind as he came, stroking his hot cock as best he could through the thick haze of ecstacy that coated his brain. After a full minute of squirming in pleasure against the wall, he finally felt it toning down, retreating from the plateau. He found he was panting, and his body felt weak after the adrenaline rush ebbed. And his paws were covered in a thick white coat. He let go of his already-softening member, and licked his fingers, tasting the rather-sweet cum that came from his body. "Ahmm..yeah.. That was great..should do that more often.." he purrs, as he licks the fluid from his hands, cleaning them. He could feel droplets of his semen dripping from the tip of his long, soft cock, and he moved his paw back to it, squeezing from the base to the head, making sure to get it all out. "Good.." He grinned, feeling both refreshed and a bit worn, and definately relaxed. It felt so good to relieve your tension.

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Title: Tailmouth Love by punjoke Tags: Femboy, Human, M/F, Oral, crossdresser, furry, tailmouth Juliette had first seen him two days ago, sitting alone on a bench in the park. She was sure it was a him, although he could have easily passed for a girl - he was quite feminine in both build and attire. At first she hadn't been sure; his fur was pink and his lips full and pouty. What's more, he was dressed in an alluring violet dress that ended just below his thighs. Still, Juliette was sure that it was a boy. Tonight they were alone. The hour was late and it had grown dark, but there he was sitting in usual spot, softly illuminated by a nearby light post. Juliette sat down next to the boy and stared at him boldly. "Hello there! Sorry to disturb you, but I couldn't help but notice you sitting here every time I come by. My name is Juliette," she said. "What's yours?" The femboy shied away from her, turning his head in the opposite direction slightly. His bangs hung down over his face, hiding his eyes from view. After a moment of silence, he answered. "Mute." Doing nothing to hide her interest in him, Juliette looked him up and down. Now that she was this close to him, she realized that what she had originally taken to be some sort of fashion accessory actually seemed to be a tail of some sort. It lay curled against him on the opposite side from where she was sitting, and it occurred to her that Mute was trying his best to conceal it from her. "What's this you have here?" Juliette said, her words dripping with honey, as she leaned closer to Mute and reached for his tail. Mute flinched at her touch and tried to turn away from her further, but Juliette did not relenting. She stroked the fluffy pink tail and smiled mischievously at the shy femboy. Then she gasped and pulled back in surprise as the tail unfurled and rose up into the air. Its mouth - it had a mouth! - curled up in a grin, revealing two sharp fangs and a pointy blue tongue that stuck out in the air. Mute wrung his hands in his lap and looked down at the floor in either shame or embarrasment, Juliette couldn't tell. "A tailmouth?" Juliette said, recovering from the shock. Then she returned the fluffy pink tail's grin. "How fascinating!" Undaunted by its predatory smile, Juliette reached out and ran a hand along the tip of Mute's tail. When her fingers shied too close to the curled mouth, the blue tongue darted out and flicked against them teasingly. It was certainly not shy, even if Mute was! Juliette tittered and allowed the tailmouth's tongue to explore her hand while she pet it; it was wet and warm, and the feel of it licking her flesh put all sorts of ideas into her head. "Who's this cute little guy?" she asked, enjoying the feeling of its tongue slithering between her fingers. "That's Noise," Mute said meekly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Noise said, accentuating its words with a seductive tone that matched Juliette's and ending the greeting with another flick of its tongue. The tailmouth's deep tone was in stark contrast to Mute's higher pitched voice. "You talk!" Juliette said, delighted. Noise's lips curled up higher. Juliette rubbed the fur on its chin affectionately, then gently drew it closer until it's lips met hers, and she kissed it invitingly. Noise kissed back, the furry pink tailmouth thrusting its pointed tongue deep into her mouth. Juliette shivered as the much longer tongue wrapped around hers seductively and rubbed against the inside of her cheeks. It was the most erotic kiss she'd ever received, and she moaned into Noise's mouth. Drawing away from the kiss and licking saliva from her lips, Juliette said "A tongue like that could really get a girl worked up." The woman sat back, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs - she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Taking the hint, the tailmouth pushed its way between her shapely thighs and ran its tongue along her shaved slit. Juliette closed her legs around Noise, reveling in the feel of fluffy fur and probing licks between her legs. Panting heavily, Juliette refocused her attention on the fretting femboy beside her and leaned up against him, her breasts pressing against his shoulder. She was more than a full head taller than him. Bending her neck slightly, she whispered hotly in his furry pink ear. "Your friend sure knows how to use its tongue." Mute looked as though he was trying to shrink into himself, but there was no escape from the aggressive woman. Reaching down, Juliette grabbed the hem of his skirt and began to pull it up. The femboy reacted immediately, his hands rushing to push his skirt back down. "Please don't," he begged her. "Someone might see." Juliette laughed gently; although they were sitting in the middle of a public park at night, she was fairly certain that nobody was around. Even if she couldn't be sure, however, she wasn't going to hold back now. While Noise continued to pleasure her, the aroused woman gripped Mute's frail arms and overpowered him easily. The femboy gave a small cry of dismay as his dress was pulled all the way up, revealing that he too was not wearing any underwear. His erect cock sprang up into view, and Juliette was surprised she hadn't noticed the bulge earlier; he must have been quite adept at hiding it. Defeated, the femboy held his skirt up and did not resist as the woman ran her hands along the length of his swollen member. It was blue as well, matched with the color of Noise's long tongue. Stroking him slowly, Juliette looked from Mute's cock to the tailmouth between her own legs. She could feel its long tongue pushing its way inside of her warm love tunnel; a little more and she would... Pungent juices shot out of Juliette's pussy and into Noise's mouth as the woman began to cum. She threw back her head, moaning and jerking Mute's cock urgently, as though she wanted him to join her in orgasm. The tailmouth's tongue explored Juliette's inner depths, intent on wringing every last bit of pleasure out of her. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, Juliette removed her hand from Mute's cock and opened her legs. Noise pulled back and rose up to engage her in a kiss, and she savored the familiar taste of her own feminine juices. "I love forward women," Noise said with a smile. Mute hoped that Juliette was satisfied now, but instead she moved to squat in front of him. "And what about your friend here?" she said, looking up at the femboy and stroking him with both hands. "We're not done yet, I still want a taste of this." She licked a bead of salty pre-cum from the tip of his cock. "Mmmm, yummy! This is quite a big stick you have here." The femboy was quite reluctant to continue despite his very obvious arousal, but Noise seemed to smile in anticipation. Suddenly Juliette had a very naughty thought. Playing with the head of Mute's cock, she smiled sweetly and said "Maybe Noise would like a taste too?" She tilted her head to the side and ran her hands down to the base of Mute's shaft, pointing it straight up in the air. Noise came forward, licking its chops, until it was close enough to reach out its tongue and flick it along the head of Mute's cock. Still holding up his violet skirt, Mute twisted the hem nervously and shivered. "We shouldn't be doing this, Noise. Not here, not with her," he pleaded powerlessly. His reluctance only succeeded in egging Juliette on, and she gave his cock a squeeze as she tilted it upward slightly in offering to Noise. The tailmouth's blue tongue slithered out and wrapped itself around Mute's throbbing member. Juliette stroked the base of the blue cock slowly as she leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of its shaft until her tongue met Noise's. The woman gave a throaty moan, then engulfed the head of Mute's cock with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Mute gasped and went rigid, his hips bucking up slightly almost against his will. Pleased to have elicted such a strong response from him, Juliette continued to suck on the tip of his manhood while Noise's tongue ran along his shaft. Together they pleasured him, until the tailmouth nudged Juliette. Taking the hint, the woman pulled back and allowed Noise to take the entirety of Mute's cock into its mouth. She watched in awe as the submissive femboy's own tail sucked him off in front of her. "Such a dirty boy you are," she cooed lustily. "That tail of yours has an amaaaaazing tongue. I'll bet the two of you do this all the time, don't you?" "No!" Mute said, lowering his gaze. "Noise... s-stop." Despite his protests, however, he was panting heavily, and he still held his skirt up out of the way. "It's okay honey, just give in," Juliette reassured him. Her fingers were thrust up underneath her skirt now, and she fingered herself as she talked dirty to him. "Go ahead and blow your load, your little friend here is hungry for it!" Noise's movements sped up as if to confirm Juliette's words, fucking the femboy with its mouth. Mute tried to hold back, ashamed that he was enjoying this so much. When he felt Juliette begin to play with his testicles, he gave a cry of alarm. The feel of his tail's tongue wrapped around his rock-hard shaft while it deepthroated him combined with the feel of a second mouth licking and sucking his balls was too much - he was going to cum! Mute let out a strangled yelp and jerked his hips upward as he exploded in Noise's maw; in response the tailmouth jammed itself all the way down and worked its long tongue around his throbbing shaft. Thick cum quickly filled Noise's mouth, and it sucked down as much of the femboy's load as it could manage. Below them, Juliette cooed and reached up to stroke Noise, feeling its muscles contract as it swallowed and wondering where it was all going. After drinking down several spurts of its partner's gooey cum, Noise suddenly pulled away from the blue cock. Ropes of the white stuff shot up into the air and splashed down on him and Juliette, staining his dress and coating her face. After blinking in surprise, Juliette wasted no time in rising up and gobbling down the head of his cock, eager to have a taste straight from the source. When she had finally sucked him dry, she stood and kissed Mute, forcing his lips open and pushing a large dollop of his own cum into his mouth. The femboy struggled at first, trying to push her away, but ultimately submitted and swallowed the slimy gift. "See, I told you you were delicious," Juliette said with a laugh as she licked her lips. Noise flicked his tongue along Mute's softening cock teasingly. "A wonderful meal," it agreed. Mute pushed his dress back down over his privates and whispered "Th-thank you..." He looked down at his lap, mortified by his own admission that he had enjoyed everything as much as they had. The woman looked him up and down; the front of the femboy's frilly dress was now spackled with cum. Grinning wickedly on the inside, she gasped in mock concern. "Oh no, you poor dear. Your dress is ruined! We must wash it immediately." She drew him to his feet and pulled him close to her. "Come, I'll take you back to my place. We have to get you out of those clothes!" Ignoring his pleas, she took her little pet by the hand and began to lead him out of the park. Behind them, Noise flicked back and forth in excitement, eager to see what would be coming next.

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Title: Star Fox Chronicles: The Side Quests: Quest 5: Train-Jacking Terrorists by Ryan-masterpaladin-Lewis Tags: Character Development, Human, Panther, Short, Story Series, Various Species, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf Disclaimer: I do not own any of the video game characters of the universe presented in this series. They are property of Nintendo, and I do not portray any of their actions in this story entirely to the truth that Nintendo might have intended. This story is purely fan fictional. Also the following star characters are property of their owners: Ryan Lewis (c) Me. Wolfie Steel (c) Wolfie Steel Zach (c) ThE-pAnThEr \*\*\* Being a mercenary for the side of good meant many things. The most obvious one is that I have a job to protect and serve the people, much like a police force, but without being as much enforcing of the law. Despite all this one thing is also for certain, innocent people get themselves caught square in the middle of problems sometimes. For that exact reason was why I was currently sitting in the middle of one of Corneria's sky deploy vehicles, which functioned much like a helicopter. I was accompanied by two other people, who would serve as my cover throughout the mission. The first was Wolfie Steel, who I'm certain was eager for a good mission. The other one was a Black Panther I wasn't familiar with. "So what's your name?" I asked. He turned to face me, examining me minutely before replying. "My name's Zach," he said. "Nice to meet you Zach," I said, he didn't reply. General Pepper came out of his passenger seat he was buckled in, and spoke. "Alright," he began, "you three have been assigned this mission because you are some of the best. The Monorail 2974 â€" 08A has been seized by an unknown terrorist group. The passengers on board are currently being held hostage for a huge ransom from the government. Your job is to take out the group effectively while making sure no harm comes to the civilians." "What's the plan?" I asked. General Pepper pulled out a small device and pressed a button, revealing a hologram projection that simulated the train. "The group herded the civilians to the back compartment of the train," Pepper explained, "The biggest mistake is that they sealed them there all by themselves. Each car is connected to each other through a plasmic link, and can only be separated by inputting the specific series of code. If you input one code incorrectly, the whole system resets. If you succeed, the car with the civilians will detach itself and allow us to conveniently retrieve it." "What are our assignments?" Zach asked quickly. "Ryan," Pepper began, "your job is to sneak your way to the back of the train and detach the car, I will relay the codes into your ear piece communicator. After you've detached the car and saved the civilians, your job will be to nuetralize the terrorists. Zach and Wolfie, your job is to provide Ryan with adequate cover using your sniping skills from above. If Ryan is seen while detaching the train car, you will to provide cover for him and the civilians, make sure none of them return to the car of the civilians." "Yes sir," We all nodded and agreed. "Very well," Pepper said, "We are just above and aligned with the train. Ryan, prepare for the drop." I nodded and got out of my seat, as the side hangar door opened to show the scenery. We were well into a small town a few cities away from Corneria. Besides the train itself, there was nothing much to see about the place at all. The morning weather was pouring rain from the near black darkened sky of clouds. The train itself was still moving, as it did I could see my first destination of the mission. I was glad we were sneaking in from behind, although the unnecessary slipping possibilities I could do without. The pilot lowered us to the point where I could jump out without seriously hurting myself. I gained my composure and slowly made my way to the front of the back car, and jumped quickly onto the next cart. Trying my best to keep quiet. I looked back up at the skydrop, noticing both Wolfie and Zach were already on the watch with their sniper rifles. I turned back my attention to a ladder leading down the side of the train, and quickly yet steadily climbed down. I opened a small hatch right in the corner, which opened up a small keypad. I interlinked with Pepper. "General," I said, "I've made it to the device with no difficulty." I kept at least one hand firmly holding the ladder, because the train was still moving fast. "Good," Pepper said, "I'm going to relay you the first code now, they're all 16 digits worth. Ready? 238091A0 BC00." I typed it in quickly and a single green light switched on. "It worked," I said, "what's the next one?" I kept a hard grip as the train made a sudden quick turn. I turned and looked to see that I was just hanging over a cliff. One wrong move could easily spell the end for me. I interlinked into Pepper again. "459235640000," Pepper projected. Another green light flashed as I typed it in. "It worked," Pepper implanted the third one, which when I typed in signified another green light. "One more." "8600640042002100," he said. It worked once more and I watched as the cart detached itself and slowly drift away from the train, slowing down slowly, and as I did, I could see a few of the scared faces looking out in my general direction from the window. I slowly climbed my way up into the train. "Great job Ryan," Pepper said, "the innocents are being escorted out by another transport. Were sending in Zach to help you out with the second half of the mission." "Very well," I confirmed and watched as the panther jumped out from his transport, landing expertly on his feet. "Zach," I said, "you take the inside of the train, I'll make some noise on the rooftop and divert their forces." "Understood," Zack said, pulling out a pair of swords, "it's game time." He quickly slid himself down the back of the car and into the back door, and all the while he I did, I carefully ran across the wet slippery rooftop. I didn't care for the fact that I was literally soaked to the bone under this weather, but I still had a job to do. I could hear the rumble going on below, it seems Zach was quick to make noise. I quickly jumped over to the next car and made my way across it, jumping onto the next car. As I did I finally saw some of the enemy. A whole bunch of raggedy furs pulled out their plasma rifles and quickly shot at me. I pulled Bahamut out and ran towards them. I was able to deflect one or two of them, while dodging the rest. Most of them had gotten close enough to dry me off for a quick second from the heat intensity. I quickly slashed through their ranks and watched them fall quickly. As I stood up though, I could see that more were approaching, this time from both sides. "Aerora," I shouted and sent a huge gust of wind to my behind, with a little boost from Bahamut. After that group quickly met their demise off the edge of the train, and I ran to the other group, repeating the same feat. As they fell I noticed we were entering a tunnel, and I took advantage of that. "Firaga," I shouted, "casting the flames just barely over the top of the train, drying the tops of all the cars instantly. That's when I started running at full tilt, jumping over car after car while in the tunnel. I heard Pepper tune in. "We've lost sighting Ryan," he said, "you and Zach are on your own until we get to the other side of the mountain to meet you." After Pepper tuned out, most likely from interference, I heard Zach tune in as well. "Ryan," he began, "I'm right outside the entrance to the first class car. I think this is where the big boss is currently stationed." "Wait for my command so we can bust in together," I said and tuned out. I continued my running and jumping pattern until I got to the front of the train. I made a quick peak and noticed the conductor and crew still at work. They were found to still have some use so I didn't bother. I jumped down from behind the front car so I was in between it and the car right behind it. I took a quick peek into the window and tuned into Zach. "Zach," I said, "I'm ready when you are." I got my reply after a quick second. "I'm ready," he replied. "On the count of three," I said. We both counted down together. "One, Two, Three," I busted my door open quickly, training both of my pistols in the area, and I saw Zach do the same from the opposite side. I was quick to see a tall wolf in the middle, his fur a bright white. He had a weapon of some kind pointed at me and I jumped to the side quickly as he fired, realizing it was a plasma pistol. "I should have known that he would have sent you against me," the wolf said defiantly. "The game's up," Zach said, "your men are through, you're the only one left." His swords were held up in a defensive position. The wolf turned and pointed the gun straight at him. "Didn't your daddy ever tell you never bring a knife to a gun fight?" he said, cocking the safety off. "Oh no you don't," I said charging him quickly. Before I could get to him in time, he quickly turned and fired his weapon in quick precision, but I was quick to dodge. Zach took advantage to swing the gun away from behind, and hold the wolf at the throat with his blades. "I wouldn't move if I were you," he said. I rang into general Pepper. "We got the small time," I said with a smile, "too easy." "Now now Ryan," he began, "no need to get too cocky now. Just remember there were plenty of places there for you to slip. We're coming to pick you up right now." "How are the civilians?" I asked. "Safe and sound," Pepper replied, "all thanks to you. Keep up the great work Masterpaladin." I hung up and Bahamut tuned into my mind. ‘He's right about one thing Ryan,' he began, ‘you could just have easily have slipped somewhere.' ‘Maybe,' I replied, ‘can't I have my fun sometimes though? Being a mercenary isn't all fun and games.' ‘Well I guess that's true,' He said with a chuckle, ‘it's definitely not ALL about fun and games.' He started laughing and I got confused. ‘Hey wait a minute,' I said, ‘what the hell did you mean by that? That's not funny.' I looked to see Zack finish tying down the wolf terrorist leader and I turned to look out the window of the first class car. We had just left the tunnel and I could just see the transport that Pepper was on, waiting to pick us up. \*\*\* Zach was a rather interesting character when I met him. He was quite the interesting character. He didn't seem to talk much but he very much had an outgoing characteristic about him. I first met him when I was asked to help cover a teacher in a swordsmanship class. Zach was easily the top of his class, and gave me a run for my money. He preferred using the dual wield tactic when I used one, and he used it well. I even had to sneak a second one to win back the advantage, because he was that good. I didn't meet him again until after he had graduated not long after. I was taking a break with Falco after a tough training session, when we noticed him sweet-talking over a cute young lady. We smiled and decided it was best not to disturb his little private life, although we did acknowledge him about that later when he was alone, much to his discontent. After that, the next time I had met him was the briefing for this latest mission. I was called into the briefing room, and had met Wolfie Steel in the middle of the hallway. When we got in he was already sitting inside, fully equipped and ready to go. He was very punctual, a quality I had to admit was very likable about him. We didn't say anything to each other during the briefing, nor during the trip. Despite the few times we ran into each other and the couple of times we spent together, I didn't seem to think we considered each other close friends, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't think he thinks that way either. As far as I know, we're just a couple of mission buddies every now and then. Of course, that doesn't mean that can't change if we don't meet up every now and then more often. \*\*\* After a rather smooth ride home from the mission, the weather had cleared up. Pepper had dismissed us after a small speech about how much of a wonderful job we all did, and hope to see us to such a similar job in the future. Zach left the briefing room before us, and Wolfie and I left together, deciding to catch up a little. "Up for some lunch Ryan?" he asked. "Sure sounds fun," I replied, "I even know a good diner." We nodded and headed to the lobby. As we got there though, we noticed a particular panther we knew as Zach chatting up a cute pantheress. We chuckled to each other and decided to leave him be, quietly walking out of the building.

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Title: Me and Lisa Tags: lesbian love, lesbian romance, lesbian friends, tender lesbian *Please note, the following story has graphic sexual content. If you are younger than 18, please do not read any further. Copyright by the author, feb 2007* \* I was waiting for Lisa. I was excited and eager to see her, it had been almost a year. She was away at school, and I was still here - in this lonely little town. My parents were away, and the house was quiet and lonesome. Lisa was driving down from the high country, she was a college student and the campus was up in the mountains. It was supposedly a beautiful place. I have wanted to visit her, but it just never seems to work out. When we talked, just before she started the drive, she sounded thrilled to have a break from school. And the drive was long, so it would be late before she arrived. She did mention that she was nervous about traveling here. She could get such bad allergies during the spring. It was never a problem where she was, but this was a bad time of the year around here. There are lots of beautiful flowers in the rolling hills nearby, but those same flowers can make life totally miserable for Lisa. So - I didn't really know when she would arrive, and she didn't have a cell phone. I ended up falling asleep on the couch, it was a shallow and restless kind of sleep. And then I awoke to the sound of a car in the driveway. Oh my god, she was finally here! I jumped up to greet her. I ran out into the dark and we hugged, hard and strong. I missed her so much, and it was wonderful to actually really and truly see her. When Lisa walked into the house she looked really unhealthy. I mean, something was wrong. "What is it?" I asked. "Oh God, it's my allergies - it's really bad this time of year, and I haven't felt like this since last summer - and this is worse." "Are you okay?" I asked. Lisa's eyes were red and puffy, and he nose was running and she was sniffing constantly. She said, "Oh - I'll be fine, I have some prescription medication, and it usually works great. I need to get it out of my duffle." She reached into her big canvas duffle bag and found what she wanted. She held up the little bottle of pills and said, "I took two of these, and I should feel better soon." We talked for a while, about life and how much we hated not seeing each other for so long. And it seemed like only just a few short minutes - and then Lisa took a deep breath and sighed. She said, "Oh good - I feel the medication kicking in, what a relief." I asked, "Really, so soon?" "Yeah, this stuff is great. Actually - I love these little pills." And she laughed. "They make me feel SO relaxed and I sleep SO well - it's heavenly!" I looked at the bottle, and I read the text. It said take ONE every 12 hours. But, Lisa said she had just taken two. "Lisa, did you take too many? It says take only one, but you took two!" "Actually, I took three - because I took one during the drive, just a few minutes before I arrived here..." The text on the bottle stated: May cause drowsiness. Then I was worried, "Lisa, are you gunna be okay?" "I think so - Yes, I'll be fine. When I took these last summer they really helped, and - Oh my god, they made me feel wonderful." I asked, "Should I worry?" "Oh no - I'm fine..." But I was worried. As time went on, Lisa began to slur her words, and her eyes got all droopy and sleepy. She was certainly happy, but it was an odd and intense kind of happy. I didn't know what was happening - should I worry? What could I do? Now she was super sluggish, barely able to keep her eyes open. I lead her to my bedroom, and let her lay down. I told her to put on my pajamas, but she acted like she didn't hear me. I knew what I had to do. I went into the next room and called a friend, she was a nurse. I was so nervous as I waited for her to pick up the phone. When she answered I just blurted out all my fears, and she interrupted me, "Whoa, hold on - what's this all about - please stay calm..." And I told her everything that had happened and I read from the prescription on the bottle. When I mentioned the name of the medication she actually laughed out loud, and then explained, "This is a pretty common drug, and there are no dangerous side effects. Three pills is a lot, but it's not dangerous. Really - don't worry." "But she's so sleepy, it's weird." "That's normal, she'll experience some dramatic sleepiness. Some people even claim a sort of intoxication associated with this drug." "Really?" "Yes - from what I've heard the effect can be very pleasant. Some people report euphoria and an overwhelming sense of pleasure. It can be very powerful, so you should expect her to feel that way." "So - It's going to be okay?" And then my nurse friend laughed! She said she'll be totally fine, let her sleep and don't worry. When I hung up the phone I was totally relieved. And I walked into my bedroom. Lisa was on the bed, and as far as I could tell she was sound asleep. She hadn't put on my pajamas like I suggested. She was still in her clothes, her white button down shirt and her baggy denim work pants. Her shoes were off and she had bare feet. I sat on the edge of the bed and quietly asked, "Lisa, are you asleep?" And she smiled slowly, and opened her eyes and looked right at me, "I'm almost asleep - I feel wonderful." "Don't worry about anything, my friend is a nurse and she says not to worry - everything is completely fine." "Good, I won't worry - I think maybe I took too much, but it's so nice - it's like a dream." And with that she closed her eyes and sighed - deep and contented. I sat there for the longest time, just staring at Lisa. And - in a way, I was content. But in another way I was all worked up. I hadn't seen Lisa in so long, and I was all wound up and concerned - and now she was here, but I couldn't talk with her. She was such a close friend, and she had been so supportive to me. The thing that had been bothering me, and we had even talked about it a little over the phone, was about my boyfriend and me. Well - my ex-boyfriend really. The whole thing was confusing and was making me so tense and worried. I wanted so bad to talk with Lisa. The thing is, that - Well - Lisa had listened to me when I complained, and she was so sweet, too. Anyway - It was about the pressure to have sex, and the ugly break-up. But - I was so unfulfilled and upset. I couldn't make sense of my desires. Here's what was killing me, I'm just going to write it out - I haven't had a climax, and my boyfriend, oh god - he was really shameful and unkind about it. It made me feel so awful. It all left me so confused. But I could always talk to Lisa. She would listen and she knew how to calm me down. She never really said, and I never asked - but I don't think she had ever had an orgasm either. And - I think - this was something we shared. Anyway - I guess I was all preoccupied, and I needed Lisa right then - but all I could do was sit there next to her. But - oh dear god - it was so good just to look at her. Actually, I was shocked at how pretty she looked, like a sleeping angel. She had changed since the last time I saw her. I feel silly saying this, but I was really checking her out, I mean REALLY - and it seemed nice. She used to be totally flat-chested, and now I could see she was finally getting breasts. She looked perfectly lovely. But, because of her allergies her face seemed dry and swollen. I went to the bathroom and got a small bowl full of warm water and a washcloth. I came back to the bedroom and sat on the bed with Lisa. I said, "Lisa, I'm going to wash your face, I have some nice warm water here, is that okay? She calmly replied, "Oh Ann, that sounds nice." I almost laughed. She obviously sounded sorta stoned, but the dreaminess in her voice was so intense. It sounded like she was in LOVE with the idea of warm water. I wet the washcloth a little and touched it to her forehead. She immediately responded with a deep, "Mmmmm..." I carefully wet Lisa's face, and all the while she lay there, with here eyes closed and a otherworldly smile. The warm water and the washing was so luxurious. She was enjoying the attention - even in her spaced-out state, I could tell. I have a big drawer right next to my bed, and it has all kinds of moisturizers, body oils and lotions. I'm kind of compulsive about this kind of stuff. But right then I chose my favorite face crème, and carefully applied it to Lisa forehead and nose. And then her cheeks and chin. It smelled lovely and Lisa would let out a gentle "cooing" noise of approval. I asked: "Doesn't that feel nice?" She spoke slowly, and said, "O yes - it feels SO nice. Thank you - I love it..." I wanted to use a little something on Lisa's lips. I asked, "Lisa?" She opened her eyes, and in a sleepy way, she looked right at me. I smiled at her, and said, "Your lips - can I put some gloss on them?" And she said, "Okay..." I had some glossy stuff in my bedside drawer. It was really oily - and smelled like cherries. It was so sweet and so fruity, I never really used it. But right then it seemed perfect. I put a dab on my finger and touched it to Lisa's lips. I ran the my wet finger along her pouty lips. She smiled as I rubbed her lips. I put some more on my finger, and I could really smell the cherry sent, and said, "Lisa, don't smile - hold still..." And then Lisa made a little kissy motion, and I thought she was being cute, and I put my middle finger right on the center of her little mouth. Then she kissed my fingertip, my oily sweet fingertip. It was nice, and I liked it. I kept my finger there, unmoving. The Kiss was genuine and pleasant. But, without realizing it, Lisa had wrapped her lips around my fingertip. And before I knew it, she was sucking my finger! It was so cute, she was all sleepy and sucking - she in some sort of blissful relaxed state at the same time. The sucking was like a baby would do - like it was involuntary. It was like she was in a baby dream. I let her suck my finger, it tickled and felt pleasant. But little by little, Lisa started to suck harder, and my finger was pulled deeper. I was surprised at how nice it felt. There was a rhythm, and a she started making a little nurturing noise, like she was trying to drink milk from my finger. I was sitting there, and Lisa - my long lost friend - was sucking my finger like a little baby. Oh god - it was so soothing and blissful. Then - something really powerful happened - I was overcome by some deep emotion, it felt like pure joy. I just let her suck, and I just drank it all in - all the intensity of the moment. Then I realized how perfect it all was - how wonderful. And Lisa looked so bewildering - so wonderful. Right then - and I don't really know why - I got all focused and preoccupied with Lisa's breasts. It seems funny, but the just looked so pure and lovely. I mean - they're small, I mean, they seemed small - I guess compared to mine. But, they were bigger than the last time we saw each other last summer. I remember we talked about it - we laughed about it, how small they were. I could see she was wearing a bra, and she never used to. It was just barely visible through her thin shirt. I was surprised to notice it, and at the same time - I was surprised at how pretty it seemed to me, I mean - it was beautiful. But now - I wanted to see, it surprised me, but I really wanted to see. I reached down and undid the top few buttons on her shirt. I could see her bra, and her pale skin. But I was afraid to actually open her shirt all the way. I stopped, what was happening? Right then, all I could think about was how beautiful Lisa was. And for some reason - I wanted to be closer. Or something - It was confusing. I whispered, "Lisa, are you awake?" And she opened her eyes just a little, and slowly said, "I'm awake - but I'm so - so sleepy." "I'm worried - I feel funny..." a said as clearly as I could. Lisa moaned a reply, "Mmmmmm - I feel funny toooooo..." It was obvious that She wasn't able to really answer me, or even to understand what was happening. I felt like I could say anything. But - even in her slumbering, she was smiling and magical. I lifted up her shirt, just a little to see her belly button. Why did I do it? I was so bewildered - but I really wanted to see her tummy. I mean, I had seen her in a bikini last summer - and I told her she had a super-cute belly button. But here I was staring at her perfect and beautiful belly button. Oh my god - It was SO cute... I touched it, and her tummy - and it felt so smooth. Then without realizing it, my fingertips were resting on her jeans. On the button just above the zipper. I didn't move - but I knew what I wanted to do. I whispered, "Lisa - are you wearing panties?" She didn't reply. She just lay there silent and slowly breathing. I carefully undid the button and un-zipped her pants. I felt so sneaky - and it was fun and nice. I could see that she had on little pale blue panties - with exquisite little flowers. "Lisa - these are so cute..." I looked at her face, to make sure she was asleep - and I pulled her panties down, just for a peak. And - Oh my god - I saw her pubic hair. I mean, just a little, and it was so thin and fine. It looked so unimaginably beautiful. I think I gasped, I mean really. My heart was beating harder - and it was like I was feeling electricity run through me. And then I did something that shocked me. I don't know why - but I did it. I leaned in and pressed my nose against Lisa's panties, and inhaled as deep as I could. Oh my god - it smelled so - I don't know - so warm. It was so wonderful - I can't understand why I did it , but I just lay there, with my nose pressed hard, taking deep breaths in, letting myself delight in the subtle but amazing smell. I held on to her old jeans with both hands, and allowed my face to press right into her panties, and I inhaled deep - over and over - lost in the aroma. Then I abruptly sat up, so aware of my own desperate thoughts. I was like a robot, unable to control myself - I was outside of myself. I was just overflowing with emotion. I couldn't help myself, I asked: "Lisa, I want to undress myself - I want to take my shirt off - is that okay?" Without any hesitation, Lisa whispered, "Oh yes - that's okay - that's wonderful." And she said it in a way that left me feeling that she had no idea what I said - or what she said, but that she was lost in some dream - some magical dream. Then I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, and without any hesitation I undid my bra. I took it off and set it on the bed next to Lisa. I sat there - shocked at my boldness. And I was actually surprised at how nice I felt, how pretty I felt. And - compared to Lisa, my breasts were round and large. They aren't really big, but at that moment they felt big. And my nipples - they we hard from this overpowering sensual arousal. I sat there on my knees, upright and looming above Lisa. I asked, "Lisa, do you want to kiss my finger again?" And she replied with her eyes closed, "Mmmm, okay..." So I gently set my finger, and it was still wet, against her glossy lips. Immediately she started to suck it - the same primal and impulsive sucking. I sat there and let her suck my finger, and she was sucking hard. I was loosing myself in the moment, every worry I had seemed to melt away. I was so content and fully at peace right then. But - I couldn't understand, I wanted more. I wanted to be more thoughtful, more alive. At that moment all I wanted to do was be naked - and it felt so natural - it wasn't naughty or anything like that. It was a really lovely and true desire. I spoke as clearly as I could, "Lisa, Please listen - I am going to take all my clothes off, I want to be naked - Is that okay?" All Lisa did was suck my finger a little harder. Then I undid the zipper on my skirt, and I tried to pull it down - but I had to do it one handed. It was too tricky with my finger in Lisa's mouth. So I gently pulled it out. As soon as it was out, Lisa made this adorable baby noise. She actually whimpered, like I had pulled a bottle away from a feeding infant. I pulled my skirt and panties off as fast as I could, and put my finger back into Lisa's waiting mouth. She seemed to swallow it up and sucked furiously. I let her suck. There I was, naked and joyous - next to my closest friend. Who was madly sucking my wet middle finger. It was irrational - but I loved it. I had to - I just had to ask Lisa: "I'm naked - I'm all totally naked - do you want to see me?" And with that Lisa slowly opened here eyes, she didn't say anything - and I don't know what she was thinking. But she looked right at me and never stopped her compulsive sucking. As she looked at me, I tried to sit up on my knees, to really let her see me. I was really exhilarated to be that bold - and I was - I don't know really - I mean, I was so turned-on. She was looking right at me - I mean, my nipples were really hard and I was so unafraid. I moved from her side - I carefully straddled her - while she watched me. One leg on each side of her hips. My brown pubic hair touching her shirt. Her sleepy eyes were looking at me, straining to focus. Without truly realizing what I was doing, I leaned forward, so my breasts were right up close to her lovely face. All the while she sucked my finger. And the sound was wet and sloppy. I was on all fours, looming above her. Squatting above her belly. My breast jiggled with each nervous inhalation. They were hanging down just inches above her face. My middle finger in her mouth. She kept here eyes on me for perhaps a minute, maybe longer, then she slipped back into her place of submissive sleep. I wasn't really thinking - I was just letting myself go... "Lisa - can you hear me?" She replied with a passionate, "Mmmmm..." I cautiously pulled my finger out of Lisa's wet mouth. And she immediately made that compulsive sucking motion to the empty air. "Lisa, I feel so full of love right now..." I carefully inched my hard nipple toward her open mouth. I couldn't help myself. I held my nipple just barely above her hungry little mouth. I couldn't stop, I leaned in and my soft breast met her wet lips, and immediately she was swallowing my big hard nipple. And she sucked deep and intensely - Oh god, I was shocked! I mean I was just thunderstruck. It was so urgent and primal. Instantly - I was awash in an overpowering sexual excitement - Oh my god, I was so turned-on - I had NEVER felt anything like it before. It was like some crazy switch had been thrown in my head. I felt beautiful and obscene - I felt like an angel and a pervert - all at the same time. I let her suck, I desperately loved it. I moaned out a passionate whisper, "Lisa - oh god Lisa." She was drooling and sloppy. My breasts were getting wet and slippery. I couldn't help any of this - it just felt too wonderful. I was loosing all control. I was naked, and Lisa was still fully dressed. It was so beautiful. I spoke to Lisa, "This feel so good. Lisa - You're sucking, it feels so good..." I realized I was pressing my crotch into her shirt, and kind of humping her, and she was sucking my erect nipple so hard, and so loud. It felt so - oh my god - it felt SO sexy. I went on talking, "Lisa - You're sucking - my nipples - Oh god Lisa - it feels so good..." I was holding Lisa's lovely head in my hands. Her eyes were closed, like she was in some passionate trance. I whispered, "Suck harder Lisa - please - it's okay - suck harder..." If she heard me - I don't know. I wanted her to hear me, I know that. I thought I might start to cry - I sat up and lifted my breasts away - and looked down at Lisa. She was still desperately sucking, at nothing - at the air between us - She was sucking in a haunted unflinching way. "Oh Lisa..." I put my face to hers, and kissed her - all over and she seemed to respond. She was still sucking. I let her suck my nose and my chin - my eyebrows and my lips. I suddenly found myself lying on top of her, hugging her, and my hips were pumping. I couldn't help it - I kissed her right on her mouth. It was wet and unrestrained, and it still tasted like cherry lip-gloss. I stuck my tongue in her mouth - and oh dear god - she sucked that too. This was almost too much - I thought I might explode. I let her suck my tongue for a long time. It was wet, sloppy and delicious. Then I sat up, took a deep breath and looked down at Lisa - and at my self. Lisa was so responsive to all of this - and she was proclaiming something to me - even in her dream state, she was sexual and writhing. I announced aloud, in a clear and calm voice, "Lisa, I am going to undress you. I am going to take ALL of you clothes off - do you hear me? Do you understand?" Her response was quiet, and maybe I didn't hear it at all. But she seemed to say: "Mmmmm - Yes - Yes..." With that, I unbuttoned her shirt. As I did, I talked to her, "Oh Lisa, this will be better when we take this off." And, as I took off her shirt I said "Good girl, let me lift this off." She rolled over a little as I impatiently pulled at her shirt. She softly spoke in a groggy voice, "Okay - here, let me help." Strangely, in a half-asleep way - she was actually helpful, her eyes would open and she would smile a big happy grin. I took off her shirt, and I took off her pants and let them fall to the floor. Lisa lay there, breathing deep and slow - wearing nothing but her white bra and baby blue panties. I sat there next to her, on all fours, naked and flushed. What was happening? I so dearly loved Lisa, and this was so unreal. Just a minute before I had let her suck my nipples, and - oh Jesus, she sucked my tongue. I mean, only minutes before - I had put my nose right up to her panties. It was crazy - but it was so exciting. Her bra was simple and white, and I could easily see her nipples pressing up against the thin fabric. I said, "Lisa - I am overcome with emotion - please let me do what I am about to do..." She whispered a hushed reply, "It's okay..." And then I took off her bra, and the perfect image of her tiny breasts just made me crazier, they looked so amazing - so perfect. I mean - whatever was happening - Lisa could feel it. I mean really FEEL it. It was so beautiful, her nipples were hard and erect. I mean, it was obvious she was turned-on. It was like the room was on fire. Her light blue panties were small and tight. I had - just minutes before, smelled them. But now, seeing them, and they were SO pretty - I don't know - they just seemed SO cute - to the point where it made me absolutely crazy. I gently spread Lisa's legs. So I could see right in between, right where her subtle mound was. And - I was shocked, she was wet! Oh god, there was a tiny - well, actually a surprisingly big wet spot - right in her crotch. Lisa's panties were wet! Was it from all of this? She must be completely reacting to all of this, ALL of this. I mean, the kissing and the sucking, and me being naked, and the smells and the sensations... Oh god - Lisa... I was on fire - and beyond control - I pulled off her panties. Then - Oh dear god - she was totally naked. I froze from the sight, it was just TOO beautiful. Her pubic hair was thin and delicate, that brief view I had before was nothing like this. All I could do was stare. She was asleep, and pliable - and so perfectly beautiful Without realizing it, I put my face in against Lisa's pubic hair. I inhaled deep, and it was heavenly. The deep wet smell, and my nose - my face, oh my god - I was gently kissing Lisa's plump and smooth vagina. I was uncontrollable - I was so unimaginably excited. I kissed and licked and sucked. I moved Lisa's legs, so I could kiss more - so I could taste more. Everything was wet, and her smooth lips were open and receptive. Oh god - her lips were wet, hot, slippery and delicious. And then I heard it, she moaned. Oh god, she was feeling this - she was enjoying this. I found her firm clitoris, and licked and sucked. Lisa was breathing deeper, I could hear it - and she spread her legs wider. And she was rocking her hips - pumping her groin - smooth and steady into my licking tongue and mouth. Then she let out a passionate moan. And then she said, "Oh god - oh god..." I sat up to see her. She was looking at me, and her body was pumping and alive with uninhibited energy. I frantically reached into my bedside drawer, and took out a bottle of body oil. I poured a thick stream across Lisa's pubic hair and let it run down between her throbbing legs. I smeared it in with my hands, gently aver her pink little lips. The smell was wonderful, strong and sweet. I lifted her legs and smeared it into her little anus. It was warm and slippery and so smooth. I pressed her legs wide and high - and looked at her tiny smooth anus. I rubbed the slick oil as firm as I could. Lisa was so responsive, she was humping my hand, and her tiny oily anus was pulsing... I kissed her open vagina, I licked her tiny anus - I was awash with love. And Lisa was humping my oil-coated face. I sucked her clitoris as steady and as fast as I could. I let my oily tongue race across it with as much fury as I could handle. Lisa moaned out a thrilling, "Yes - Oh god - YES!" She was so unrestrained, without anything holding her back. I put my oily thumb against her wet open lips, and she must have felt it - because she seemed to squirm down, desperate to let it enter. I sat up, enough to see her - all of her, and her pumping naked body. And I pushed my thumb into her. Immediately she groaned - it was loud and primal. I began to thrust my thumb - in and out. With each deep push, Lisa said, "Oh - Oh - Oh..." I tried to speed up, and I poured more of that sweet oil on my hand, and let my thumb slap hard against her slippery groin. I said, "Lisa, Oh PLEASE - Lisa, I want you to come - PLEASE..." She replied, "Yes - YES - it feels so good..." I asked, "Harder?" She stammered, "Oh - Oh god - YES!" I pumped my thumb faster, and all the oil made it glide so amazingly smooth. And Lisa instantly began to shiver. Then it sounded like Lisa was crying. I looked at her face, and her eyes were open, and asked, "Lisa, are you all right?" She whispered to me, in a panting reply, "Oh god... I love you so much..." I didn't know what to do. I just kept pumping my oily hand. It felt so magical, it was smooth and warm. Lisa gasped, "Oh God! Faster..." Then Lisa started to wriggle herself, she was franticly trying to push herself into my thrusting hand and thumb. Everything was so oily, and so fast - that it almost seemed like my hand was becoming a blur. Lisa gasped, "Oh - Oh - Oh, I'm going to come..." Lisa was about explode. "Oh god, I'm going to come..." I leaned forward and kissed the smooth oily skin of her tummy, and I could feel the spasms of ecstasy with my lips. "Oh god - YES!" I tried to see, she was trembling - and her tiny breasts were bouncing frantically. Then it happened, and I could feel all of it, Lisa climaxed in an amazing orgasm. Lisa was moving too much, I just held my thumb still - holding it deep inside her - and I could feel the powerful spasms squeezing my wet thumb. She screamed out, "Oh god - Oh god - I'm coming!" Suddenly my hand against her groin was awash in hot liquid. Lisa's hips convulsed, and she let out a series of passionate sobs. I held on. It lasted a few short moments, and then the waves of her climax slowly subsided. Lisa lay there her chest heaving, her eyes closed. I had just seen the most magical and beautiful thing I could ever imagine. I held my thumb inside her, and it was so amazing. Suddenly, I started to cry - I know she was unable to hear me, but I couldn't help it. I cried and watched Lisa breathing. I cried for a long time. The next thing I knew - I had the bottle of body oil in my hand - and I realized how full the bottle still was. I poured the rest of the oil - ALL OF IT - on to Lisa, on her breasts, on her neck, her tummy and between her legs. I was flooded with the sweet lovely scent. The oil got everywhere, dripping down onto my old bed spread, at that moment I didn't care about anything but her beautiful shiny body. And then I put both of my hands on Lisa's slippery torso and rubbed. Oh my god, it was so smooth and sensual. I said to her, "Lisa, this feels so magical, so wonderful." And she replied in a clear calm voice, "It's nice - this feels so nice..." Now I was as oily and slippery as Lisa. I climbed onto Lisa, I straddled her. I pushed my crotch - my oily wet vagina firm against her belly. I made smooth humping motions - back and forth - all across her slippery body. Pumping across her breasts, he r hard nipples, her pubic hair, her neck and her legs. And then I felt the firmness of Lisa's hip bone. Oh my god - Lisa's protruding hip bone. It was smooth and unyielding and slathered with oil. The sensation was bewildering. I held my self still for a moment, trying to drink in the magnitude of what was happening. I was so turned on - rubbing my plump clit - with a thick glossy layer of slippery sweet oil against her silky smooth hip bone. Then I rocked with more intensity, and the sensation was sending me into some hidden and passionate place, a place I've never been before. I whispered, "Lisa? Can you hear me?" Lisa meekly spoke, "Oh yes - this feels so good..." I leaned in and kissed her. Wet, on her mouth. I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth - and again, without any hesitation, she sucked it. Oh my god, right then - I thought I might explode. I started humping furiously, with a force that shocked me. I was grunting and panting, and I broke away from the kiss. "Oh god - Lisa..." Then, Lisa's arms were holding me, like she was pulling me it toward her. The oily wetness was getting sloppy and noisy. I tried to kiss Lisa, to touch her face - but I was too far-gone. All I could do was pump and rub my slippery clitoris against her smooth firm hip bone. I pushed and humped, I tried to hold her tiny breasts, and I did for a while, all oily and perfect. But all I could do was let myself fall into the building emotion, and rub even harder. "Yes, oh god - Lisa, yes..." I humped and rubbed my sopping vagina against Lisa with an even faster rhythm. I was startled to see Lisa's face, her eyes wide and she seemed completely awake. And, she was smiling. And - Oh god - she looked so unbelievably beautiful. She wrapped her oily arms around me tighter. And I could feel her, she was rocking in a passionate sexual rhythm - matching my humping. Lisa spoke, clear and slow, "Oh god, this feels so nice..." Then I felt it, and it came on strong and steady. I began to gasp and moan, and then my hips pumped in these fast shivering pulses. There was a wet and rhythmic slapping noise, I started shaking I gasped, "Lisa - I'm going to - Oh Jesus - I'm gunna come..." "Good - please - I want you to - please..." Lisa's pale skin was so smooth - and SO oily -and I was rubbing - hard, with my firm slippery clit. "Lisa - I'm - I'm gunna come..." And then, I felt Lisa's slippery hand on my bare bottom. She was awake and smiling. She wrapped her hands into my oily crack - in an effort to hold on. I thought I might scream, the sensation was so intense. And I could watch beautiful face - and her oily breasts - and her smile. I stammered, "Lisa - Oh god - Lisa..." "Yes - yes..." gasped Lisa. I blurted out, "Lisa - Oh god- I love you." I was shocked at my response, but it was impulsive - and true. And, her body - like it was involuntary, rocked smoothly to meet my sexual humping motions. Lisa slowly started to build in intensity, swaying a little more deliberately. And, I wasn't sure how the drug was effecting her - it was impossible to know, but she was obviously getting into it. She started to squeeze my butt, and right then I knew it was going to happen. "Lisa - Oh God - I'm going to come..." With that she rocked even harder. Her hands moved under my ass, and she started squeezing both cheeks, they were oily and slippery. I was breathing harder. My pelvis was desperately pumping firm against her smooth skin. This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn't believe how excited it made me. Suddenly, - Oh my god, she was smiling - and I was even closer to exploding. "Lisa - Oh god - oh god..." She smiled, a comforting smile. I could feel the ecstasy, and I had no idea I could feel this way. I wrapped my thighs around Lisa's oily middle, and I literally started to heave violently against her slippery hip, and I started to shudder and then I started to moan - and then I felt like my whole body was vibrating. Between gasps I said, "Lisa - Oh god - I love you!" And then it happened. I'm not totally sure what I did, but it was loud and I know I screamed. I squealed, "Lisa, OH FUCK - YES!" I was shaking with powerful waves and convulsions. The sensitivity of my clitoris had just multiplied, and her slippery hip bone felt like electricity. I'm not sure what happened, I was flooded with an intense rush. I screamed her name again, and I was overcome with a hot wave of passion. I was humping furiously. I felt like my whole body, my whole soul - EVERYTHING, just released in some giant wet gushing explosion. It lasted for what seemed an eternity. "Oh god- Oh god..." I stammered. Lisa held me so tight - and she rocked smooth and hard, as I convulsed in a heavenly climax. Then, as it subsided, Lisa lay there with closed eyes and in a dreamy way, she said, "Oh my god, that was so nice..." Her face was glowing, and she looked absolutely like an angel. I was so overcome with emotion, my first orgasm, all I could say was, "Lisa - I love you." "Yes, baby - YES..." I stammered, "Lisa - Lisa, I love you Lisa..." And I held her as she slept - my slippery angel. And I too fell asleep. A deep contented sleep.

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Title: LazzXion Of The Rebellion - Bumpy Beginnings by Lazz-meow Tags: Fear, Fox, M/M, Plan, Rebellion, Sex, Truck, Wolf, Yiff, box, delapidated, lazzxion, washinton, worry Several months ago, a genetic "Virus" came into being, causing people to become furs, however this cause anger, fear and frustration among a hand full fo the masses. Needless blood spilt by humans and fur's alike as forces cause mass slaughters. Now gainning the trust of a small rebellion task force, Luke die? What will be at the end for them? I am even unsure... --- "I'm Vidal" said the Y2 in a strong English accent that broke the 30 minutes of silence "I am Phoenix and my injured friend is knight" I cried out pompously "A pleasure Phoenix" Vidal said kindly "Please inform your men that his mask is not to be removed for any reason nor mine" I said calmly "Understood, sir" He said quite casually Vidal was a Leopard he was white with brown spots and dressed in a black jump suit. "Now I have a proposition for you and you men" I said netting my fingers together "What would that be?" the white leopard asked "That you serve under me and become a rebellion" I stated quite confidently "Your offer intrigues me" he said obviously pondering it over We sat whilst I waited for a answer, the overflow of silence was broken by the communicator "Phoenix We gotta problem" Nanaly said with a painful grunt. I jumped of the chair and ran up to the second floor the inside of the building more rotten then the outside, there was, Luke, thrashing about like a fish out of water. He had wrecked the somewhat make shift of a medical room beds and medical equipment broken some oozing out chemicals on the rotting wooden floor "Calm down" I said softly approaching his face "Ok?" Luke wondered as he knew the voice belonged to me "Nanaly, I need a private room to talk to knight in, now!"I harshly stated Nanaly lead us to a metal room usually used as a cell it had no doors no walls no cameras only a ventilation shaft at the top "Well, look who's finally awake" I said playfully taking off my mask and Luke's Luke simply wrapped his arms around my stomach and held me close the metal room dimly lit by a small lamp. "I told you, I'm not going to lose you" I Began to tear up as I said those words "I know you wouldn't let me get lost" he softly smiled with a bit of a giggle I placed my head on his shoulder and hugged him back crying as I did so the orange glow making us fell as if we had stepped in to a warm fuzzy world all our own... "No matter what, I'll always love you" I softly wisped into his ear "I know you will and so do I" he whispered back pressing his noise on to mine. "We better enrol in to a collage, first though or we can't have some fun" I said cutely "Whys that?" asked Luke "I've offered to become leader of this rebellion" I replied placing the mask back on my head "You did what!?" asked Luke putting his mask back on "You heard me, oh and your name is Knight, and the collage is so we can keep a low profile fist thing we need to get to Washington" I said remembering to tell him that. The metal door opened behind us and in came Vidal as a shadow "We have diced to make you our leader" he said walking in calmly "Good now gather your top fighters along with yourself and meet me outside in 3" I stated, grabbing my lover's wrist and dragging him outside Time went by slowly as the darkened building and the evil looking leafless trees seemed to hold so much misfortune just from the feeling of it. "So, Phoenix, what's the plan" asked Luke trying to look as serious as possible through the mask. "Get in to Washington, Gain access to a collage and work our was from the Safe Zone out" i said trying to sound sort of dramatic "But why collage again?"He asked "If we can get normal jobs and such we can slip past the raider Unnoticed" I said "But the only people hunting belong to chess's people" Luke replied "Were using this to draw him out, and anyway his name is a type of chess piece" I replied somewhat annoyed. Finally Vidal Emerged with Nanaly and 3 other furs and I discussed with them the plain of moving operations to Washington; it was difficult to make them understand at first, but explaining to them that if we stayed here we were wide open to receive a kill spree aimed at us. During the night everyone worked busily packing all the Stuff into rental trucks they had stolen. Luke and I found some stage clothes from some old play and put them on; I had a purple cape almost vampire cape like in appearance with a suit it blended with the mask quite well, while Luke had a cape But more like a knight's cape with a white Short sleeve button up top, with silver buttons to Finnish the look Standing on top of a truck with Luke beside me I gave the order as dawn began to break We had to hide due to the face we didn't show our faces but I was fine with that we got some time to ourselves. As Luke and I slid down the back of the truck and opened up the hatches to let us into the back of the truck we noticed all the sofas and beds piled in there, thusly closing the doors at that moment, we sat down on a sofa and took our masks off. The back of the truck was warm, so I decided to take off the cape and the suit. "God this stuff chafes" I complained as I was undoing Luke's cape "Lazzx stop it" He said playfully swatting my hand away "Aw, come on, I've been a good puppy, I just wanna reward" I cutely said placing my head on his chest "Good, you got us a rebellion!" he yelled as I made myself comfortable on his chest, undoing the top3 buttons as I did. "Well, I got us the beginning of a rebellion to get rid of the pawns and a way to Washington" I pleased as my case, my eyes looking Longley at his. "Ok but only cause I love you so much, I can forgive you" He spoke in a devilish tone as he undid the rest of his shirt buttons. I hopped on to his lap my tail wagging back and forth as if it were a pendulum as I licked his fur from the middle of his chest plate up to his mouth. I could feel his bulge underneath and got off of him to unzip his pants, his balls were heavy, I lapped up so of his salty pre from the tip of his flesh, I then worked my way slowly down his shaft, with the various moans and gasp that came with doing this to him, pre shooting like crazy, My own member was tenting my jeans. Luke felt like he was missing out picked me up and dropped me on my back on the sofa as he un buttoned and unzipped my pants pre spots formed on my boxers, I couldn't help but moan in lust as he licked my Tennis sized balls through my boxers "You're such a tease" I Smirked devilishly as he pulled down my boxers and discarded them to the floor of the truck "You know you love it" he said with a sort of lust in his eyes I just looked in to those eyes but even though it was only for a minute it felt like hours, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have him, to make sure he'd be mine forever. I hooked his arms with mine and held him in place his face turning from a shocked gasp to an evil smirk, my tailhole slowly descended on the hardened penis below and stopped as it touched the tip just to tease him a bit. "Please take me!" I begged bouncing my tailhole on the stone hard organ sending shivers up my spine. "As you wish, Master Phoenix" he said pretending that he was my sex slave as he pressed his Forehead on to mine rubbing his noise into mine. I slowly loosened my grip my body lowering pushing his Penis into my tailhole,I gasped at the size and how I had already taken 5 inches in to my body. A voice came over the communicator. "You'd better answer it" said luke "Oh you've gotta be kidding me" I wined pulling myself off the 5 inches, I felt empty I passed Luke's mask over to him and laded down on my stomach. "Hello?" I answered "Hey, Boss" Nanaly's voice came booming over the channel "How can we help you?" I asked turning on to my back "Well... Vidal and I can smell something coming from the back of the truck everything alright?!" she asked a concerned Sound in her voice. "Everything's fine, it's probably just us were sweating so much that we smell a bit, but will let you know if it becomes unbearable" Luke said as he pulled his mask back off "Ok, well... we'll be at the target point in a matter of 30 minutes" she then cut of her communicator --- Origonal story by ***drayne\_the\_wolf***

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Title: Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 07 Tags: crossdressing, lingerie, femdom, panties, queening, submission, bondage, lesbian, watersports, oral servitude I grabbed my clutch bag, Jo hers, and we had a little kiss session. "I could take you now, Mattie; I love you so much and I want to fuck your rigid." I laughed, "Mmmm, we will just have to wait until later." We left the suite and locked the door; I took the card-key and put it in my bag. We headed down for a celebratory drink and then we had a wonderful dinner in this Michelin-starred dining room, beautifully decorated with white linen, sparkling glasses and candle-lit. Both of us had the most amazing lobster main course and the desserts were sublime. We couldn't really misbehave here and our chat was focused more on family, but with a little imaginary scene-setting about what other diners would be engaging in later. We lingered at the table enjoying our wine, having chosen an excellent vintage Montrachet for the shellfish and a half bottle of a fine Premier Cru Bordeaux with some cheese. We had coffee and petit fours in the lounge in front of this lovely, huge log fire and nestled in to each other. Some half an hour on, I knew that I had to go and assemble Jo's final present and I should do it now as I was getting quite excited myself at the thought of the love making to come this evening. I indicated to Jo, "Honey, I just need to go to the Ladies and I might have something special to do upstairs, if you know what I mean." "Have you been naughty in getting me another present; I really just want you." "Maybe, honey, maybe that is coming." I got up from the sofa and smiled at her. "I might be fifteen or twenty minutes, so could you be so kind and get a port for me perhaps and you could have another glass of Armagnac, if you wish." "Ok. Love you. Don't get lost up there." "Love you." I left the room gracefully and then shot upstairs. Down the corridor to the end and I tapped on the so-called empty bedroom door and went into our Suite to the inter-joining door. I opened my side and I heard the door on the other side being undone. I slid the key into the main part of the door and opened it and there was Louise standing there. She looked magnificent and I moved to her took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded and our kiss was long and lingering. "Not me now, Louise, Joanna is downstairs." Louise had travelled down to Malmesbury late afternoon and I had also booked her into the spa and for a nails manicure, hair and make-up following me, and when I knew Joanna would be clear of the spa. She had quietly eaten in the room and then prepared herself for tonight to my suggestions and with the help of the assistants that I had used earlier. "Goodness me, we look alike." Our hair, make-up and lipstick were done similarly and our nails were Frenched in a similar manner. The only real difference between us dress-wise, apart from jewellery, was that Louise was standing there without a dress, otherwise her corset, panties, stockings and shoes were the same as mine. She looked divine with the tassels of her corset, a different size of course, hanging down her bottom. "Let's get you ready, shall we?" "Yes, I am so excited and rather nervous." "I understand; Joanna looks stunning by the way, and has absolutely no idea of this." We pulled the doors back so the Suite was really two bedrooms now. Louise came through and saw the equipment. "Wow, look at these" as she saw the Tower and the Stool. Next to the Tower I had strategically placed one of our wedges and Jo's favourite harness and the new double cock with seven inches by five of cock on each side of the harness. This one had the little rubber squeezy to let some fluid go into each pussy. "Yes, you will become acquainted with those shortly, I am sure. The toilet seat is in the bathroom." Louise went and had a look as I pulled out Joanna's other present. I went to move the Tower to the darker corner as one put the halogen spot lighting on, so that Joanna's eyes would gravitate to her new piece of equipment. Louise came back and helped me and then we quickly assembled the present, a Stockade. This was an H bar on the floor and the victim gets on all fours. Ankles and wrists are secured to soft cuffs off the short bars at either end. At one end there was a short adjustable vertical pole and off this there was a padded steel collar to lock home the victim's head so the victim would be completely immobilised. The long bar could be adjusted for length to allow for different sized 'prisoners'. On the other bar, where the ankles were cuffed, at the intersection with the bar parallel to the body there was a taller vertical pole to screw in to the base. This rod then had an adjustable long pole off it and the fitting allowed it to be moved in and out, up or down or at an angle. And it could also be rotated. At one end of the arm there was a fitting that would allow any vibrator or dildo to be fitted; the arm could be put up against a male or female orifice and inserted and there was nothing that 'the victim' could do. It only took a couple of minutes to assemble it and I laid out two or three of our vibrators including a new rotating one and my favourite heavy chrome vibe. I also left a crop and a paddle next to it. "Oooh, I could ride that now, Mattie." "No, let's tackle you now and onto the Tower, please Louise" Louise moved into position and I secured her neck and then her waist into position with the collars. I followed this by getting her to remove her panties, leaving them on the base plate of the Tower. I secured her ankles, forcing her legs apart and opening up her mons. I knew she was wet and could readily smell her sex. It took a lot of self-restraint not to immediately pleasure her on the spot. I went to the bathroom and recovered Joanna's black Hanro briefs that she had been wearing all day, and another pair I had been saving in a ziplock. I came back to Louise with them and, on the way over, went into my bag and grabbed an old stocking and a new ball gag. "I want you to meditate on Joanna's scent; this is what she does to me, as you know." "Ok" "Have you bought your white lacy panties that you have been wearing since our trip to Oxford?" "Yes, Mattie, they are ready for you in a ziplock in the right bedside drawer in the bedroom. They are in an awful state and I am sorry, I have cum twice this afternoon and evening in them, just on the excitement of all of this. I have never felt so horny." "Thank you, my sweetie" I kissed her and then took the ziplock pair of Jo's used panties. I flipped them inside out and pushed them home into her mouth. I followed this by taking Jo's 'todays' briefs and did to Louise what Jo frequently liked to do to me, securing the gusset over her nose and then tightening it with the stocking behind her so that her heavily made-up eyes looked out of the brief's leg holes. I stood back and looked at my work; Joanna would love this. I heard Louise's sigh and move against the gag as Joanna's scent enveloped her senses. "Enjoy her and think about her, Louise, what she will be doing to you shortly." I heard another sigh of pleasure. I wasn't finished though. Having heard about Louise's likes and also been privy to seeing her pierced pussy, I had been naughty in the sex shop in Oxford. I went back to the bag and came back with two small boxes. I placed them on the floor and stood up and pulled Louise's bra cups on her corset a bit so as to reveal her lovely brown, pert nipples. I pushed my head forward and gave them a little suck and a tweak with my forefinger and thumb so as to make them stand up and I rubbed a little cream in, so as to assist the process about to be undertaken. I reached into the box and pulled out two nipple suction cups cum bottles, hooked them on to the pipe up to the squeeze pump and placed them over her aureole areas. I used the bulb to suck out the air and clamped off the tubes. Already, her nipples were protruding into their little jars. I liked the sight. I could hear Joanna moaning through her muffle. From the second box, I got on my knees and approached her pussy. It looked great with its new French landing strip. I ran my finger up and down it twice, pushing her labia out and then focused on her clit. Louise was more than nice and wet now. I went into the box and pulled out three weights on hooks and hung the smallest one off her clitoral ring and the other heavier two off each labial ring. I could hear her trying to fight this for her comfort. I quickly ran my tongue up and down and she tasted delicious. Back into the box again and I pulled out a thin ivory ribbon and thread it through her two labial rings and then through the clitoral ring and tied it off. On one ribbon, I had fixed a small present tag card saying, "Happy Birthday, Jo, with love from Mattie xxxx. Use Louise how you ever wish tonight." I got up, looked at my work, gave Louise a kiss on her briefed and gagged lips, and then went to the bathroom just to ensure there was no 'Louise scent' on me. I adjusted the lighting down on the bed lamps, turned up the spots over the Stockade, and turned down the lighting over Louise's corner as well as her room. I closed the door and headed downstairs, leaving Louise to contemplate and get ready for Joanna's attention. Back to the lounge and Jo had my port ready. "Thanks for waiting, honey." I took a sip. "Ok, everything alright?" "Yes, a good pee and I just needed to ensure everything was perfect for you." "Well give me a kiss then." I leant forward and gave her a slow kiss; no one else was in the area we were sitting in. She took a sip of Armagnac. I nestled into her and whispered, "I love you and want to feel you in me." "Mmmmm, my gorgeous thing, guess I can't tease those nipples of yours, yet." "No, not yet, don't know if you can use nipple cups on them soon." "And your bottom is still tender, guess I can't invade that. Looks like more aromatherapy and anal torture for you tonight, Mattie." These sweet nothings continued on for half an hour, getting all that more risqué as we built our excitement. And in the back of my mind, I knew Louise would be desperate for attaining relief. We got up and headed upstairs, having grabbed a bottle of champagne. Down the corridor and outside the door, Jo was all over me wanting to kiss me and feel my stockings and garters. I let Jo open the door with they key. She stepped in and saw the Stockade in front of her. "Wow, your love channel is going to be seriously taken tonight and I need to give some attention to your bottom, Mattie. Than you, it's fantastic" She walked around the frame to inspect it and saw the rotating vibrator. As she got up from looking at the vibrator, the sight of the Tower hit her square on. "Oh, myyyy Godddd, what on earth do we have here." Her eyes were on stalks and she went scurrying across the suite and up to Louise. "Is this you, Louise?" She saw the card hanging on the end of Louise's ribbon chastity and just below the pussy weights. Louise was really hot and I could see cum on the stand base between her splayed legs. "I just don't believe this, you two. It's incredible. God, I want you both!" She went around the Tower and inspected my work, feeling Louise's corset. "Gosh look at your nipples, and I just love those weights." She felt down between Louise's bottom and explored her anus. "You are so wet, Louise." Meanwhile, I had slipped out of my dress and stood there in my corset. "God, Mattie, you two are identically dressed and your eye make-up is the same. What have you two been up to?" "It's your birthday, honey, Happy Birthday with love from us two." "Well Mattie, what am I going to do? I am speechless." "Jo, all I know is that Louise needs some relief from you. Look at her pussy and how it is dripping cum." "I presume she can take some pain?" Yes, she is ok with all that we do, and some more." Jo pulled herself together. "Ok, Mattie, I want you on the Stockade, facing me and Louise. You will be fucked as I start to take her virginity with us." "Just a moment, Jo." I slipped into the room Louise had been in and brought out the bag with her white lacy heavily stained panties in. "What do we have here then?" Jo took the panties out of the bag and held them up and looked at them. "They are so heavy, how long has Louise been wearing these." "Since Wednesday morning, Jo." "You two are so naughty. Have you been making love then?" "No Jo, she is for you so I haven't, even though I can say that I have been sorely tempted." "I may share her with you; or rather you will please us. After all, she is my present from you." Jo quickly secured me into position, turning the Stockade towards the Tower. She had me remove my panties before my ankles were cuffed. I felt the rotating vibrator approach my anus and soon it was home, gently vibrating away. Jo took the panties and put them over my head and used the other old stocking to secure the gusset into me. The aroma was very, very heavy and Louise was all over me in my brain. Jo went over to the Tower to focus on Louise. Firstly, she upped the suction on her nipples, watching the effect take place. She then knelt down and undid the ribbon. She muttered, "So nice and thoughtfully presented to me." She ran her finger up and down Louise's love valley, playing with the rings and bouncing the weights. She then smelt and tasted her work before nuzzling into Louise's pussy to give her Louise the first experience of her tongue. I could see Louise trying to push onto Jo's excited tongue. After five minutes of intense oral stimulation and Louise trying to release, Jo pulled back. She got up and adjusted the nipples once more; now Louise's nipples were engorged by an inch or so, and her aureoles were swollen into the cups, their ducts standing out. Jo firstly took one of our chrome anal plugs and inserted that into Louise; then she grabbed her crop which I had left near the Tower. I saw her crack the crop onto Louise's bottom three times on each cheek. Jo came around the front of Louise and started to tease her breasts around her cups with the crop end, gently smacking the breast and then a short sharp smack. This had Louise really squirming. Louise kept this up and then decided to alternate her action by running the crop tip up and down Louise's pussy. Louise was all but coming now. Jo now released Louise from her weights and nipple clamps, followed by taking her off the Tower, but not removing her used briefs and her gags. She helped her over to the wedge and pushed her down on it, bottom up presented for a doggy entry. She stood in front of Louise and slowly removed her briefs and put the harness on, inserting her end of the cock into her wet pussy, showing Louise her love channel in detail for the first time. Jo came behind her and mounted Louise; she was so wet that she took the cock easily into her and Jo started her love fucking. Within a minute, Louise erupted from all the build-up of sexual tension and excitement, her body involuntarily spasming as her orgasm took over. Her heavy, creamy, cum came squirting out around the cock and her body was totally shaking with the intensity of what was coming over her. I wanted to taste it. Jo followed her in quest of a strong orgasm more driven from how her new girlfriend was responding to her. Jo hit her climax a few seconds later and released the cock fluid into both of them, and then stayed in Louise as she continued to orgasm against the hard cock and all the previous two hours thoughts and experiences; in fact, it was seventy two hours of build up that was being released. I was so hot on Louise's aroma and the sight I had just witnessed and I felt my sexual excitement really building.

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Title: Freedom and the Widow Ch. 15 Tags: femdom, cuckoldry, cream-pie, interracial, humiliation, fellatio, submission, masturbation, oral, anal In the hot morning sun beside the pool, Eric was put to good use by his mistress. As she, Wanda and Cherie basked naked, Eric was pleased to be of service to the three women; he was told to remain naked too and the women enjoyed noting his unhidden excitement as he oiled their shimmering bodies in the warmth of the sun. The women took great delight in allowing him to rub oil into their most intimate places, ensuring he made sure their nipples, pussies and assholes were liberally covered. They took great pleasure in noting his cock stiffen and bob as he was allowed to massage the slippery oil into their folds and puckers. He knelt down on a central pad in the shade, waiting their next command for drinks or a further oiling; the maids sauntered past, grinning and naked too, as they took a leisurely dip in the pool. The female members of the staff household loved it when male slaves came with the guests; they were encouraged to flaunt their temporary liberation from some of their more mundane duties, and ensure the males who attended were fully aware of it. This sublime humbling added to the male's sense of humility and submission; this was not lost on Eric as the maids ordered him to provide drinks for them; his balls tingled with submissive pleasure as he noted one of the maids was the one who had caned and owned LeClerc with such satisfaction. He had just returned to his place in the shade when Lola and Nanette arrived in her taxi. This was her last trip, having been up most of the early hours; an oiling from a slave would be perfect. The women greeted the two as they both stripped naked and asked Victoria if they could use her slave. "Why of course! He needs to be kept busy today; I know he's excited about seeing Marcel service me tonight, he must learn that he is permanently in service to womanhood from now on." The woman laughed as they thought of Marcel's most prominent feature with more than an element of lust. Lola looked sternly at Eric and clicked her fingers; his cock was now rigid as he began the task of oiling the beautifully olive skinned Lola, her supple and curvaceous body no stranger to the Mediterranean sun. She smiled with satisfaction as he carefully rubbed oil into her globular breasts, her nipples poking out excitedly as she was tended by an obviously submissive male; the wickedly dominant ruler of the household servants would ensure Victoria's male knew humility. "You make sure to lick my pussy and asshole before oiling down there; I've had a long night and need refreshing." The other women and the nearby maids sniggered and watched with interest as he oiled down to her torso; she then lifted her legs and presented him with her sweetly perspiring cunt and asshole, both giving aromatic clues to the various excitements she had experienced during the small hours at the club. Eric's balls tingled and pulsed with pleasure as he took in the delightful scent and taste of the golden-brown pussy; its inner pink flaps deliciously savoury with womanly essences. Lola was ready for a humiliating treat. "I saw Marcel last night; he is so looking forward to fucking your mistress." She looked to Victoria who grinned and nodded her approval. "You know we're going to film the whole performance so's all of us can enjoy the fun; I can't wait to see you suck his cock clean, I know the maids are looking forward to it; they don't often get the chance to see a real man's cock, they'll be so jealous of you when you have the pleasure of licking him clean." The women sniggered with satisfaction; even before the event, Eric was to be shown no mercy. His cock pulsed with a strange mixed sensation; he wanted it over and done with so he could watch the event with the humiliating taunts of the maids; he knew his mistress was looking forward to the actual event. Lola's freshly cleaned pussy bulged with satisfaction as Eric now sampled the savoury tang of her richly perfumed anus; his tongue eagerly probing the warmth of the dominant female's asshole. The bronzed and assertive woman took the opportunity to taunt him as the other women and maids watched him service her asshole. "I know you're looking forward to sucking his cock for him when he's done, you must consider it a real privilege as all the ladies here would love the chance to do that." Eric's balls tingled and the women laughed at his pending predicament as he thought of the task; it was going to be a strange and very humiliating experience, but he knew the act would reinforce Victoria's sense of dominance over him and would further prove he was willing to do anything to please her. Her asshole nicely refreshed, Lola lay back and allowed Eric to finish oiling her legs and most intimate places. He was happy to perform the same duties for Nanette as the women chatted openly with Victoria about her being pleasured by a real man that evening; Eric was made to feel completely insignificant as he obliged the ladies with their mundane desires by the pool. Victoria seemed to sense that perhaps this was all a little too strong for the male who had become her slave only recently, and ushered him over to share a drink with her; Eric was getting very hot, not being so well acquainted with the sun as were the French women, and she was anxious that he would be fit for the evening. Eric gratefully sipped the fruit cocktail as his mistress gave him a warm smile of encouragement, which did not help him conceal the excitement which had built up when he'd performed his earlier tasks; he bulged and tingled as he viewed Victoria's ample breasts and thighs as the oil shimmered on her delicious naked physique. She noted his excitement and adjusted her thighs, allowing him a glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy. She put her index finger under his chin and whispered to him as the other women dozed in the sun. You must be obedient and do as I say at all times; you know I find you special, which is why I've chosen you, but you must be made to know your place at every opportunity. I am finding my adventure with you most exhilarating, and I know you are getting a deep satisfaction from being owned by me too. What you do for me this evening will be very rewarding for me and I promise you will not regret it; it's beautiful here in the sun, but the real adventure will begin when I get you home, which reminds me; you will accompany me to the leather boutique before we leave, I shall buy some exquisite accessories for you." She leaned forward and gave him a warm and sensual kiss with her sweet red lips, making his cock achieve its maximum length; she giggled and sprayed some oil on it and massaged it in, leaving him very close to orgasm. He could not help but look disappointed when she ceased without allowing him to shoot; she smiled wickedly at him. "Not now; don't worry, you will shoot your cream in abundance tonight, I guarantee it." As evening fell, Eric was taken leashed to the bedroom and made to kneel naked by the bed as his mistress prepared for the visit of the stud. After applying a sweet smelling scent to her neck and torso, she sat at the edge of the bed and had Eric suck her toes whilst she told him how worthless he was, and how much she would enjoy having him watch while she was rigorously fucked by a real man. As the hour approached she was nicely aroused indeed, and Eric was erect and dribbling, having been verbally humiliated continually by his mistress; this would pale into insignificance in comparison to the humiliation he would face shortly. With the bedroom door slightly ajar, Victoria's pussy tingled as the doorbell rang. Dressed in just a full length black chiffon shawl which hid no part of her delicious body, she turned to Eric and gave him a stern sneer before disappearing down the stairs to greet Marcel. Eric's cock pulsed as the minutes passed while he heard the murmurings downstairs of Cherie, his mistress and a deep voiced male, obviously exchanging greetings and niceties. His cock remained rigid, but pulsed equally as much in fear as anticipation as he heard footsteps ascending the stairs. A sneering Victoria appeared, leading a black male of about six feet four inches, who sniggered with contempt as he saw Eric kneeling obediently for his mistress like a pet dog. They stood close to the kneeling submissive as Victoria took great delight in first discarding her shawl and flaunting her naked body; her grey middle-class origins disappeared forever as she undid Marcel's lower garments and gasped with a satisfied smile at his huge cock, which stiffened admirably as he viewed the elegant and mature white woman he would now fuck. Victoria smiled down at Eric as she applied both hands to manipulate the huge black member with its glossy brown bell-end at least twice the size of Eric's. Marcel sighed with lust as the delectable widow gracefully bent and sniffed at his bell-end before teasing it with her tongue, making its whole length bob excitedly. She turned to Eric with a wicked smile; her dominant streak now in full flow. "Just look at the size of this beautiful cock Eric, I am so going to enjoy having Marcel fuck me." She lovingly stretched her mouth about the generous organ and sucked with her eyes closed, making Marcel groan with pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked at the pathetic countenance of Eric as she slid her mouth clear of his bell-end; a globule of pre-cum stringing from his black cock to her lips as she did so. "Come Marcel; I want that cock deep in my cunt now. We're both going to have glorious orgasms and then we'll have Eric clean up." Eric was humbled beyond belief as he watched his smiling mistress lay back and spread the juicy cunt he so worshipped and had shaved smooth for her. Marcel wasted no time; foreplay was not necessary, just the size of his cock had excited her cunt to dribbling arousal. She pulled her legs back and smiled down at Eric with a look of utter contempt for him, and complete satisfaction with herself. She had made sure he was in a position to get the best display as her juicy cunt was eclipsed by the huge black pole of a cock which Marcel squeezed into her tight mature slit, stretching it to near splitting and making her moan with absolute ecstasy. He felt totally inadequate as he watched Marcel's black balls slap at the milky white ass of his mistress, then slowly retract as he got closer to excitement peaked. Victoria's asshole clenched and dilated teasingly as her clitoris was perpetually pleasured by the huge girth of the sliding black pole. Eric's cock dribbled with jealous and submissive excitement as he heard his mistress sing out in sweet ecstasy as she indulged in the raw and carnal pleasure of the huge pumping cock. Eric wanted to masturbate now, as white streaks appeared down the length of Marcel's cock as it slid back and forth relentlessly; he was beginning to come. He grunted and moaned as Victoria lifted her legs high and stared at Eric with her mouth agape, wailing as wave after wave of acute ecstasy pulsed through her body. Marcel pumped with fury as he groaned as though he'd been stabbed; such was the pleasure he basked in as he unleashed his balls and spunked for all his worth into Eric's mistress. After the two had grappled and convulsed in heaven for another minute or so, Marcel pulled his massive cock clear, and worked it with his hand as he pulled just clear of Victoria's messy cunt. He grunted some more as he shot the remainder of his load down her juicy slit and around her excited asshole. Victoria, smiling and panting, lifted herself up and sneered at Eric. "Get over here right now and suck Marcel clean!" Eric scuttled over with his cock erect and stiff; the two laughing at its puny size, diminutive compared to the pole he would now be forced to lick clean. Marcel knelt on the bed with his still erect pole, jutting out; slippery and cum covered. Ric faltered just for a moment. Victoria laughed and commanded once more. "You get that cock in your mouth now!" Eric clenched the massive prick halfway down, and closed his eyes as he slid his lips over the huge bell-end and sucked at the salty, slimy taste. Marcel grunted as he pulsed a little more cum from his vast cock, just for Eric's pleasure, Eric swallowed automatically as the warm semen dribbled to the back of his throat. Victoria was now in her element and her pussy was already buzzing again with fresh dominant enthusiasm; she had not realised just how much she would enjoy this subliminal act of submission. "You open your eyes right now or I shall thrash you in front of Marcel too! I want you to look at what you're doing and know that it is your place in life and it is I who has brought you down to this." Eric's cock stiffened to full rigidity at his mistress's words; he was also ashamed. As he looked down the length of the huge cock and balls, he sucked on the warmth of the cock and realised he was enjoying this supreme act of submission; it made him want to come. When Victoria and Marcel had decided the cock was clean enough, he was then set to cleaning his mistress; this he did with absolute relish; she held his head deep as he lapped at the salty morsels left by the huge cock. His own cock was fit to burst as Victoria and Marcel laughed at him as he licked her asshole clear of the blobs of hot cream. Eric looked pleadingly up at her and she pointed to her feet. "You'll mess on my feet and lick it up. Tomorrow you shall have the cane again for hesitating earlier." Eric was in submissive heaven as he gratefully stroked his cock whilst Victoria and Marcel looked on. Marcel laughed heartily as Eric grunted in ecstasy and shot his meagre offering across his mistress's feet and ankles. She smiled with supreme satisfaction as he lovingly licked her feet clean of his own mess. He was made to thank Marcel for fucking his mistress before the owner of the huge cock left, spent and contented.

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Title: Demonslayer chapter 2: the evil rises by Blue Krobath Tags: Action, Adventure, Bad Language, Demon Chapter 2 The next morning Blue wakes up. He walks to the lab and eeps when he sees a sad Morningstar sitting with a cup of coffee. "What's the matter father?" asks the blue fox as he sits down next to is sad father. He wipes away a tear and looks to Blue. "Your mother was killed. and there is nothing we can do, except begin your training as soon as possible... You must avenge your mother's murder." Suddenly, Blue felt an emptiness within his soul, a sadness that cold never be cured. A creeping sorrow began to haunt him wherever he went. It slowly ate at his insides. Walking around, he finds a ball of black metal from where the demon attacked his mother. Taking a forging hammer, Blue runs into the weapons development room and hammers at it until it is flat and thick with a diamond blade at the top and thins out into an ordinary blade at the hilt. Morningstar comes in and watches in amazement. "What's all this about?" "The blackness represents the darkness of the world, and the hole I am cutting into the middle stands for the void in my soul." Blue looks down at the ebony blade. "I shall call this....the Nighteblade" Then, without warning, Tyrel reappeared. "So you must be the new creation! I'm going to destroy you now, before you become as powerful as me, kid. Blue grabs the Niteblade off the counter and swings at Tyrel, breaking a horn off his head. Tyrel bellows out in pain. "You will pay for that!" Blue spin jumps in the air and kicks Tyrel in the back of the head, knocking him over and sliding across the floor. "Get your ass up before i knock it out," Blue shouts as Tyrel staggers to his feet. Tyrel picks up Blue and flings him by his tail, smashing him into a wall. Blue falls out of the wall frustrated. He takes a pentagram and flings it like a star toward the demon dragon it cuts him, but barely. As the fox' anger grows, he yells "demonichosis!" and transforms into a super-demon. his eyes change from blue to red. His blue fur became a dark black. His once delicate hands become massive wicked claws. His athletic feet became deadly talons. Fangs grow out the sides of his muzzle as his voice deepens into a low, evil tone. "Now, lets see how you fare against your own power, Demon!" As demon wings sprout from his back, he drops the Niteblade and darts toward Tyrel, grabbing his arms and holding the big dragon down until he is knocked off of him. Tyrel disappears laughing "Farewell young demon. I hope you get stronger by the next time we meet! Mwahahahahahahaha!" Blue changes back to his original self and looks to Morningstar shaking and scared. "Just who in the blue bloody blazes was THAT!!!?" Morningstar gets back on his feet and points to where the dragon was. "That... is your enemy... His name is Tyrel, and he is the one who murdered your mother and destroyed our lives! You are all that remain because of him. I have no other option but to leave you in the care of my best scientist and send you to live on earth. Stop Tyrel and save the Earth! It is our only chance to survive. 2 weeks later Within two weeks, blue had forgotten the attack and forgotten his family. His power, however, was another matter entirely. Blue awakens to a beautiful orange sunrise pouring in through his bedroom window. He crawls out of bed and walks into the kitchen and sees a note saying the scientist had to leave and he was on his own from now on. Blue nods and takes a shower before grabbing his backpack and the Niteblade so he could run to his first day of school. When he got to the main doors an explosion rocks the campus. Blue's demon wings unfold and he grabs his Niteblade, jumping up onto the roof of the school as chaos and screams break out. A brown wolf girl named Yanny, who wore a brown sweater and pink dress watches in awe at the athletic blue fox as he jumps over her head. Blue sees a gigantic gargoyle and decides that the reptilian creature must have been the source of the explosion. He took a slashed his sword sideways at the gargoyle, but the gargoyle blocked. He swung Niteblade at another angle, but the gargoyle blocked again. Blue then starts a flurry of sword slashes, each one ending in a clink, cut short by the gargoyle's claws. After a second barrage of lunges, the gargoyle knocked it out of Blue's paws, the sword slicing into the ground, sticking up just in front of Yanny. The female wolf hugs the sword tight, eyes glittering as she watches her hero fight the gargoyle. After a hard punch, Blue is left hanging onto the roof by one claw. Suddenly, claws start to grow out of his hands, talons grow out of his feet, and his fur darkens. "DEMONICHOSIS!" His eyes became a blood red as fangs once more grew out his muzzle. Everyone watching gasped in fear and horror as they see the battle between the two beasts unfold. "IM GONNA TEAR YOU APART!" yells Blue in a gruff deep demon voice. He flies up and all over clawing the gargoyle up into a million pieces. The entrails of the gargoyle fall to the ground, landing with a sick splat of bloody organs. Blue changes back to normal and opens his wings. He grins as he runs down the side of the tall building and lands on the ground after a successful triple flip. He slides up to a standing position from his one-foot and knee kneeling position that he took when he landed. Three foxes run to Blue. A yellow one with black tipped ears and a whip-sword, a red fox with a mean look in his eyes with two katanas on his back, and a green fox with a blue bunnyhug and faded black jeans. The yellow one was the first to spek. "where did you learn to fight like that?" Blue puts his hands behind his head. "I don't know... It happened when i got angry at a demon." "I'm Lex by the way." She batted her eyelashes at him. The green foxwas the next to speak. "Hi. I'm Grant, the team mechanic." The red stepped forward next, sticking his muzzle in the air. "Why bother with him? Who are you, demon boy?" Blue points at the red fox. "Just who are you callin demon? I just saved your school, not to mention your scrawny ass and I didn't even get a single "thank you." Who the hell do you think you are and why are you armed?" Lex puts away her whip and bows. "We are the Demonhunter Society and we were going to stop the demon that attacked, but it seems you got everything handled." An orange beaver with a blue tail walks up to them and Grant introduces him. "This is Rex, our weapons mechanic. He makes our weapons while I maintain the." Blue nods and puts the Niteblade away. He and opens his wings and hovers. "I think we should go home and decide what we are gonna do. If we are to stop whatever that THING was from bringing more in." The red fox stayed behind when his cell phone rang. "Hello?" The voice was gruff but not deep. "It's me. Did the gargoyle destroy the school?" The red fox shook his head. "No, he was a total failure. Shall we go to Plan B?" The voice yells "WHAT? What destoyed it?" The red fox replied "A blue fox with a black sword, sir. Is he a threat?" The voice yells out in frustration. "YES HE IS A THREAT! I THOUGHT I TOOK CARE OF THAT LITTLE BRAT THREE WEEKS AGO!" The voice sighs and stops yelling. "Keep a close eye on him and fill me in. Remember Exishio, I kept up my end of the bargain; you make damn sure you hold up yours. Click." With a shaking hand, he puts the cell phone away and walks to Blue's house to join the others, praying he won't fail his master again. Blue opens up a map in his basement. "Since that thing attacked the school," he points to the school on the map, "we have to clear out the entire school campus if we are to stop these things from overrunning the town. Are we raedy?" they put their hands in the middle and clap them. "READY!"

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Title: '57' Ch. 04 Tags: bdsm, lesbian sex *This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not real, although some of the characters have been loosely patterned after people I know or know of. I've chosen to list this story in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. The reasons for this will become more apparent in later chapters. There will be a substantial amount of BDSM in the story however; just a friendly warning, in case that's not your thing. I want to thank a former submissive of mine (who wishes to remain anonymous) for her contributions to writing this story. Her insights and feedback have been invaluable to me as is her continued friendship. A good portion of the dialog of this series was originally written as a role-play between my friend and me, thus the back and forth narrative nature and dual points of view of many parts of the story. I apologize for the long delay between this chapter and the last. Unfortunately, real life issues interfere at times.* \------------------------------------------------------ 57 waited nervously outside her trainer's office. She'd slept fitfully all night long and had awoken an hour earlier than she'd needed to. In an attempt to dissipate some of her nervous energy, she'd spent that extra hour cleaning the bathroom and shower area and organizing her meager collection of clothing and possessions; basically anything to keep her mind off her guilt over her failure and trepidation over her coming punishment. Standing outside the door now, she simply wished to get it over with, because the wait was killing her. With that thought, she finally summoned up the courage to knock on Master Evan's door. Hearing the knock, Evan said loudly, "Come in 57." 57 pushed open the door and entered. Not really knowing what she should do, she remembered what she'd been told the day before and mounted the dais in front of her trainer's desk and assumed the attention position. Evan leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head and considered his nervous trainee. "So, have you had sufficient time to contemplate your behavior yesterday?" he asked. "Yes, Trainer," she answered softly. She couldn't help the tremor that made her voice quiver as she spoke. She wanted to fidget, felt the need to move and pace, but instead kept her herself still by sheer force of will. "So tell me what conclusions you've come to, and what lessons you've learned from what happened yesterday." 57 took a deep breath trying to relax but she found the tension was unwilling to leave her body. "First off, I can't let my personal feelings come in to play...secondly, and I'm not sure if this is more important than the last but, I can't handle it when you are upset with me," she trailed off as the lump in her throat grew too large to talk past. The tears that had been growing in her exhausted eyes finally spilled over the rims and splashed onto her cheeks. "Then perhaps that will give you incentive in the future not to do things that make me upset, 57," Evan told her, "Truth be told, I don't enjoy being upset with you either, but what happened, happened. Now we have to deal with it. Do you agree with me that punishment is warranted for your behavior?" "Yes, Trainer," was all that she could get out. 57 was working hard to keep a tight rein on her emotions and not simply break down in front of him and beg for his forgiveness. Evan pushed his chair back from his desk and stood, "OK, then come with me and we'll get this done." He then exited his office with 57 trailing obediently behind him. Heading toward the back of the house, they soon arrived at a door 57 hadn't seen before. Evan opened it and she saw that it led outside. She took a deep breath of the fresh air. Other than the short trip from the vehicle she'd arrived in to the front door of the training facility, she'd not been outdoors at all and found she missed it. It also made her curious as to what her punishment would be and why they had to leave the building to do it. She observed that there were several outbuildings arrayed around the back of the main house and Evan headed toward the closest. It appeared to be a barn or stable of some sort. She could smell the animal odor coming from it as they approached, but having little experience with farms, or the country life in general, she wasn't quite sure what type of animals were housed there. Evan slid open a large wooden door and led her into the cooler darkness of the building. After her eyes adjusted to the dimmer surroundings, 57 was able to see that the building was actually a stable for horses. One was being led out of the back entrance into a corral as she arrived and there were two more waiting patiently in stalls who turned their incurious eyes to the new arrivals. There were two stable-hands in view, and they also turned to observe Master Evan and 57 with more interest. Evan led her to the back of the stable and said, "I'm sure you're curious as to why I've brought you here, 57." "Ummm, well y-yes, Trainer...I am curious on one hand; and nervous on the other," She looked around, slightly intimidated by her unfamiliar surroundings. "I'm sure you expected that your punishment would have some sexual element to it but, as you know, punishments should be unpleasant. I've found that there are few things more unpleasant than shoveling shit, so that's what you'll be doing this morning, 57. There are three stalls here for the horses that need cleaned out and that is to be your task. It seems appropriate to me in a way, since when you promised me that you would curb your defiant behavior you were evidently shoveling shit too," Evan pointed to some rubber boots and leather gloves on a shelf and said, "go and put those on." 57 stepped over to the shelf, first grabbing the gloves and slipping them on. Her trembling fingers made it difficult, but she finally managed and, with a quiet sigh, reached for the boots and slipped them on as well. "Oh, and one other thing..." Evan said as he held up an object for her inspection, "Do you know what this is?" "Yes, Trainer. I know what it is." as she looked at the object in his hand her face flamed in acute embarrassment but for some reason she couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from it. "And what would that be, 57?" Evan prompted, "You remember I said we'd be working on verbalization." 57 nodded though she had to struggle slightly to form the words. She took a deep breath, her face as red as a beet, as she finally stuttered out, "Um, it's a b-butt plug Trainer." "Good girl," Evan said, "and since you know what it is, I'm sure that you realize what's going to happen next. You'll remember that there were actually two infractions that this punishment is meant to deal with. The shoveling will take care of one and *this*..." he wiggled the plug in his hand, "is to correct you for the other." "Panties down to your knees, then bend over and grab your ankles, slave," Evan ordered her. 57 quickly complied with his orders, since she'd promised herself to do her best to take her punishment without complaint. Her new body showed off its flexibility, and she was able to assume the position he'd ordered with no difficulty, despite the fact that her restless night of tossing and turning had left her a bit stiff. "I realize we haven't talked much about protocol 57, but from this point forward when I give you an order I will expect verbal acknowledgment unless your mouth is otherwise occupied. Understood?" "Yes Trainer, I will remember," she responded. Evan motioned to the two farm-hands and said, "Would you two care to assist me?" They exchanged a glance with each other before approaching to stand on either side of 57's bent-over form. 57 felt her nerves start to kick in and she began to tremble a bit. Anal play was another area that Lindsey had been taught was taboo. She had no experience with it and didn't really know what to expect. Evan handed the clear glass plug to one of the men and told the other to place his hands on his trainee's ass to spread her cheeks. The man holding the butt plug smeared a bit of the lube that Evan provided on the toy and the then handed the tube to the other man. That one then squirted a bit on her anal pucker and rubbed it in. The feel of the man touching her backdoor made 57 take in a sharp breath and shiver visibly. The first stable-hand placed the cold plug against 57's tensed butt hole and pushed gently but it didn't want to go in. "Relax 57," Evan told her, "Just breath and relax." "I'm trying, Trainer," 57 half-whispered as she felt the man continue to try to push it inside of her. She took several deep breaths, willing her muscles to relax and accept the object into her body. A tortured groan escaped her lips as she felt the stable hand press harder, the tight ring of muscles started to stretch but still resisted the cold, glass invader. "I think you need a bit of loosening first, girl," the man who'd been pushing the plug said. Glancing at Evan for approval, he then worked the tip of a finger into her sphincter. 57 had breathed a soft sigh of relief when the stable hand had pulled the plug from her asshole, but really hadn't taken his words into consideration or even heard them for that matter. So it was a surprise when she felt the man's work-roughened finger sliding into her ass. She gasped softly and held her breath, waiting for pain but pleasantly relieved when none came. The man wiggled his finger and it slowly slipped deeper into 57, finally getting the whole length of it inside of her. After giving her a second, he slowly withdrew it until only the tip was in, and then pushed it inside once more. 57 was glad that her head was down around her knees, so could hide her red-hot face. She knew she had no choice of whether or not she accepted this treatment, and she knew she didn't have a choice of what was put inside of her, but all-in-all she would much rather Master Evan do this work. She sighed quietly as melancholy drifted over her. She was reminded yet again, the whole reason for this was punishment. She had messed up; yet again, which only made her wonder why the Corp wanted her. She had already proven that she wasn't good at this. "That's it slut, take Tommy's finger," the man growled, "In fact, have another," he said as he pushed a second one into her ass and fucking her with it, not giving her any time to adjust. The other stable-hand looked a bit uncomfortable at this rough treatment but said nothing. Hearing the tone the man used, 57 found she didn't like him much, and for the first time since she awoke in her new environment she didn't feel her body respond in any way to his ministrations. The second finger hadn't hurt initially as Tommy had slipped it in, but 57 couldn't help the whimper of distress she felt now that her muscles were starting to clench around the intruding digits. Her breathing was coming in soft, short pants now and she consciously tried to will her body to relax around Tommy's stubby fingers. "You're a dirty little whore, ain't ya baby?" Tommy said as he roughly used her hole. "I bet you wish it was more than just my fingers, don't cha sweetcheeks?" 57's cheeks glowed hotly. She felt a sliver of anger towards Tommy for talking to her in this way, but she knew it wasn't to be avoided. She tried to think of what she was supposed to say back to him. "Technically, Sir, I'm a dirty little slave, not a whore. I am not paid for my services as the Corp owns me. And as for what I wish, it doesn't really matter because this is a punishment and I will do whatever my Trainer wishes me to do...without complaint." She hoped she didn't get in trouble for her honesty but she couldn't think of a single thing to say that was 'erotic'. The other stable-hand gave a guffaw of laughter and said, "Tommy, I think she's telling you in a roundabout way to just get on with it and put the plug in her ass so she can get her punishment over with." "Fine! You stupid bitch," Tommy growled at her. He then pulled out his fingers and unceremoniously shoved the full length of the plug into her ass in one hard push. A pain-filled grunt escaped her and she bit her bottom lip to muffle any further sounds of discomfort. Her already trembling body shook harder now and she tightened her fingers around her ankles to give herself something to concentrate on besides her violated backside. Despite having been worked over with the stable-hand's fingers, the much larger plug had caused a burst of sharp pain when he'd roughly shoved it in. Thankfully though, Tommy left the plug alone after it was settled inside her and she was able to adjust to its presence reasonably quickly. Seeing the task was done, Evan commanded, "Now get to work, 57," though he was unable to hide the hint of a smile he had from 57's response to Tommy. "The sooner you get started, the sooner you'll get done. I'll be back to evaluate your performance at noon," with that, he turned and walked toward the main house again. "Yes, Trainer. Thank you Trainer," 57 said to his retreating back. After pulling up her panties, she then turned to the other two men and said quietly, "Thank you for helping with my punishment," as she'd been taught to do. Tommy simply turned his back, but the other looked her in the eyes and nodded his head to acknowledge her thanks. With a sigh, she walked over to one of the stalls and looked in. She was a bit disgusted when she noticed that the recent occupant had left her a pungently fresh gift. As she stood there examining the stall, she realized that she didn't really know how to proceed, she'd never even been in a stable let alone cleaned one out. Her stomach clenched in embarrassment when she also realized she was going to have to ask the stable-hands what to do. The tightening of her abdominal muscles made the embedded plug slide a bit in her ass in response, adding to her humiliation. She reluctantly turned to Tommy and asked quietly, "Could you show me where the shovel is and tell me what to do?" The man laughed, signaled with thumb over his shoulder toward the far wall, and said, "Shovel's over there, girl. As to what you're supposed to do with it... what the hell do you think a shovel's *for*?" The other stable-hand turned to him and said hotly, "Tommy, stop being such a dick or you'll be the one with something up your ass next – my size 12 boot!" Tommy glared at him, then muttered something under his breath and went out the door to the corral. "Come with me, 57 and I'll show you where the tools are and tell you what you need to do," he said in a kinder tone as he walked toward the wall Tommy had pointed to."I'm Jared, by the way," "Thank you, Jared... It's OK to call you that isn't it?" she asked with a shy smile. She surreptitiously admired the muscular build and deep tan that the demands of his outdoor, physical job had given him. The plug gave another little slide in her ass but not from nerves this time. Jared shrugged and smiled back, "It's my name so I don't see why I'd have a problem with you calling me by it," he said matter-of-factually. He then pointed to the various tools and implements mounted on hooks on the wall. "The shovel's hanging over there. Shovel the stuff from the stall into this wheelbarrow and then take it out that door and to the right and dump it on the pile you'll find there. Once you've got the floor cleared down to the concrete underneath, wash it down with the hose over there, then grab a bale of straw and use the pitchfork here to spread it out on the floor of stall. OK?" "I think I've got it, Jared, thank you again," she said shyly. "You're welcome, 57. You've got enough on your plate without someone else giving you a hard time. I apologize for Tommy treating you like that. He can be a bit of an asshole at times. Personally, if I'd done something to get Master Evan mad at me, I'd be scared shitless. He's always struck me as someone you do *not* want to piss off." 57 giggled a bit and replied, "He's actually very fair, but you're right in that he doesn't tolerate poor behavior and can be very stern, but he always lets you know where you stand with him." "I'm just a stable-hand," Jared answered with another shrug of his shoulders, "Taking care of the horses is enough for me and I have no real desire to be involved in what goes on in the big house over there." He paused for a second and 57 couldn't help but notice as his eyes made a quick sweep over her nearly naked form. He gave a little start, focused his attention back on her face and said, "Well, I've got stuff to do and so do you, so we should probably get to doing it. Maybe we can talk again sometime." "I hope so, Jared," she said and turned to collect her tools. She placed the shovel and pitchfork in the wheelbarrow and pushed it over in front of the stalls. Grabbing the shovel, she slid it into the dirty mix of old straw and animal waste, her face taking on a look of disgust as the smell hit her. Her trainer was certainly correct, she was getting no sexual enjoyment at all from this task. Her lip quirked into a little ironic smirk though as she thought to herself, *I guess I've finally found something that doesn't turn me on.* The wheelbarrow was quickly filled and she took hold of the handles and lifted. She dropped it immediately in surprise though, because the tightening of her abdominal muscles had almost caused the plug to shoot from her ass. Shuddering at the thought of having to pick it up from the filthy floor and insert it again, she was beginning to realize what a truly fiendish punishment her trainer had set for her. Clenching her asscheeks as tightly as she could, she carefully lifted the barrow once more and slowly waddled her way out the door, trying to keep her legs together as much as possible. Dumping the contents onto the pile outside, she paused a moment to take a deep breath of the fresher outdoor air before carefully navigating the wheelbarrow back into the stable. Once she was back inside, she got to work again. It took three more trips with the wheelbarrow to clear the first stall before she took the hose off its hook to wash down the floor. She squeezed the handle but was unprepared for the powerful spray of water that resulted. "YUCK!" she yelled as the dirty water splashed back all over her. Looking down at her body, she was disgusted by the rivulets of brown water that ran down her chest, arms and legs. She could also feel it running down her face and had to work hard fight the urge to throw up. Gritting her teeth, she stepped back a bit more to be out of splash range and finished hosing down the floor, then she turned the hose on herself to attempt to get some of the mess off of her. She heard Tommy snicker in the background at her predicament and silently clenched her teeth even tighter in response. Leaving the floor to dry, she started shoveling out the next stall. She was surprised that the manual labor was not really tiring her. Even though she'd not slept well the night before, she was still able to do hard work that would have left Lindsey a sodden, panting heap of exhaustion. It felt a bit like cheating to be in such good shape without having paid the price of years exercise and diet. She almost wished she could find the enigmatic "Sir" from her birthplace and thank him for doing such a good job on her new body. She washed down the floor of the second stall and was careful this time to avoid getting splashed. Turning her attention back to the now dry first stall, she wrestled a bale of fresh straw from where it was stacked and dropped it onto the bare floor before spreading it evenly with the pitchfork. Her stomach and breasts showed some scratches where the rough straw had poked her when she'd carried it. *One stall down,* she thought to herself, *Well, actually almost two*... With that thought came a renewed burst of energy and she got to work on the final stall. "Diana?" she asked as she shoveled. "Yes, 57?" Diana responded. 57 hadn't been sure if Diana's reach extended out here and she filed that fact away before continuing, "What time is it, please?" "10:37" "Could you let me know when it's 11:45?" "Of course, 57," Diana answered. "Thanks, Diana." "You're welcome, 57" 57 got back to work and was soon "in the zone", going to that place in her head where Lindsey went when she had a boring, repetitive task to do. The physical exertion actually felt good; she enjoyed the feel of the push and pull of her body's muscles. Soon she was spreading the last of the straw in the last stall and, just as she was finished, Diana informed her that 11:45 had arrived. *Pretty good timing,* she thought to herself as she surveyed the stalls to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Satisfied, if still a bit nervous, she assumed her attention position in front of the stalls and waited for her trainer to return. Punctual as ever, Master Evan arrived right at the appointed time. Instead of immediately talking to her, however, she watched as he walked to the opposite side of the building and had a conversation with Jared. She couldn't hear what was said, but she noted the look of surprise that came over his face and the quick glance he gave her as he listened to what Evan said. Finally Jared gave a nod of his head and her trainer let him get back to work, although with a bemused expression on his face. Master Evan returned to stand in front of her and said, "Phew! 57, you stink!." With that, he took the hose and turned the full force of the freezing water on her. She had started to reply in apology, but the words turned to a shriek as Master Evan turned the spray to full power. Oh, how she wanted to run in the opposite direction as the icy cold water doused her body! Immediately she started shivering, but otherwise did her best to stand there and take it. Paying no attention to her cries or shivers, Evan sprayed her down, starting with her hair. Then grabbing her by the wet tresses, he used it as a handle to twist and turn her body so he could direct the stream of cold water where he wanted. "That's a little better," he told her as he released her and put the hose back on its hook, "but I'll expect you to make yourself presentable for this afternoon's training session. Put the gloves back on the shelf but keep the boots on, I don't want your wet feet tracking dirt and shit into the main house." "Y-yes T-trainer," teeth chattering from the cold, 57 hurried to comply. Turning back, she could see Master Evan was already on his way back to the house and she hurried to catch up; her feet squelching inside the wet rubber boots. He stopped outside the back door of the house and waited. When 57 arrived he said, "Take off those boots and wait here," before he disappeared inside. "Yes Trainer," she answered as she bent over to pull them off. After upending them to let the water drain out, she placed them as neatly as she could on the step leading to the door. Evan soon returned and handed her a towel to dry herself off with. "There's food for you in the kitchen, go get cleaned up and be at my workroom in 90 minutes. Oh, and you can take the plug out once you get to the trainee's quarters. Clean it off and put it in your footlocker. We'll be using it again in the future." "Yes Trainer. Thank you," she answered as she scrubbed herself with the towel. 57 made her way to the kitchen to grab the bag that contained her lunch, she didn't linger because she assumed that the staff wouldn't appreciate the way she smelled, plus she felt uncomfortable standing there with a plug in her ass. Upon reaching the trainee's quarters, she headed directly to the shower, stopping only to place the paper bag on her bed. She turned the water as hot as it would go and while waiting for it to warm up, gingerly removed the glass butt plug. She held it under the stream of hot water, then took some soap and scrubbed it clean before placing it on the shelf. That task completed, she stood for a good five minutes under the hot spray trying to warm up her chilled body and wash off the stink. She took her time scrubbing herself, trying to get every last inch of her body clean. Drying herself with a fresh towel afterward, she wished she had some perfume to splash on but had to make do with the clean scent of the soap she'd used. Returning to her room, she placed the plug in the chest as ordered. Then, turning to her lunch, she opened the bag to find a container of spaghetti, a salad, some iced tea, and a little box with a smiley face it. Opening it, she found a chocolate cupcake. Written on the inside flap were the words, "Enjoy – Mary." 57 smiled at the little note and gift. Now that her punishment was out the way, she was clean, and was working on filling her stomach, she was in a much better mood. Soon she found herself making her way down the stairs into the musty gloom of the basement as she headed toward Master Evan's "workroom". She stopped outside the door, momentarily undecided on what to do. "Hello 57," Diana said, making her jump, "You're instructed to enter quietly and wait for instructions." "Thank you, Diana," she replied. "You're welcome, 57." 57 pushed open the heavy door, wincing a bit as the metal hinges protested since she'd been instructed to be quiet. Today the room was brightly lit and she was able to observe all manner of BDSM devices and paraphernalia placed around the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the tableau at the room's center, however. Serafina was naked, strapped facing outward onto a large wooden X-frame and Master Evan was using a cruel looking whip on her. The diminutive slave's body was bright red from her tits to her thighs and covered with angry-looking welts. She didn't appear in any distress though; quite the contrary in fact. Serafina moaned in pleasure at each stroke of the whip and her inner thighs were shiny with the secretions that were leaking from her pussy. 57 felt the hot flame of lust catch fire inside of her as she watched Evan and Serafina. Forcing herself into the attention position she tried to stay as quiet as possible, though she wound up biting her lip to keep from moaning in sympathy along with Fina's erotic utterances. 57 imagined what it would be like if *she were* the one strapped there, receiving the same treatment, and her thong grew damp at the thought. She was helpless however, to stop her gasp as Serafina locked eyes with her and slowly licked her lips, sharing her erotic pleasure from across the room. 57 let her eyes travel over Serafina's body. She found herself wanting to run her hands over the curves, her fingers through her long hair, and kiss her full lips. Lindsey's voice in her head was telling her that what she was thinking about was sinful and evil, but 57 pointedly ignored it. She let her eyes travel lower and gasped anew as she realized that Fina's cunt was impaled on a large rubber dildo mounted on a stand between her legs. Her puffy nether lips bulged around its girth and 57 watched mesmerized as Fina worked against the restraints to pump her hips on the toy. Fina's engorged clit peeked out between her reddened labia and the thought passed through 57's mind as to what it would feel like to stroke it. 57's silent reverie was broken by her trainer's voice, "I see you've arrived. 57," Evan said as he turned to regard her, "As you can see, we've got a bit of a head start, but that doesn't mean you can't join in. Come over here and give me a hand." "Yes Trainer," she answered as she got her feet working and approached. "Mmmm," Serafina purred, "It is nice to see you again 57." "Y-you too, Serafina," 57 answered nervously, her nostrils flaring as she caught the musky scent of Fina's arousal. "Are you OK?" "Mmmm," she purred again, "*much* better than OK, actually. Master Evan is very good with his whip as I am sure you will find out in time." The thought of that made 57 shiver and she turned her eyes to Evan. "How may I assist you, Trainer?" she asked somewhat breathlessly. "I'm sure you remember our little experiment with clothespins, 57," he said, "We're going to continue your education on that subject and Fina has consented to be used as a demonstration, haven't you my dear?" he asked as he trailed two fingers across the restrained woman's lips." Serafina tried to curl her tongue around the passing digits and said breathlessly, "It is always my pleasure to serve you in any way I may, Master Evan... and I do love the pinch of the clothespins." "See what a good girl Fina is 57?" Evan said, "You would do well to pay attention and learn from her example." "Yes Trainer," she answered, "Honestly, I've already been impressed by her in the little time we've spent together." Serafina laughed musically and said, "You are very sweet, 57. Thank you for the compliment." "You're welcome... Fina," she said with a blush. Serafina noticed 57's change to the more informal address and smiled. Then turning her eyes to Evan, she asked, "May we get started Master Evan? I find myself in need of a bit more stimulation." "You're such a little pain slut, Fina," Evan said with a laugh, "but you're correct, we probably *should* get 57's lesson started." He turned to 57 and said, "We're going to do something known as a zipper to Serafina. Actually, we're going to do two of them. I'm going to place one on her right side and you're going to copy it on her left. The first thing you need to do is pick up that spool of twine and tie it to a clothespin." Evan showed her what to do with his own clothespin and twine. Once 57 had copied his actions, Evan continued his explanation. "Now, what we're going to do is make a long line of clothespins down Fina's arms, torso and legs. As we do so, we'll connect each pin to the twine like this." Evan clipped the first pin to the skin on the inside of the elbow of Fina's upraised arm, then he placed another right below it, capturing the twine in its jaws and then wrapping it around it. 57 mimicked Master Evan's actions and continued to do so as he placed a line of clothespins down Serafina's arm. She found herself getting more and more aroused by the feel of Fina's smooth skin beneath her fingers as she repeatedly pinched it to attach the pins. She took a second to watch the reactions play across Fina's face before continuing the line onto the woman's upper breast. Her own breathing was growing more and more ragged the longer she was exposed to Serafina's heady scent of arousal. Serafina was unable to keep from purring softly as she felt first Master Evan's firm touch along with the gentler feel of 57's nervous, tentative digits. She turned her head to watch 57, her eyes glazed with unrestrained lust. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, wanting to nibble on the lithe fingers dancing across her skin, each touch sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across her flesh. A gasping moan escaped as she felt the feathery fingertip's first brush against her nipple. That first hesitant touch became firmer as 57 pulled the elongated bud between her fingertips to attach a clothespin. 57's fingers trembled as they worked her way down the soft skin of Serafina's breasts. She'd never touched a woman this intimately before and certainly not one with breasts as magnificent as Fina's. She shivered in sympathy as she watched Master Evan attach a clothespin to the opposite nipple before tentatively grasping the one on her side. Looking up to gauge Fina's reaction, she momentarily lost herself in the lust-filled brown eyes that stared back into hers. Feeling the nipple in her fingers harden, she moaned out loud as she closed the jaws of the clothespin on it, remembering how it had felt when Evan had done the same to her. Seeing that her trainer had kept placing clothespins while she was lost in the contemplation of Fina's breast, she moved to copy him. The route Evan traced traveled along the sides of the older woman's abdomen, then across the front of her hips, before passing alongside her pussy and down her inner thigh. 57's fingers were frozen as she realized her next clothespin would pass right next to Fina's soaked labia and the dildo that was buried inside her. There was nothing that Fina could do to stop the twitching movements of her hips, limited though she was by her restraints. She could feel the heat rushing through her veins as her heart pumped furiously. Momentarily, she turned her head to where Master Evan was and she smiled at him as she said, "Thank you, Master Evan. What you and 57 are doing feels *fantastico*." She felt 57 pause as her fingers hovered near the junction of her impaled sex. Her clit pulsed maddeningly and a visible tremor worked its way through her body as she turned her head to watch what 57 would do next. 57 reached out a tentative hand and slid her fingertips into the crease of flesh where Fina's leg met her crotch. She felt little friction due to the wetness pooled there. She grasped the flesh and tried to pinch it but her fingers were unable to gain purchase and slipped off. Using the side of her index finger she scooped the creamy fluid from the warm skin. Looking at her now-coated finger, she found herself in a dilemma: where to wipe it? She had no towel, was nearly naked, and Fina was completely so. Continuing to stare at her finger, she slowly brought it to her lips and licked it off, and then moaned at her first taste of another woman. Fina bit her lip and swallowed hard, a breathy moan escaping her as she watched 57's tongue scoop the cream from her fingers. The expressions that flashed across 57's face were fascinating to watch as she savored her first taste of a pussy other than her own. "*Ah così bella, mia dolce Cinquantasette,*" Fina said softly, unconsciously slipping into her native Italian. 57's eyes drifted shut as she tried to process the effect that Fina's taste was having on her. She felt a shimmering flash of heat pass through her body, her nipples immediately became hard painful points and her clit gave a delicious throb. Opening her eyes once more she looked up at Serafina, and locking gazes with her, she slowly and sensuously sucked her finger into her mouth. *Mia Dio!* Fina thought to herself. *Those eyes, those lips!* She moved her hips as much as the leather straps allowed, pumping herself on the dildo as she kept her eyes locked onto 57's. The rubber phallus was wet... very wet as it moved easily within her pussy with soft, wet, sucking noises. 57 rested her cheek on Fina's thigh and pinched the now slightly drier skin, able to hold on now without slipping off. She moaned softly as she placed the clothespin wondering what its bite would feel like on her own flesh at that location. Her eyes drifted upward past the well manicured landing strip of Serafina's pubic hair, and widened a bit at she caught sight of a tattoo; one very similar to her own, except having extra embellishments in gold and bearing the number 14. Softly, she caressed the moist skin of her new friend's inner thigh along the path that her clothespins were to take and rubbed her cheek gently across the warm skin on which it rested. Then, wiping the moisture away, she followed Evan's example and placed the rest of the wooden clamps, connecting each to the twine as she went. Serafina shivered feeling 57's soft breath wash over her skin as her head rested on her thigh. She dragged her lust glazed eyes to Master Evan then back to 57. Her breathing was ragged, but she managed to say, "Master Evan, the skin where the first clips were placed is starting to go numb." Finally, she let her eyes drift shut, leaned her head back against the wooden frame, and luxuriated in the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. Master Evan surveyed his trainee's handiwork and found it acceptable saying, "Good job, 57. Hand me your twine." She complied and he unwrapped a bit more from the spool before cutting it to the same length as the one he'd done. "We're ready to proceed with the next part of the demonstration. Our little Serafina is probably getting impatient, and she gets cranky when she goes too long without proper stimulation." He reached over to the table beside them and grabbed a device from the various things he'd placed there earlier. Handing it to 57, he told her, "This is what's known as a hitachi magic wand massager, or simply hitachi for short. It was originally designed to soothe tired muscles but has since gained popularity as one of the most powerful vibrators you can buy for clitoral stimulation. That's what you're going to do with it, 57. I'm sure you've noticed that nice, hard, little bud peeking out of Fina's cunt lips. I want you to turn the hitachi on its low setting and hold it against that clit." Turning his attention to the panting, zippered sub before them, he said, more for 57's benefit than any need to remind Serafina, "Of course you know the rules, my dear. No cumming without my permission." Fina's eyes barely opened as she purred, "Mmmm. Yes Master," in response. 57 hesitantly flipped the switch on the hitachi and then jumped a bit as it began to hum loudly in her hand. Trembling slightly, she reached out with her left hand and spread Fina's labia on each side of her swollen clit. She watched mesmerized as it twitched in response, then, with her right hand, pressed the buzzing rubber head against the pink nub. Fina's reaction was immediate and intense. Her hips gave a hard jerk, a guttural moan was torn from deep within her chest, she clenched her fists tightly, and panted. Breathing through the deluge of sensation, she barely managed to resist the orgasm poised to rip through her. She'd already been pleasurably tortured; first with an over-the-knee, bare-bottomed spanking, the delicious kiss of the single-tail whip, and then the attachment of the clothespins. Watching 57 lick her essence off of her fingers had built her arousal to a fever pitch. This hitachi was probably over the top, but she would hold off even if it was only to prove to herself that she could do it. She would make Master Evan proud of the control she'd gained from his training. For her part, 57 was panting open-mouthed as she watched Fina writhe against the vibe. Then, letting her eyes slip lower, she moaned at the sight of the woman fucking the huge rubber dick in and out of her widely stretched lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the small echo of Lindsey's voice continued to protest, but it was getting fainter and fainter by the moment. Evan grasped the twine attached to the zipper he'd placed on Serafina's right side and took up the slack. "Are you ready to cum, Serafina?" he asked, his normally controlled voice tinged with unmistakable arousal. "Yes, M-master!," she panted out softly, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her forehead wrinkled in concentration as she fought for mastery over the intense sensations that were, slowly but surely, unraveling the threads of her control. 57 traded glances between Serafina and her trainer, having an inkling of what was about to happen. She carefully slipped to Fina's left to get clear while still maintaining the pressure on her friend's clit with the vibrator. "Then... CUM!" Evan ordered her. He waited just for a heartbeat for Fina's orgasm to start and then quickly and forcefully yanked on the twine, snapping the entire line clothespins off in rapid succession. Fina's climax washed over her in white-hot waves and she screamed out her pleasure/pain as the pins were ripped from her flesh. The pain helped prolong her already substantial orgasm, and her muscles locked, every fiber sharply delineated as she strained against her restraints. 57 watched wide-eyed as Fina screamed and shook her way through the massive orgasm. She heard the sturdy wooden frame and leather restraints creak as the tensed woman pulled hard against them, surprising 57 with the strength packed into her small body. As the Fina's orgasm receded, she let the vibrator drop from the trembling woman's cunt, took a deep breath of the combined scents of sweat and sex and, reaching out, gently ran her fingers down Fina's abdomen, through her patch of pubic hair and across her wet cunt. Serafina moaned softly as she felt 57's soft fingers slide against the trembling, sweat-slicked muscles of her abdomen and down to the wetness covering her pussy. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced down her. "Ahh, *mia dio* 57, your fingers feel so good!" and they really did. She loved the contrast of 57's gentle touches to the still painful throbs of the remaining clothespins and the pleasurable aftershocks of her climax. 57 rested her cheek against Fina's thigh once more and continued her soft caresses, "Thank you for helping with my training, Fina. You're both teaching me so much." "The pleasure is truly mine... in case you had not noticed," Fina answered with a soft laugh. "Oh, we're not done yet," Master Evan said, "There's still another zipper we have to take care of and one orgasm is never enough for Fina anyway. As a reward for your performance so far 57, I'll allow you to use the hitachi on your own cunt. We'll also let you get a little more hands-on experience with Fina's... lady parts? Isn't that what Lindsey would have called them?" "O-on occasion, Trainer," 57 answered as she lowered her eyes and blushed. The mention of Lindsey brought a small flash of guilt at what she was doing, but it was more than overcome at the prospect of further exploring Serafina. Evan crouched down and loosened a knob on the stand that held the dildo in Fina's pussy, then lowered it, her cunt making a wet, sucking pop as the toy pulled free. Looking to 57 he ordered, "57. Hitachi. On your clit, Now." Shaken from her intense concentration on the removal of the toy from Fina's 'lady parts', 57 moved to comply. She slid the vibe between her legs where she crouched and slowly lowered her clit onto it. When it made contact, her hips jerked just as Fina's had and a grunt was forced from her lips as her abdominal muscles spasmed. "*Ohhhh*!," she moaned as her eyes squeezed shut. She felt like her entire body had been dipped in the molten lust emanating from her twitching cunt. Leaving 57 to regain control for a moment, Evan turned his attention back to Serafina, "What toy should we have 57 fuck you with, Fina? Any preferences?" "As always, the choice is yours Master Evan but, since you ask, I would very much enjoy the glass one," she replied. Evan took the indicated device from those arrayed on the table. It was a gently curved dildo made of clear glass approximately 8 inches long and 2 in width. Bumps and ridges covered it's otherwise slick surface and the tip was hooked to provide g-spot stimulation. The other end was formed into a loop to provide a grip. Evan let his hand fall on the distracted 57's shoulder and she jumped in response. "Earth to 57, Earth to 57," he said with a laugh. Once he had her attention, he held out the toy to her. "I assume I don't have to explain what this is for?" 57 took it from him and stared at it in fascination. She'd never imagined such a sexual device existed and she unconsciously licked her lips as she contemplated the thought of using on Fina. "No, Trainer," she answered breathlessly, "I have a fairly good idea and I'm sure one of you will correct me if I'm in error." "And don't forget to stimulate Fina's clit. How you do that, I'll leave up to you, but the hitachi is to stay between your own legs. Understood?" "Yes Trainer. I'll try my best," she answered. She pressed the curved head of the toy to Fina's cunt, slowly parting the labia and then sinking its length into her. Resting her other hand on Fina's pubic mound, she placed the ball of her thumb on her clit and rubbed it in slow circles. All the while, the hitachi was still clenched tightly between her own thighs sending delightful sensations pulsing through her body. Serafina groaned softly in pleasure as the toy sunk deep within her, the raised bumps on the surface providing extra stimulation to the inside of her channel. She blinked slowly, and let her gaze come to rest on 57. The girl was gorgeous with her jet-black hair and startling blue eyes. Fina watched while the girl placed her hand over her well trimmed mons then moved her thumb to the sensitive nubbin at the apex of her labia. The touch was slow and firm, but wasn't quite firm enough to get past the sensitivity, causing her hips to twitch reflexively, trying to buck the girls finger from her extra-sensitive button. 57 caught her lower lip between her teeth. Up close like this, Fina's pussy fascinated her. She pulled the glass toy back slowly seeing it coated in the wet cream of her friend's orgasm. As she slowly pushed it back in, the cream ran down the toy onto her fingers, forcing a moan from her lips. Meanwhile, the hitachi buzzing against her own pussy was driving her crazy, her thighs clenching and unclenching. Her nipples were diamond hard again and ached to be touched, if she only had the hands free to do so. She jerked in sympathy when she rubbed Fina's sensitive clit, but her Trainer had told her to rub it so she continued to do so. Evan observed 57's reactions closely. The plan that he and Serafina had devised was working flawlessly; 57's lust and curiosity were overcoming any reticence her previous indoctrination might have caused. Turning his eyes to Fina, he could easily gauge her arousal through the intimate knowledge he gained through her training and subsequent lovemaking sessions. He knew that she was quickly approaching her peak once more, the physical and mental games they were playing were a powerful turn on for her – and for him as well. Fina let her head loll back, trying to relax, determined not to let the sensations overwhelm her increasingly precarious control. Her breathing was starting to come more quickly as the flame of her lust burned brighter. She wanted desperately to untangle herself from the bonds she was in and pounce on the delectable girl – her shy curiosity was such a turn on. Calling on her training, she managed to keep her body under control, no more involuntary jerking of the hips; the only physical signs of her burning arousal being the wetness dripping from her cunt, the glazed look in her eyes, and the occasional quiver of her muscles. 57 picked up her pace with the toy, fucking it in and out of Fina's cunt. It was so wet that it made slurping and sucking noises on each thrust. Her fingers were soaked already with the fluids leaking from Fina and she was glad that the slippery glass toy had a good handle to hold onto. The clothespin that she'd placed earlier on the other woman's labia bounced and twisted every time she moved the toy and the thought of the erotic pain that caused made 57's own pussy clench. On every circle that 57's thumb made on Fina's clit, she got a quick flash of the hardened pink nub and the sight was making her mouth water. The more she watched, the more she wanted to replace her thumb with her tongue. Finally she was no longer able to resist. She leaned forward and, with a passionate moan, pressed her lips for the first time against another woman's sex. A wave of lust hit Fina full force, forcing a long ragged moan from her throat. Her hands clenched into fists and she screwed her eyes tightly shut while she fought off the wave of pleasure threatening to drag her under. Her breathing turned to harsh pants, sweat broke out on her creamy olive toned skin, and her hips thrust forward of their own volition demanding more contact. What had started as a tentative brush of the lips became much more as Fina pushed her cunt hard against 57's face. 57 returned the pressure, opening her mouth to let her tongue circle the hard bit of flesh captured by her lips. Fina's strip of hair tickled her nose and the bumps of the glass toy rubbed along her chin as she fucked it in and out of the woman's pussy. As she sucked on the sensitive flesh, the taste nearly drove her wild, so different from the first taste of cock she'd had yesterday, but just as much, perhaps even more, of an aphrodisiac. Somewhere deep inside, she knew this was taboo, but she didn't care -- to her, what she was doing felt right, it felt good, and if it continued, it was going to make her cum. Fina started to whimper, her body strung tight with the need for release. She forced her eyes open and locked them onto Master Evan. "Master...! I need to cum, please! May I cum?" she pleaded, her voice husky with arousal. Evan took hold of the end of the zipper and said, "57, when I say 'ready' lean back out of the way. Once the zipper comes off I want your face right back in Fina's pussy. Understood?" She pulled her mouth from Fina for just long enough to say, "Yes Trainer," before once more sucking the woman's clit between her lips. The thought of having her mouth there when Fina was cumming set her mind on fire and she did her best to grind the hitachi against her needy pussy with her hips. "Ready..." Evan said. 57 reluctantly pulled her mouth from Fina and released her hold on the glass dildo. Fina's strong muscles held it in place. She then leaned back and to the side away from the zipper. Reaching down, she pushed hitachi firmly against her own pussy, panting as she waited for what was to come. "Fina... CUM!" Evan ordered her and, as before, he waited until her orgasm started and whipped the zipper from the spasming slave. Eyes locked in fascination on Serafina and Evan, 57 rushed to comply with her trainer's instructions. As soon as the clothespins whipped by her, her face was back between Fina's legs as ordered, both hands prying her pussy lips apart and sucking hard on the climaxing slave's clit. Serafina's moan turned into a high pitched wail as Master Evan ripped the clothes pins off. Their removal caused a rush of adrenaline her system, and she felt like she was on a high, making every touch and lick that was coming from 57 more intense, more powerful. The juices that flooded her pussy and its powerful contractions made it too difficult to keep the heavy glass dildo locked inside of her without 57's hand to keep it there. Even with her muscles clamped down on it, it slipped out of her and landed on the carpeted floor with a thud. Her orgasm redoubled when 57's lips returned to her pussy and she shook and shivered hard enough to shake the frame she was tied to. As her orgasm finally dissipated, her body went slack, and if it weren't for the restraints that held her, she would have slid like jelly down to the floor. 57 pressed her face even more firmly against the now flaccid Serafina. Her tongue darted farther back and slipped into the spasming opening of Fina's vagina, drinking in the hot nectar of her orgasm. The flavor and feel on her tongue created an explosion of lust and arousal in her and she pulled back just enough to beg, "Trainer, may I cum, *Pleeese!*" before once more returning to her oral assignment. "Yes slave, you may cum," he answered. 57 immediately started to shake and then doubled over as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Grunts and moans were forced from her lips by the power of the muscular contractions that wracked her body. She could tell that she was making a huge wet spot on the floor beneath her as fluids gushed from her spasming cunt but there nothing to do but ride it out. Soon, like Fina, the spasms passed, her body went slack, and it was all she could do to hold her herself semi-upright. Panting, she rested her head against the other woman's leg and struggled to get her bearings. Evan smiled at Fina, silently congratulating her on her participation. For her part, Fina smiled weakly back, still trying to catch her breath after her second powerful orgasm of the afternoon. They then both looked down and contemplated the still twitching form of 57, each momentarily lost in their own thoughts. "Let's get you down from there, Fina," Evan said as he got to work undoing the straps that held her to the wooden frame. "Thank you, Master," Fina said as she gingerly stepped down and around the still recovering 57, "for both releasing me and the wonderful orgasms." "My pleasure as always, slave," he answered. Then, turning his attention to 57 he said,"Are you ready to stand yet 57, or will we need to strap you to the frame in Fina's place to hold you up?" 57 turned her head toward Evan and answered, "I th-think I can manage, Trainer, but I'm still pretty shaky. She slowly straightened up and removed the still buzzing vibrator from between her legs before flipping it off and setting it down gently on the floor beside her. Both Evan and Serafina reached down to help her up and she got shakily to her feet. "Thank you Trainer for letting me cum, and thank you both for helping me up. I think I'm OK now." she said. Her trainer removed his hand from hers but Fina continued to hold her other one, and 57 found she didn't really mind that at all. Evan leaned his hips back against the table, crossed his arms across his chest, and asked,"So tell me 57. What are your thoughts on the session we just completed?" "Trainer, I'm not really sure at the moment, to be completely honest. I had no problem being with Serafina in heat of the moment, and I'm finding that I don't regret it; but I am embarrassed by it. I feel conflicted I guess if anything...I know that on one hand I should feel shame because that was what Lindsey was taught to feel, and yet I know, intuitively, that isn't the purpose of tonight." 57 frowned, a crease forming between the delicate arches of her eyebrows. "And what do you think that purpose is?" Evan asked. "I don't have a truly confident answer, Trainer; but if I had to make an educated guess it would be that you were trying to introduce me to new things – women in particular." Another wave of heat flooded her, but this time it was equal parts embarrassment and arousal. "Well, it's my job to introduce you to new things, and it's true that this afternoon's session had that as a major purpose," Evan replied, "I'm going to have you explore in this direction some more tonight, but I'm delegating that task to Serafina. I'm turning you over to her for more exploration and instruction. You're to follow her orders as you would mine." "Yes, Trainer," she said as a smile crossed her lips. The thought of spending more time with Fina was actually something she didn't mind at all. She truly liked the woman and hoped that at some point they would be great friends to one another. Turning to Serafina, Evan said, "I'll leave her in your hands tonight, my dear. You're both dismissed." "Yes, Master," Fina said quietly then halfway turned towards the door, waiting for 57 to acknowledge Evan's dismissal. Their hands were still linked together and she rubbed her thumb along the slaves hand in a comforting manner. Not only did she want to comfort the girl at this moment, but she also wanted to keep her tuned in to the fact that their bodies still touched. "Yes Trainer," 57 answered. She felt a little thrill of sensual electricity pass through her at Fina's caress and allowed herself to be led, but remembering her training asked, "Should I get my uniform, Serafina?" "No, pet. You shall walk naked. I am sure that your 'uniform' will find its way back to your room in order to be washed." Fina smiled a bit and headed towards the door. "Yes Serafina," 57 answered shyly as she followed along. The thought of walking through the public areas of the house made her a bit nervous. Intellectually, she knew that the little scrap of cloth that made up her uniform didn't really cover much at all but, emotionally, it still gave some sense of security. Evan had placed Fina in charge however, and she was going to do her best to follow her instructions as well as she would have followed her trainer's. After exiting the basement they made their way to the staircase. They ascended to the second floor and onto the thick, plush carpeting, passing by the walls decorated with sconces and paintings. They walked down the hallway to a door at its far end. The door was plain as far as engravings went, but beautiful when compared to the spartan living space the slaves lived in. Fina pushed the door open, revealing a beautiful interior and smiled as she turned to 57 saying, "My oasis for when I am here." The walls were a deep red color and the floors were covered with thick black carpeting. There were no couches or chairs; instead there were huge pillows of varying sizes where one would assume the sitting area to be. There were a few Japanese-style low tables with some knickknacks placed tastefully here and there, but the most remarkable thing about the entire room was the central fire place. Everything was centered around this sleek design. It didn't have a base to it, but instead was suspended from the ceiling. The pit itself was circular and had a fire grate all the way around though it wasn't necessary as it didn't burn real wood. "Oh wow!" 57 exclaimed, "This is like something from an erotic story. I could picture orgies happening in a place like this. It's so sensual." "Well," Serafina chuckled softly, "This room has not hosted any orgies whilst I have been here. Maybe we shall remedy that in the future." "Come, let me show you the rest," Serafina gestured for 57 to follow her as she stepped forward to continue towards the back of the main room. There was a small dining room off to the side of a compact kitchen. The kitchen itself was fairly Spartan as far as decor; stainless steel appliances with black and red accents. The dinette's table and chairs were beautiful though; the tabletop was black marble, but the legs were cherry wood with clawed feet. The chairs were of the same wood, with crushed black velvet cushions on the back and seat. There was also a small chandelier, tastefully done, hanging above them. Serafina led 57 to a hallway off to the side of the dining room. There were three doors along its length, one of which was open revealing a bathroom. Fina led 57 to the second door and pushed it open revealing another room like the living room with the addition of deep crimson silks hanging in tasteful waves around what appeared to be a huge feather filled mattress lying on the floor. As in the living room, cushions were tossed artfully into the corners. One wall was covered with a large black and white painted mural of two lovers embracing. 57 stared shyly at the mattress, "What do you want me to do, Fina? I'm yours to command. I'm very nervous, though. I don't want to disappoint you." She clasped both of her hands tightly together and tried to calm herself the best she could. Fina shook her head with a soft husky laugh. "As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm to serve my sweet, I do not plan to rush you or push you. As much as a submissive as you tend to be in your head; so am I...if not more so. I know what it is like to be out of your element with your heart beating as fast as it can; half in fear -- half in anticipation," as Serafina spoke, she moved gracefully to place the palm of her hand over 57's heart. She could feel the rapid "thump thump-thump" beating beneath her fingers and she smiled again. "Besides that, you have yet to see what is behind the other door," Fina said with a wink. Serafina's touch raised gooseflesh all over 57's naked body. "Thank you for understanding. This is all so new, but I do want you to teach me, Fina. What we did with Trainer turned me on so much." she said while blushing hotly. "There's more? What else do you have to show me?" Fina smiled, and couldn't resist the temptation of such a lovely hard nipple in close proximity to her hand. She let her fingers drift downward and outward toward the peak of 57's breast, tracing a path across her chest. Her fingers finally found the hardened bud and proceeded to flick and tease it. "The last room is a play room of mine that I have specifically set up for things that I like to do to others or have done to me while I am in residence. However, we don't have to play in there if you don't want to, this night is for us to enjoy however you would like." 57 closed her eyes and sighed softly. She could tell that this wasn't the first time Fina had played with nipples. Finally she managed to say, "I'd love to see your playroom and have you explain or even demonstrate the things you have in there. But first... Fina... can I kiss you? Please? Lindsey's voice in my head is arguing at me, but I want it nevertheless." A spark of intense lust bloomed in Serafina, hardening her nipples, dilating her pupils. Her nostrils flared a bit as her breathing picked up in pace and, while she was accustomed to others wanting her, the naked desire in the slave's eyes nearly undid her. Wanting to see what the girl would do on her own, she merely nodded her assent and watched. At Fina's nod, 57 leaned down and tentatively brushed her lips against hers. That light touch was electric. Fina's were so soft, not like a man's at all and kissing them seemed to awaken something deep inside her. Surrendering herself to the feeling, she pressed harder, lust igniting like a fire within her. Her hand came up to cradle Fina's face and she moaned into her mouth. Fina moved her lips in response to 57's tender assault, letting her lead at her own pace. She moved her hands to cradle the woman's small hips and urge her closer, wanting to feel the heat coming from 57's naked body against her own. She had an almost desperate and crazy urge to take over the kiss, to guide it where she wanted it go, but she knew that letting 57 have control in this situation was what she needed right now. Only in her deepest, secret fantasies had 57 (or Lindsey actually) ever imagined doing what she was doing now. It was as if a door had opened to a whole new side of her that she never knew existed. She opened her mouth and prodded Fina's lips with her tongue and she responded by opening hers too. Slipping her tongue inside, she shivered at the sensation. She'd never done this before with anyone, male or female. Lindsey had been taught it was something only "sluts" did, but she found that she liked it – a lot. Her free hand traveled down and she brushed her fingertips across Fina's breast, the skin feeling smooth and warm under her touch, and the woman responded by pressing herself forward, seeking more. "57," Fina murmured between kisses before finally pulling back to take a breather, "I know you have not really had any experience with a woman's body. I want you to use me to learn. I'm going to lie back and let you do as you like. You may touch me anywhere and in any way you desire. You can even be a bit rough," Fina smiled as she continued, "You know I am no delicate flower. Right now, I am yours to do with as you please. There is no hurry. We have the whole night." With that, she laid back on the cushions, closed her eyes, spread her arms to her sides, and parted her legs, giving 57 free access to her body. 57 gazed at the beautiful, naked body of her friend, but hesitated for a moment, undecided how to proceed. She'd always been one to do as she was told, both in this current incarnation and as Lindsey. Taking the initiative like this was foreign to her. Sensing 57's indecision, Fina said calmingly, "*Mia amore*, just relax and do what comes naturally. There is no right or wrong in this room. There is simply you..." she paused to reach out and gently take the nervous woman's hand, "and me," she continued as she placed it softly on the smooth, olive skin of her breast. Feeling Fina's breast in her hand, 57 felt many thoughts whirl in her head... most that Lindsay would not have approved of. *She is mine tonight...*was foremost among them. She'd never had someone just lay back and let her explore them. Where should she begin? Taking a deep breath, she began to massage the breast as her other hand reached out so she could hold both. As her palms rubbed against each nipple, she could feel them harden. Knowing FIna was aroused helped 57 slowly gain confidence. "Mmmmm," Serafina cooed, "Your hands feel delicious on my skin. See how my nipples respond? See the gooseflesh? That is what it means to turn someone on, 57. Learn these signals well, for that is knowledge will be critical in your future endeavors. I can tell you are starting to relax. Just know that I'm loving what you're doing to me and I hope you're enjoying this as much as I." As 57's fingers began to rub Fina's skin with more authority, she began to realize how truly turned on she was, but this arousal felt different than what she'd experienced before. It was as though her body yearned for Fina's touch but, in a way, she didn't want it yet. 57 wanted to make sure Fina got her pleasure first. She leaned down slowly, her mouth approaching her friend's hardened nipples. Parting her lips slightly, she wrapped them around a stiff bud. Unsure how to exactly to pleasure a woman this way, as she'd never done it before, she let her instincts take over. She began to suckle on the hardening nipple, while intermittently letting her tongue snake out to bat the erect bit of flesh back and forth. Fina's breath caught as 57's lips encircled her sensitive flesh. *A woman is so different from a man,* she thought to herself. *So gentle, so smooth.* Thinking about that smoothness, her hand wandered to 57's back and stroked the warm skin there, tracing circles with her fingertips. Feeling Fina's hand against her body made 57 shiver. She didn't want to remove Fina's hand, but she wanted to get into a better position. Reaching behind her, she took Fina's hand in hers and brought it to her lips, showing her appreciation before setting it back down on the bed. Then on her knees, she positioned herself between the beautiful woman's legs. Once situated, the first thing she did was go back to suckling on her breasts, letting her own hard nipples rub against Fina's stomach. She wanted to make sure every part of this woman was equally pleasured. Hearing the soft sighs coming from Fina motivated 57 to do even more and she reached down to place her hands on the soft skin of FIna's inner thighs. Fina purred softly to herself at the attention she was receiving. As a submissive, she was used to serving others, not being served herself. She was enjoying this opportunity immensely. 57's lips and tongue were doing marvelous things to her breasts and as she felt the woman's hands move lower, she couldn't help but spread her legs wider in response, inviting her to do more. Noticing the invitation Fina gave her, 57 looked up at her. Her eyes were almost closed but opened just enough for 57 to see her dark pupils shine through. She could smell Fina's heady scent as her legs were spread. Though there was still an aroma of sex and sweat from their session with Master Evan, there was also the scent of fresher arousal. 57 nostrils dilated from the deliciously musky odor and she breathed deep. As though her hands had a mind of their own, they inched their way closer and closer to the woman's sex. One hand crept up and combed through the neatly trimmed hair of Fina's landing strip before moving lower again. As her fingers inched closer to the slit, 57 stopped sucking Fina's breasts and she slid her body lower, finally looking down to see the dampness of the pussy inches from her face. Without thinking, she licked her lips. Then, her submissive side kicked back in, and she looked up to Fina to ask for permission. Feeling 57 pause, Fina opened her eyes and said, "Do what you want, my love. As I said before, I am yours to explore however you wish. You do not need to ask my permission. Simply do." Shyly, 57 said, "I'm sorry. It's taking some getting used to... Being in control is... different. It's like I want to do everything possible to you and I want to pleasure you, but..." It was obvious that 57 was struggling to find the words to describe her thoughts... Just as Master Evan had pointed out to her many times. She began again, "But pleasure you in a way that will pleasure me... I'm sorry. I'm not making any sense. I'll just shut up and do my job." Taking 57's chin in her hands, Fina made her look up at her. Meeting her blue eyes with her own brown ones, Fina could see the struggle 57 was having. Being submissive herself, Fina had a good idea of what she was feeling. 57 wanted to take control, but the submissive personality took over the moment she did...The need to ask permission, to make sure this was exactly what the other person wanted, to do everything perfectly and make her Master proud. Fina smiled at the innocent woman before her, "Turn it off." "Turn what off...?" "The need to submit... I understand what is going through your head. I have been there myself. The thing you need to do, at this moment, is realize that we are simply two woman making love. We are not a Dom and a sub. There is no Master or Mistress. This is not a *job* for you to do. We are two women of equal status pleasuring each other and, right now, you are pleasing me first." "Thank you. That helps," 57 said and smiled up at her. "Good, because my body is aching for your touch." Looking back down at the pussy in front of her, 57 still wasn't quite sure where to begin. With both hands, she gently parted the outer lips. Never having really seen a woman's sex before up close, she took the time to examine it. "Would you like me to give you an anatomy lesson, 57?" Fina asked her. Embarrassed, she nodded. "I know the basic layout... The opening is the vagina... " her thumb then reached to the hard nub that stood out straight between the lips, "and this is the.... clit, right? It's the part that feels good when you rub it .... but yes, I'd like to know more. Please." "OK, we will start with the basics. There are two sets of lips as you can see. They are called the labia majora, the outer ones, and the labia minora. Those are the inner ones. They are actually quite sensitive in their own right but many people ignore them and rush on to other things. This can be a mistake as there is much pleasure to be given through them if you take the time. Go ahead and run your fingers along them." Slowly, 57 traced her fingers along the outer lips. She ran them up and down their length and then parted them as she had before, but this time, she used her fingers to rub and gently pull on the inner lips too. She was amazed at the intricate details of a woman's pussy. She began to realize that, while both she and Fina had the same basic parts, the details were different. While her own pussy was fairly tidy with the inner lips normally hidden, Fina's inner lips protruded a bit from hers and their edges were tinged with a darker brown than the normal warm olive of her skin. 57 found she liked that. It made her think of layers that she could peel away to find the treasure buried beneath. "Yes 57, that feels very nice. You will notice that as you stroke them that they turn darker and enlarge, just as a penis does. This is a sign to look for in a woman to know she is becoming aroused. Now if you slide your finger upward between the inner lips you will see they attach to that little nub we were talking about before. That is called the clitoris and it is the main point of arousal for most women. Think of it as a small cock, because that's basically what it is, except it is more sensitive than any man's. Women are lucky in this. Stroke it and see how it reacts." 57 used her left hand's middle and index finger to hold apart the lips in a V shape to reveal Fina's clit and examined it closely. It was a hard and throbbing ruddy pink. She noticed it did have a little head on it just like a cock. With her free hand, she gently placed her index finger on it, and felt it twitch in response. She let her finger rest there, and felt it throb with each beat of Fina's heart. Feeling proud that she was getting such reactions, she wanted more. Remembering how much Fina had enjoyed it when she'd sucked on her clitoris with Master Evan, 57 inched her face closer. As she did, a rush of delicious smells entered her noise. It was sweet, musky... and it made her mouth water. Sticking her tongue out, she gave the hard nub a flick. Feeling Fina jerk and then moan softly in response, she did it again. "Ohhh!" Fina purred, "You are a very quick learner, 57. Something else you should know about the clitoris, or 'clit' for short, is that there is more there than meets the eye." Fina reached down and spread her lips with both hands and pulled back the hood so 57 could see her clit better. There's also a shaft just like a cock but it's buried behind the head, but you can still manipulate it for extra stimulation. Go ahead and give it a try. Pinch the tissue just behind the head and rub it up and down like you were rubbing the shaft of a tiny cock. You will be able to feel it in with your fingers." Doing as Fina described, 57 began to rub the tissue that was exposed when Fina pulled back the hood. It was soft, just like the rest of Fina. Taking it to the next level, 57 used two fingers to pinch it behind the head. Enjoying the response she was getting from Fina, she began to tighten her grip. Having Fina pull the hood back for her allowed 57 to get a look at the marvel in front of her. *It's so... beautiful. Why couldn't Lindsey's husband have taken the time to do something like this... I could get lost in here for days...* Her mouth began to water the longer she looked at Fina's sex. Keeping her hold on the buried part of her clit, she leaned in slowly and flicked her tongue across the head once again. "Mmmm, that is quite nice *mia amore*," Fina said softly, "You may want to be gentler with your fingers on some women, though what you're doing is fine for me. If you keep doing that, though, I may get distracted from your lesson. So, for now, let us move on. You can see the opening of my vagina lower down between my lips, yes?" "Yes," 57 said as she looked at the opening, "but what is this smaller hole above it?" "That is the opening of my urethra, where my pee comes from, my dear. There are techniques that can be used to stimulate this area either pleasurably or painfully, things such as *sounding*, for example, but that is a more advanced lesson for another day. We will bypass that for the moment if that is OK with you." "Yes," 57 said as she reminded herself to ask Trainer about "sounding" when she had the chance. She released Fina's clit and moved her fingers lower to bracket her vaginal opening. With Fina's lips spread, it gaped open just enough for 57 to get a peek inside, although all she could see was darkness and the hint of wet reflections. "Go ahead and slip a finger inside. Go slow and tell me what you feel." Extending her index finger, 57 slid it inside of Fina. Given the amount of wetness Fina produced, her finger slipped in with ease. "It is very wet in there... and warm. Much more than I would have expected." "The wetness is because you have excited me, 57," Fina said as she squeezed her muscles and trapped 57's finger inside of her. 57 gave a yelp of surprise at how tightly Fina's vaginal muscles gripped her. Feeling Fina around her finger made 57 wonder what it would feel like to have this tightness around a cock. Her memory flashed to the night before when her own pussy had captured Maestro's cock in such a grip. The recollection of the man also triggered the feeling of distaste she felt for him and she shook her head to dispel those thoughts. Serafina was *nothing* like him. She wiggled her finger inside to feel the texture of the tunnel. Wanting to feel more, 57's middle finger slipped in beside the other. She felt around before bringing her fingers back toward the entrance again. As she did, 57 noticed a patch with a different, almost corrugated texture. She rubbed the spot and realized it was causing Fina to react even more. "Do you like when I do this?" 57 asked as she continued to stroke that spot. Fina had grunted when 57 had first put pressure on that area and she enjoyed the wave of pleasure that the stimulation gave her. "You are very observant, 57. You have found my G-spot. It is an extra sensitive area that many women have inside their vaginas. If you continue to rub, it can make many women orgasm. It is even more pleasurable when combined with clitoral stimulation." Thinking about what Fina said, 57 continued to rub against her G-spot as her thumb reached up to her clitoris. As she began to massage it in a slow circular motion, the increased stimulation caused Fina's hands spasmodically reach out and grab the sheets in a tight grip. Using her left hand, 57 replaced Fina's to keep her hood pulled back as her right continued to work on giving Fina as much pleasure as she could. Her fingers began to pump in and out of her vagina and drag across her G-spot on each outstroke. Wanting to give her even more stimulation, 57 slipped her ring finger in too. She smiled to herself has she felt the opening stretch to accommodate the extra digit. Not to wanting to neglect the clit, 57 leaned forward, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked, not simply flicking it with her tongue as she had before. "I see... you have... found how stretchy vaginas are," Fina panted through the increasing arousal 57's actions were causing. "You may put more in if you desire. I have had quite large things put inside me in the past." "Like what?" 57 paused and asked curiously. *How much could really fit in this small opening?* "I have had very large toys inserted into me during play and also whole hands. Is that something you would like to try?" Nodding, 57 asked, "Could I do that right now? I won't hurt you will I?" "Yes, go ahead. I find the sensation of being stretched very pleasurable. Just go slowly at first." Gently, 57 slipped her pinky into join her other fingers. She pushed forward and her palm slid in to the thumb. Fina shivered and moaned in response. Staring fascinated at her hand, 57 slowly rotated it clockwise and counter-clockwise, feeling the canal relax and stretch to accommodate her. After a few minutes of this, she was ready to take it to the next level. Pulling out slightly, she folded her thumb against her palm and pushed back in. Her hand sunk farther and farther until she reached the joint where her thumb joined her hand. The opening resisted for a moment before Fina took a deep breath, blew it out and relaxed. She then reached down, grabbed 57's wrist and pushed. The edge of Fina's opening slowly slipped over the obstruction and 57's entire hand finally popped inside. "Wow," she whispered under her breath as she saw her hand disappear entirely inside her friend's vagina. Once there, she tried wiggling it and then moving her hand in and out, slowly at first but picking up speed as she saw that she wasn't hurting Fina. On the instroke, she sunk her hand in to the wrist and, on the outstroke pulled out until just before the point where she had been stuck before. Serafina was in heaven. She could feel an orgasm approaching and she could tell it was going to be a big one. 57 awoke in her an almost animalistic lust and she was finding it a bit hard to go slow and let her take things at her own pace, though she knew that was what the woman needed. "*Dio!*" she groaned, "You are going to make me cum. Do not stop!" Hearing Fina say she was about to cum made 57 feel a warm glow. She was accomplishing something she'd never thought would happen; she was going to make a woman orgasm all on her own. Feeling energized at this revelation, she picked up the pace of her fucking. With thumb of her left hand, 57 reached out to rub Fina's clit hard and fast as she raised her eyes to watch the shuddering woman's approaching climax. Serafina's hips came off the cushion and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her muscles clamped down hard on 57's invading hand as she tipped over into orgasm, her body quivering and shaking as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. The near-seizure lasted for nearly a minute before she collapsed back onto the cushion and sighed, "Thank you for that, my dear. You have made me a very happy, very satisfied instructor." Proud of herself, 57 said, "You're welcome. Thank you for letting me experience all these new things." Slowly, she eased her fist out of Fina. It was completely coated in vaginal juices. 57 looked at her hand, then up at Serafina. Keeping eye contact, 57 brought her hand to her lips and sensuously dragged her tongue through the creamy coating. To her surprise, Fina sat up and her tongue joined in the cleaning. Seeing her taste herself was a turn on, but it didn't compare to the feeling of Fina's tongue against her skin. *If her tongue feels this good on just my hand... I wonder how it would feel against my own... clit.* Fina smiled at her friend and said, "Now I think it is time for you to lay back and let *me* explore. I find that every partner is an opportunity to learn new things and I am eager to find what you can teach me." "I doubt I can teach you anything, Fina. You are well-educated in this... much, much more than me," 57 said as she stood up to switch places with her, looking away from her friend. Fina stood alongside her, gently took her chin in her hand and turned her head to meet her eyes, "Listen to me, 57. I've seen some of what you can do. Just because you are not fully trained, does not mean you have nothing to offer. Insecurity is a major turn off. You do not want to turn me off, do you?" Shaking her head, 57 said, "No, I don't." "Good," she continued, "Confidence is sexy. Even if you are not feeling it inside, you need to learn to show it on the outside. You are to be a professional, trained in the art of love, and your demeanor is a big part of what makes you desirable." "Yes, Serafina." Serafina stroked 57's cheek lovingly with her fingertips and said, "Now lay back, *cara mia*." The sound of Fina's sultry voice made 57 shiver. Following instructions, 57 laid back on the mattress. The first round of their lovemaking had left her soaking wet and almost painfully aroused, and the fact that her re-engineered body magnified all of those sensations only served to make the feeling even more intense. Seeing this innocent girl at her mercy built the fire of Serafina's passion higher. *So many options,* she thought to herself, smiling inwardly. She knelt at 57's feet and then, slowly and sensuously, crawled up the length of 57's body, her hard nipples tracing dual, erotic paths along her smooth skin. Coming to a stop with her knees astride 57's hips, their breasts rubbing together, Fina looked down at 57, gazing into her crystal blue eyes and smiling. She could see the burning desire there and knew it was mirrored in her own. Prolonging the moment, she brushed an errant strand of hair from the woman's cheek and said teasingly, "Is there something you desire, *mia amore?"* With her heart racing and her body yearning for Fina, 57 whispered, "Yes..." without breaking eye contact. Serafina leaned down, bringing her lips close. Barely brushing them against 57's, she breathed, "And what would that be?" "I want..." 57 whispered breathlessly, "*you*." The moment Fina heard 57's response, she closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. 57 prodded with her tongue and Fina opened her mouth, welcoming it in. As the kiss intensified, Fina slipped her knee between 57's legs and the woman spread them apart to let her in. Fina ran her leg up between them until her thigh came to rest against the wet cleft of 57's sex. Fina abandoned 57's lips to explore elsewhere. Knowing that the neck is a major erogenous zone for most women, she nibbled, licked, kissed and bit her way along that smooth curve of porcelain skin. She knew she'd hit the spot by 57's response. Lifting her hips, 57 ground her pussy against Serafina's thigh. She wrapped her arms around Fina's body, and let her hands caress the delicious curve of her back. Wanting Fina as close as possible, 57 tightened her grip and pulled Fina against her, mashing their chests together. Sensing how badly 57's body ached for more stimulation, Fina began to kiss lower. But in order to do so, she had to move her leg away from 57's pussy. Feeling Fina's leg slip away, 57 gasped in surprise,"No!...Please?" Smiling, Fina reassured her, "Do not worry, *cara mia.* I have plans for you that involve much more than my leg... although it seems that even that has made you very wet." Blushing, 57 said, "All because of you." The moment she said that, 57 flashed back to how hard Lindsey had worked to suppress any thought of being turned on by a woman and the shame such thoughts engendered. Shaking her head, she pushed those memories away. *I am not Lindsey anymore. This is a new me. I am 57.* Fina's luscious lips had continued on their downward path and found their way to 57's breasts. Grabbing the her pale white orb in one hand, Fina began to massage it as her mouth latched onto 57's pink, half dollar sized aureola. Pulling 57's hardening nipple into her mouth, Fina began to suck on it, interspersed with nibbles. Having Fina suck on her nipple set off fireworks in 57's body. Fire that traveled straight to her clit. The incredible sensitivity of her new body pushed her lust to new heights. Still, she wanted, *she needed,* more. Moaning, she tangled her fingers in the hair on the back of Fina's head and pulled her down to her breast. Sensing that burning need, Fina took 57's nipple in her teeth and bit down. The response was as electrifying as it was immediate. 57's back arched, and her hips slammed up against Fina's belly as she shivered into an orgasm. The intense sensation combined with the memory of the last time her nipple had been bitten by Mary the cook pushing her over the edge. Knowing 57's body was in overdrive and that she was still learning control, Fina was not surprised by how quickly she'd climaxed. Keeping stimulation on the woman's sensitive nipples with her fingers, Fina looked down at 57, "Did you enjoy that?" Drifting in her post-orgasmic high, 57 simply nodded. Observing 57's blissed-out condition, Serafina giggled and said, "I guess that was a stupid question." 57's eyes peeked open. She grinned and purred, "Mmmmhmmm." With her right hand, Fina reached down and slid her fingers between 57's pussy lips, coating them with her juices. Then bringing her fingers to her lips, Fina sucked them clean, but instead of swallowing, she leaned down and kissed 57 open mouthed, giving her friend a taste too. Only having Fina's addictive, naturally sweet juices as a reference point, 57 was hesitant to taste herself. But when Fina's tongue danced with her own, 57 found she very much enjoyed it. Her flavor was not quite as heavenly as Fina's in her opinion, but it was darn close. *Why wouldn't Lindsey's husband have ever even tried to taste this?* she wondered. 57 was fast realizing that oral sex was not as disgusting as Lindsey had been taught to believe. Breaking the kiss, Fina smiled. "I enjoyed making you cum too, but I think I would like this from the source." Sliding down 57's body once more, her friend's flawless cunt was soon before her face. Her glistening lips were simply too tempting to ignore, and she dragged her tongue along them wanting to get every delicious drop of nectar. Normally Fina would take her time teasing her lovers, building them up as much as she could, but something about 57 made it difficult to be patient. Once she'd realized what Fina was about to do, 57 had held her breath in anticipation. She wasn't quite sure what to expect as no one had ever had their lips on her pussy. As her friend's tongue made contact, a low moan escaped her. It felt amazing, much different than when she'd played with herself as Lindsey. Never in this life or her previous one, had someone taken the time to give her pleasure for its own sake. What sex she'd experienced had always been about the other person using her for their enjoyment or, more recently, as a way to teach her something. At first, she found it hard to let herself go and just enjoy the sensation, her mind still stuck in the mode of trying to please others, but as the stimulation continued, 57 became lost in the feeling. Slowly, she began to let go and simply allow herself to enjoy being the center of attention without guilt. The protesting voice of Lindsey in her head faded away to nothing and she let herself concentrate on what her body was telling her. From her study of 57's mental profile, Serafina was intimately aware of the woman's sexual history. Knowing that this was 57's first time to be treated as a sexual equal, she was determined to make the experience as pleasurable and memorable as possible. She was literally going where no one had gone before. In this, however, she was uniquely qualified due to her long experience in pleasing others of both sexes and the inside knowledge she had as to what made 57 "tick". Serafina pressed her tongue into the cleft between 57's labia, letting it sink into the warm, wet space between them. The taste was intoxicating to her and she eagerly probed the recesses trying to get as much of it as she could. Soon her experienced tongue found its target, the hard bud of 57's clit. She traced a slow circle around it, feeling her friend tremble in response. Sensing another impending explosion, Fina lifted her head momentarily, looked up at 57 and said, "Try to hold off your orgasm and let the feeling build, *cara mia.* I know you have had some practice with this. You will be rewarded for your effort. I promise you." As Fina's words registered on her nearly overwhelmed brain, 57 bit the inside of her lip and fought for a moment to gain control as she'd learned to do. Then, opening her eyes and meeting Fina's she replied, "I'll do my best." "I know you will," Fina said, still smiling before returning to the task at hand. Slipping a finger between 57's labia, she gave her clit a rub seeing the woman's muscles clench as she did. She only did that for a moment though, before she slid it lower to circle in her vaginal entrance teasingly. 57's hips thrust upward, wanting to capture the invading digit inside her. Fina wasn't quite ready to oblige her yet and continued to wiggle her finger just inside the sensitive opening, moving her hand along with the girl's hips. 57 grit her teeth and moaned. The teasing was frustrating but also very pleasurable. It was another way of submitting herself to the will of another and that was something that never failed to excite her. Doing her best to stay in control of her arousal, she tried to pay attention to the signals her body was sending her. She was finding that the more she practiced her orgasm control techniques the easier it became. Fina let her eyes wander over her friend's body, carefully observing the signs of arousal; little things like the hardening of her nipples, the goosebumps chasing themselves across her skin and the flush building up on her upper chest and breasts, combined with the more obvious ones such as her labored breathing, thrusting hips and impassioned moans. All of those allowed Fina's well-trained senses to gauge exactly how turned on 57 was and to play her body like a finely tuned instrument, building her slowly to a crescendo of passion. Judging the time to be right, she slipped her finger inside the wet tunnel of the woman's vagina. The reaction from 57 was immediate as she captured the invading digit in a vice-like grip and a long, guttural utterance of "*Fuuuuucccckkkk!*" escaped from her lips. She'd never before wanted something to be inside her as badly she did at that moment. In her past life as Lindsey, she'd simply tolerated her husband's cock inside her, merely wanting him to do the act and get it over with. When her new body's virginity had been taken the night before, she'd found the physical act pleasurable but her visceral dislike for Maestro had got in the way of any emotional enjoyment. This was not at all the case with Serafina. This time she was involved, body *and* soul. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she willed her clenching pussy to relax and allow Fina to use her as she so desperately needed to be used. Feeling her finger's release from its momentary imprisonment, Fina began to explore. 57 was tight... very tight, as was to be expected considering that she'd only been penetrated once before. The tunnel held her like the finger of a well-fitted silk glove, albeit a very warm and wet one. The muscles of its walls quivered from the building passion, clenching and unclenching as she began to slowly work her digit in and out. Reaching up with her free hand, Fina pinched 57's nipple, forcing another impassioned moan from her. To 57, it felt like there was a wire running directly from there to her clit and the pinch sent a jolt of erotic electricity coursing through the connection. It never ceased to amaze her how sensitive her nipples were now, the slightest touch getting her aroused. Fina wasn't done however, not by a long shot. Releasing the trainee's nipple, she pulled back her hand and gave the breast a hard slap. 57 gasped and her body stiffened from the shock of the blow, but the tingling and warm glow that followed made her groan in pleasure. "Oh my God Fina, that felt amazing. *More...* Please?" "Of course dear. It would be my pleasure," she replied as she pulled back and sideswiped 57's right breast open-palmed and then backhanded the left on the return swing. "Is that to your liking?" 57 grunted as each blow landed and then said with feeling, "Holy *shit!* I'm not sure I can hold out much longer. You're gonna make me cum!" "Not yet, love. Hold it for me. I want to give you an orgasm like you have never had before." "Every orgasm I've had since I woke up in this body has been like I've never had before," 57 whimpered, but nodded her assent. Serafina was pushing her to her limits but she was determined to do as she was told, trusting her friend's words and experience. Fina cranked it up another notch when she pushed a second finger into her and located her g-spot. 57 gasped as Fina expertly maneuvered her fingers. As they rubbed against the sensitive portion of her tunnel, 57 struggled hard to stay in control. She bit her lip hoping the pain would distract her as she willed her body to hold back her orgasm. Observing the look of intensity on 57's face, Fina could tell that the woman was working hard, but she wasn't one to take things easy. She was curious as to how much her friend could actually take. Leaning down, she let her tongue slip once more between 57's labia and tease the hard bud of her clit. Moaning, 57 began to plead breathlessly, "Fina... Please... I need to..." Just as she was about to say "cum", Fina's tongue contacted her clit. Erotic energy exploding from her pussy, 57 arched her back, and nearly screamed, "PLEASE!" "My dear..." Fina responded between licks, "you may..." as she said this, she positioned one of her fingers at the opening of 57's asshole and rubbed it in the wetness flowing from her pussy. "*CUM!*" she commanded as she pushed it inside. Hearing that word and feeling Fina's finger invade her backside triggered 57's violent release. "Fuccccccck!" she cried out as her hands went to the side of Fina's head to hold in place. All the muscles of her body strained, and the breath was forced from her lungs. Serafina's face was bathed in wetness, more than she could manage to lap up. As the waves of orgasm finally subsided, 57's muscles turned to jello and she loosened her grip on Fina's head. Nervelessly, her hands fell onto her belly. Serafina didn't stop however, she pushed a second finger into 57's ass and started roughly fucking it in and out, along with the fingers in her pussy, using both of her tight holes. "Again, 57," she ordered as she sucked the girl's clit back in her mouth. Expecting to have a breather, 57 was taken by surprise. Initially she was almost unbearably sensitive. "Fina... No...." 57 began as she moaned at the almost overwhelming intensity of what she was feeling, "No more... I can't." Then, her lust reawakening, 57's hips began to move of their own volition, grinding her pussy against Fina's face. Within moments, she felt another climax building, even more intense than before. "Fuck! Oh God!! Fina I'm gonna cum again!!" Hearing 57's cry, Fina worked even harder, pushing 57 through any barriers that stood in her way. Suddenly, her fingers were clamped in a vice-like grip by both of 57's holes and, in response, Fina wrapped her lips around the girl's clit and sucked hard. 57 was wracked by tremors as her second climax rocketed through her body, taking her, as promised, to where she'd never been before. Wave after wave crashed through her as the intense orgasm went on and on. When it finally began to subside, she found it difficult to even form coherent thoughts. 57 had never cum back-to-back like that and she was amazed anew at how powerfully her new body responded. Still a bit breathless, she propped herself up on her elbows and raised her head to look down at Serafina. From between her legs, Fina met her eyes, her face shiny with 57's juices. "Even with my cum all over you, you look flawless. How do you manage to do that?" 57 asked with a chuckle. "I suppose I am just talented, no?" Fina giggled as she scooted up to cuddle her friend as she came down from her orgasmic high. She snuggled up against 57's side, resting her head on her friend's shoulder and ran her fingertips across the sweaty skin of her breast, tracing the outline of the pink handprint that was the result of her earlier slap. Fina's caresses felt marvelous and 57 was surprised to find that she still wanted more. In fact, it seemed that her orgasms had only served to build her lust higher. Taking the initiative, she rolled onto her side and kissed her friend with growing passion. Finally breaking the kiss, she said, "I want to make you feel like you just made me feel, but I want us to do it together..." Without waiting for a response, 57 rotated her body, straddled Fina's face and leaned down to run her tongue along Fina's perfect slit. Serafina smiled inwardly as 57 took control of the situation, pleased that her friend was learning that she didn't always have to be passive. Those thoughts were pushed into the background, however, when 57's tongue slipped into her pussy. What 57 lacked in experience was more than made up for in her enthusiasm and Fina's body immediately responded. 57 focused all of her attention on pleasing Serafina. Doing her best to apply what she'd learned so far, she wrapped her lips around her friend's hard clit and sucked while swirling her tongue around its head. The taste was almost indescribable and awoke a craving deep inside her. 57 was slowly coming to grips with the fact that she was loving sex with a woman. This session with Fina was the most emotionally fulfilling sexual encounter she'd had in her life so far. She wasn't sure if that meant that she was really a lesbian (Lindsey's internal voice momentarily awoke in rebellion at that thought) or if this was simply a facet of her sexuality that had always been inside her but unexplored. Either way, she promised herself that this wouldn't be the last time she'd experience Sapphic love. She was through suppressing these feelings and thinking they were wrong. If this was sinful, then she would happily be a sinner. With that decision made, she locked Lindsey's protesting voice back into her mental box. This inner dialog was interrupted when Fina mirrored what 57 was doing to her. Fina's hands reached around 57's hips and pulled her pussy down against her face. Extending her tongue, she ran it up and down the length of her friend's pussy, clit to asshole, circling them in turn with her tongue at the end of each transit. 57 moaned in response around Fina's clit and the vibration served to excite her friend even more. Fina's knees came up and she angled her pelvis so 57 could have better access. The trainee took immediate advantage and plunged her tongue as deeply as she could into Fina's vagina, fucking it like she wished she could do if she had a cock. Remembering being told that she could do whatever she wanted, 57 slipped her hand around the back of Serafina's thigh, her fingers searching for, and then finding the woman's asshole. She thought back to how amazing it had felt when her own had been used earlier and wanted to see how it felt to do that to another. There was copious wetness running over it, both from Fina's secretions and 57's tongue, allowing her to easily wiggle her middle finger inside the tight opening. "Yesssss..." Fina moaned in response, "that feels *fantastico*, love." "I want to make you cum again. Can you do that for me, Fina?" 57 asked, momentarily raising her head and watching in fascination as her finger slowly fucked her friend's backdoor. "That will be no problem at all, *mia amore*. I am already well on the way. Just keep doing as you are," Fina replied huskily, "I want you to do the same. Cum along with me," with that, she concentrated her attention on 57's clit. 57 sucked in her breath sharply and fought for control, wanting to hold off until her friend was ready too. Her index finger slipped into the wet tunnel of Fina's vagina and she began to move in and out of both holes. Lowering her head again, her mouth sought her friend's clit, kissing, sucking and licking it in turn. She could feel Fina's muscles tremble around her imbedded fingers as her passion built toward its peak. As for herself, 57 was amazed at how her body could want more after the intense orgasms she'd already had, but it did and she began to grind her pussy against Fina's face. Fina stuck out her tongue and let 57's grinding direct where it went. The wetness coming from the woman's pussy coating her face once more. Her own orgasm was building again and she fought to focus her concentration on bringing 57 to the edge too. Reaching around her friend's ass with one arm to pull her down again, Fina wrapped her lips around 57's clit and sucked. Then, echoing what was happening to her own holes, she pushed two fingers into the trainee's pussy. The feeling of Fina's digits entering her was electrifying, and caused shivers to course through 57's body. Within moments, she found herself teetering on the precipice, her orgasm seeking to pull her down into its chaotic embrace once more. Sensing her lover's state, Serafina released the mental bonds holding her own climax at bay, surrendering herself to it. Then nearly screamed into 57's pussy as the dam burst and waves of sensation washed over her. Fina's explosive release triggering her own, 57 felt herself sucked into the maelstrom once more. Conscious thought receded as she shook and shivered atop her climaxing friend, to finally leave them both spent, panting and trembling as they each floated in a post-orgasmic fog. Eventually, their orgasmic tremors subsided and, after taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, 57 climbed off of Serafina's body. Laying down next to her tutor, she snuggled herself close, her taller frame molding itself to her friend's curves. She nuzzled her face into Fina's neck, the long brown hair tickling her cheek. They both smelled of sweat and sex, but neither cared. In fact, 57 found the scent intoxicating. She reached out and trailed her fingers lazily across Fina's skin, tracing a path down her neck and between her breasts, finally letting her hand come to rest on the woman's flat stomach, feeling it move with her soft breathing. Serafina purred in response, "Mmmm. I hope you enjoyed your lessons today as much as I did, dearest." "I did, very much," 57 replied softly, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the sensation of having Fina's warm body pressed against her, "That was the most amazing sexual experience I've ever had; and to think it was with a woman..." She opened her eyes and her voice turned serious, "Fina, does this mean I'm a... lesbian?" Fina turned her head and placed a soft kiss on 57's forehead, "I am sure that is not the case, although there would be nothing wrong if you were. Take me as an example. I enjoyed our lovemaking very much but it did nothing to make me desire men less. I think you will discover that, once you find the right male partner, you will enjoy sex with them just as much, if not more than what you have experienced with me tonight. I know that, for me, it is the person I am with that excites me, not what they have between their legs." "I do know that I got aroused by sex with Maestro last night, even though..." 57 paused not knowing if she should share her thoughts on her former online Dom with Fina. "Even though you found him personally distasteful?" Fina finished for her. "Yes," 57 replied softly, her cheeks turning red as she remembered her defiant behavior and the punishment it engendered. "I agree that his behavior was boorish and I can see why you felt the way you did. I can guarantee that not all of your male partners will be like him," Fina said soothingly, "but, let us put those negative thoughts away for now and simply enjoy our time together." With that, Fina rolled to face her friend, pulled her close, and entwined their legs together. 57 sighed contentedly then, suddenly remembering something, she said, "Fina, I totally forgot about the other room you were telling me about." "Do not worry about it, love," she replied with a smile, "I am sure there will be opportunities in the future to introduce you to my playroom. I think what you needed tonight was to make love without adding too many distractions. Our bodies are the best sex toys after all." "That's very true," 57 replied and returned Fina's smile, "I could spend years exploring yours, and feel that I'd only scratched the surface." She ran her fingernails lightly down the curve of Fina's back to emphasize her point. "And I would happily let you," Fina sighed as she brushed her lips lightly over 57's, "but I fear it is getting late and we both have a full schedule tomorrow. I do not think your Trainer would appreciate me wearing you out to the point where you could not concentrate on his lessons." "No, I'm sure he wouldn't," 57 responded seriously, as she moved to get up, "I'll head for my room now." Serafina placed a restraining hand on her arm and said, "No 57, you need not leave. Stay with me tonight. I will make sure you get up early enough to prepare for your morning session." Relaxing once more into her friend's embrace 57 replied, "Thank you. I would like that very much." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ 57 laid in the darkness and listened to the susurrus of Fina's breathing. She'd awoken a few minutes before and had been momentarily disoriented by the feeling of a warm body pressed against her, until she remembered where she was. Serafina's back was spooned against her stomach and 57's arm was around her chest, her hand cupping a soft, warm breast. She felt tears well in her eyes, momentarily overcome by emotion. She'd missed this kind of intimate contact with another person. It appeared she'd found a friend in Serafina, or at least she hoped so. She really wanted to believe that but she also knew that Fina worked for the Corp and had been assigned to help train her. She had no idea of the Corp's true motivations. From what she'd seen so far, they seemed to be a shadowy, uncaring entity that operated outside the law and treated people as property. She had no reason to trust them. The thing was, she found herself powerfully attracted to the role the Corp seemed to intend her to fill. Of course that wasn't surprising since she'd literally been designed for it. She thought back to Lindsey's fantasies about being abducted and turned into a slave. Now, she was living those fantasies, but not as Lindsey. Fina was correct when she said that her identification with her former self would fade. Her acceptance of what they'd done tonight was evidence of that. Momentarily, she wondered what Lindsey was doing right now. It wasn't really that much of a mystery. She'd be asleep in her bed, back turned toward her snoring husband, just another suburban housewife with secret dreams that would never be fulfilled. There would be no spooning, no warm afterglow of sex, no real closeness at all. While there may have *been* sex, it wouldn't have left her feeling as she did now -- connected, content, *loved*. That thought gave her pause. Did she truly love Serafina? Honestly, she couldn't really say. She knew that she cared for Fina and, she had to admit, lusted after her, but love?. The only persons that she'd truly loved in her life had been her sons, but that was a different type of love, that of a mother for her children. She didn't really have a point of reference to allow her to label what she felt for Fina, and her former self would have been appalled that she was even considering such a question. Idly, she wondered what Serafina truly thought of her. Was all of this an act she performed simply to further her training? 57 couldn't bring herself to believe that. When she'd looked into her friend's eyes she'd seen real passion and caring there. Maybe not to the extent that 57 felt, but it was there. For now, she decided to accept that, unless and until Serafina gave her a reason to think otherwise. With that thought, her hand gave a gentle squeeze to her friend's breast and, in response, Fina sighed softly in her sleep and snuggled back against her. Briefly, she began to speculate on what the next day had in store, but then pushed those thoughts from her mind. What was going to happen, would happen. She had no real choice in the matter. For now, she simply wanted to relax and enjoy this feeling of closeness. Letting her eyes drift shut, she let herself sink into sleep once more.

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Service with a Smile "What is it, sister?" a barely hushed voice asked. It was smooth and sensuous but the tone and pacing of the words betrayed an impatience and excitement. "I am not sure, sister." Said a similar voice, it was much like the one that had spoke prior to it, but slowly, more patient, and most definitely aware of what did and did not constitute a whisper. "It looks like a dragon, sister." The more rash and hyper voice said. "It DOES look like a dragon, sister. But it is fuzzy." The calmer replied. "It is very fuzzy. It looks delightfully soft. And also cute." "It is indeed very cute, and soft, and likely quite warm. Cold blooded creatures seldom have fur." "And it is likely a dragon. Dragons are usually very warm." "And look at the way it has its wings wrapped around itself as it sleeps, making itself even warmer. It looks perfect for our uses. Don't you think, sister?" The louder, more rambunctious voice giggled, "Oh yes, it does indeed, though one wonders if it is male or if it is female. It is so very hard to see with those wings covering most everything." The calmer voice chuckled as well, "Male or female, it does not particularly matter. Gender is of no consequence to our magic. Its warmth will serve us well in incubating our eggs within its soft furred body." -o- Skarth yawned and stretched. The yawning part went according to plan, but the stretching was severely limited by the presence on manacles on his wrists and ankles. The bipedal manadragon blinked his eyes and looked around in confusion. He found himself not only strapped to some sort of large stone slab, but totally bereft of clothes as well. What was more worrisome is that his messenger pouch was nowhere within sight. He had a letter to deliver to someone in the swamp, and it was quite important that it arrive. Skarth's superior had been quite clear on this point, it was incredibly important for diplomatic relations that the message reach its intended target. "Umm... hello?" he called into the darkness, wincing at the echo. "I didn't mean to trespass or anything, I just stopped to take a nap. I have a message to deliver to Lillith Ekkis, do you know where she lives?" Four eyes opened in the darkness, two red and two blue. "I am Lillith." Said a slow, quiet voice. "I am Ekkis." Said a louder, more boisterous voice that seemed to be barely concealing a giggle. "My sister and I thank you for your delivery." Lillith said as the two approached the captive manadragon. "The letter is an order for several of the magical creatures my sister and I craft." Ekkis virtually purred. "And your arrival is most fortunate, as warm blood is needed in their creation." Lillith said, white fangs glimmering as they caught the light. "And you are indeed very warm." "And also soft." Ekkis added. "Very soft, but mostly warm." Lillith agreed. The twin sorceresses slithered into the small cone of light. Skarth gasped at the sight of them, for they were one, two heads atop a single serpentine body. Pure black scales gleamed in the light, the right half of their body sporting red stripes, the left blue, merging to a deep purple. The sorceresses smiled at him, their clawed hands stroked Skarth's fur, all three moaned softly. "Equally soft and warm." Lillith, the blue head, purred, "Both of great importance to us." "Warm for the eggs, and soft for us." Ekkis said with a giggle. Skarth's fur fluffed in a blush and his member began to swell at the mention of eggs. "And... uh... what are you planning to do with these eggs, exactly?" he asked shyly. "Put them in you, of course!" the twin serpents said simultaneously. The dragon's arousal grew. He rather liked playing with eggs, pushing them into himself, expelling them again; big eggs, little eggs, all kinds of eggs. He had a large collection of rather sturdy, rather smooth egg shaped toys that he used for indulging his desires. "Don't worry, little puffball, we will be gentle. You will carry them and warm them until they can be hatched, and then you will lay them." Lillith purred, patting his cheek. "There will be no pain. Our magic will ensure that you can take all that we have to offer without discomfort. Though..." Ekkis paused, looking downward. "Why dear sister," she said with a huge grin, "It appears that our fuzzy dragon has some sort of interest in being filled with eggs." Lillith's gaze went to the manadragon's erection, her own lips parting in a wide grin as well. "Most certainly he does, unless, of course, he has a great interest in serpentine women." "Perhaps both?" Ekkis offered. Skarth only blushed deeper, rather embarrassed to be the center of attention as he was. "It's both." He said softly, shyly, cutely. With a wave of their hands, the twins summoned a large basket filled with eggs. The size of a hen's egg, they were colored differently, each a bright green that glowed and pulsed softly in the near darkness of the room. Lillith plucked one from the basket and began to lick it, while Ekkis wrapped her scaled hand around Skarth's cock and began to stroke. The manadragon moaned softly and bucked gently into her grip, drawing giggles from both sisters. "I think he will make a wonderful egg warmer, sister." Lillith purred. "I think he will make a wonderful bed warmer, sister." Ekkis added. The blue serpent brought the egg to the tip of Skarth's member, the manadragon's erection glistening and slick with precum. She rubbed it over the slit, pushing ever so slightly, teasing him with it. Ekkis bent her long, flexible neck as only a snake could, putting her eye to crotch with Skart. "Hmm, my dear sister, I do believe our soft little dragon has done something like this before." Lillith's smile widened and the egg in her hand began to change, growing larger. It retained its green color, but the pulses of light turned it blue when they blossomed. "Wonderful. Then he will greatly enjoy the gift this egg will grant him, allowing him to be filled with as many eggs as we desire, all without pain, discomfort, or much of a mess." She hissed. The twin serpents' shared form crouched, both heads just inches away from the manadragon. Skarth couldn't contain himself anymore, with a soft growl the manadragon thrust as far as his bonds would allow, his seed splattering over his belly, legs, and tail, as well as the hands and heads of both sorceresses. "Some messes are enjoyable." Ekkis giggled and began to lick her sister clean. "Oh yes, and useful too. Especially now that our little enchantment egg is fully powered, and is now all slick and ready to go in." Lillith added, before returning the licking. Skarth's fur stood on end as the egg was pushed into his member. It vibrated softly with the magical power contained within, power that began to flow into the manadragon's body. He felt things move and shift slightly within him and a strange sensation filled every bit of him for a moment, and then it was gone. Unfortunately so was the egg inside of him. Skarth looked up at the sorceresses, a pleading look in his eyes. Somehow the basket of small eggs had vanished, and had been replaced with a singular, large egg. Larger than anything Skarth had taken in his egg play before. He opened his muzzle to protest, but the serpents lifted the egg and began to push it into his tailhole. The manadragon's protests were muted by a long, drawn out moan of purest pleasure as his rump stretched to accommodate the heavy egg. It grew wider and wider, entering him with only minimal resistance. He felt his insides clutching at it, his own muscles helping to pull it inward into himself. The manadragon felt hungry, famished, but not for food. He felt empty, he needed something inside of him to fill the aching void. His belly bulged slightly as the egg was halfway into him. With a two handed shove from the serpents, Skarth's body was able to pull it fully in by itself. As the last of the shell vanished into him with a soft slurping sound, the manadragon shivered with pleasure. His body had rewarded him for taking the egg inside himself by giving him a sort of internal climax. "And now to energize the egg." Lillith said. "And give our fuzzy little dragon a bit of fun as well." Ekkis added. Both sisters looked downward. In the middle of their scaled body, just below where their form widened in an imitation of the curvy hips of a bipedal creature, was a barely visible divide in the scales. The lip parted ever so slightly as their cock slithered out. There was only one, unlike a true serpent. Unlike the rest of their body, it was brightly colored, a startling shade of purple. It was long and thin, and very dexterous and flexible, quite tentacle-like. "Oh sister, it has been so long..." whispered Ekkis. "So long since we have properly mated, rather than simply filling ourselves with our maleness." Lillith answered. The two seemed to ignore Skarth, their muzzles meeting in a kiss, arms wrapping around their shared torso in hug. The sorceresses reared up on their tail, lowering themselves onto the manadragon. Compared to the egg that had just been pushed into him, their cock was nothing, and yet his rump gripped it just as tightly. He could see why they desired warmth, while not cold, the member that slithered deeper and deeper into him felt cool against his insides. He could feel the tip of their cock pressing against something inside of him, something that was quickly coaxed open. Coaxed open and made him feel so very good as he was filled. Skarth adored having something inside of him like this, be it and egg or a cock, but the pleasure that this penetration gave him was something new, new and better. He felt himself instinctively begin to milk the serpentcock, eager to fertilize the huge egg placed inside his new egg pouch. The sisters began to focus on him now, and Skarth found two serpentine tongue suddenly seeking entry into his mouth. He closed his eyes and allowed them entry, enjoying the sweet kiss. Clawed fingers stroked his furred body, caressed his feathered wings, slipping beneath the chains of his bonds, unlocking them. The manadragon took advantage of the situation, hugging the serpents tightly, wrapping his feathered wings around them, being the good and snuggly bed warmer that they wanted him to be. His legs had been freed as well, and he wrapped them around the twins' waist, pulling their cock even deeper into him. His cock rubbed against the soft, smooth scales of their underbelly. "Such a wonderful little toy we have, sister." Lillith whispered, breaking the kiss with Skarth. "Yes we do, sister, he feels so very wonderful when we play with him." Ekkis hissed through clenched teeth in reply. "Mmm... c-c-can I get a.... AH! Word in?" Skarth moaned. The two serpents scowled at him. "Hush, toy." "Yes, hush." "Don't ruin the moment." "Or no more eggs for you." They teased, silencing him once again with their tongues. The manadragon felt the sisters tense. Having just recently climaxed, he didn't think he could be brought to feel the sensation again so quickly. But as the hermie serpent seed flooded into him, making the egg in his belly quiver with magical force, he felt himself driven to the brink as he had never been before. Like the egg crammed into his cock, this one seemed to pump magic into his body, making him feel strange. He felt the sensation of his form beginning to warp and he grinned, snuggling and placing his head between the sisters' own, eager to enjoy his new job. -o- Skarth yawned and stretched, slowly uncoiling his serpentine lower body from around his mistresses' own tail. He didn't miss his legs one bit, being all tail below the waist allowed him to be filled with so many more eggs. He put his hands to his fat, rounded middle. Massively pregnant, Skarth was currently incubating a specially designed dragon for his owners. The egg was almost as big as Skarth himself. The manadragon-lamia chuckled soflty, hugging his belly and resting his head on his breasts. Well, kinda-sort breasts. He had discovered that the sorceress' first spell had made his skin elastic and stretchy, and being an inquisitive, egg incubating, curious fluffball, he had pushed eggs into himself there. Lillith and Ekkis had found that incredibly cute, and made them permanent, and milk producing. Breakfast in bed for the twin snakes was just that. He shifted in the nest-like bed, reaching down and stroking his erection. Near permanent because of the constant presence of eggs, the organ was now used solely for pleasurable purposes, as his digestive system had altered to that of a serpent. His member looked quite undersized in comparison to the sack below it. Very little usable space went to waste on Skarth warm, fuzzy body. He caressed his scrotum, tracing over all the small eggs kept within. Just below that was the rounded bulk of his egg-filled tail. The second egg pouch in his lower body, also accessed by the opening that had once been his tailhole, wasn't nearly as full as he would have liked it to be. The sisters demanded proper cuddles, and that meant being able to entwine his tail in theirs. He lifted his wings, uncovering the slumber serpentesses snuggle up against him. He giggled softly, he had shifted a few eggs around in himself while they slept. Ones that were ready to be sent to their proper owners, as they were properly incubated and able to survive on their own. He so enjoyed it when the sister had to retrieve them manually, rooting around inside of him, sometimes having to crawl in to the waist. They scolded him for it and called him a naughty fuzzball, but he knew they loved it. After all, he was nice and warm inside. Yes, very warm, as they would say. "Wake up, Miss Lillith, Miss Ekkis." Skarth purred respectfully, nuzzling their necks with his muzzle. "It's time for breakfast."

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Title: 3 Teen Dancers, 2 Adult Men, 1 Orgy Tags: orgy, moresome, bisexual, teen, stepdaddy, stepdaughter, group, group sex Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. \*\*\* Trying to hide publicly what I was doing, I slipped my very-married right hand higher up the thigh of the gorgeous Latina sitting next to me at the fancy hotel restaurant. I'd only met the busty, 18-year-old brunette, and her other two dancer friends of the same age, less than a couple hours earlier in the hotel's lobby. The white tablecloth spilling into the teenager's lap largely hid my arm and hand as it progressed from her naked knee to the bottom edge of her thin shorts, my fingers caressing her silky-smooth thigh as she allowed me to reach higher. Glancing at her face, I saw her biting her lip, also trying to suppress her reaction as this grownup stranger -- me -- was inching closer and closer to her pussy mound. The exact same thing was happening on my other side as I sat in the restaurant booth, with my left hand caressing the velvety, tanned skin of a blonde 18 year old dancer's thigh. With long, straight golden hair past her petite shoulders and firm, smallish boobies inside a tight tee, the blonde was just as mouthwatering as the gorgeous brunette on my right. As unfathomable as it was to be about to grope the crotches of two hot teen dancers whom I just barely met, the situation was all the more absurd because the blonde girl's stepfather, Mark, was literally seated across the booth from me and the two girls. But trust me, he wasn't paying attention to where my hands were -- or, if he was, he clearly didn't care. At that moment, the third teen dancer, a skinny, tall girl with long, straight but wavy strawberry hair and the most gorgeous green eyes and thick lips you've ever seen, was seated hip to hip with the guy, and with their faces turned towards each other to whisper something secretly. While both his hands were on the table, their bodies were so close I was certain not just their hips but their legs and knees were probably mushed together under the table. Nothing like in the very early hours of the next morning -- when the hot brunette would be screaming, "Fuck that's so fuckin' hot!" up in a room of that hotel. With my strong adult hands reaching around her thin torso to grope her meaty C-cup tits, her skinny, bronze body was pumping up and down wildly, her tight teen pussy sliding on my stiff erection reverse-cowgirl style, her long black hair flying in my face behind her. Not that anyone else in the room was particularly listening to her, with the others busily engaged in their own latest moments of bliss in the impromptu, all-night-into-morning orgy. The Latina's squeal could have been referring to just about anything or everything happening around us at that moment. Maybe she was reacting to the feeling of my extra-thick penis drilling her tight teen pussy -- and not for the first time that evening or early morning. If I had to count, it was probably the fourth time I had my dick inside of her, what between taking turns fucking her friends too. Or maybe she was screaming from the silky warmth of her redhead teammate's 18-year-old tongue, simultaneously lapping coarsely on her clitoris, while my stranger's cock was stretching her pussylips. The skinny, hot redhead had her small ass stuck up in the air, wiggling around, while she bent down to the bedsheets so she could shove her tongue against the brunette's clitty, while occasionally licking my erection sliding in and out of the brunette's hole. Or possibly the brunette was squealing at the sight of her blonde, tanned 18-year-old teammate on her back next to all of us on the same bed, also moaning in heightened ecstasy while separately engaged in deep, penetrative sex with her stepfather for the first time ever -- "Uhhhh yesss fuck me Daddy!" the blonde grunted, wrapping her hands and thighs around the nude adult male body fucking her relentlessly. Yeah, because all of that had me throbbingly, achingly aroused too. \* \* \* \* This was completely out of character for me, trust me. I've been married almost twenty years and haven't cheated on my wife for over a decade, well, if you don't count a couple alcohol-fueled one-nighters on the road with other adult women. I actually think I have a really functional marriage, my wife is (as far as I can tell) completely devoted and committed to me, and my young kids seem quite happy with both their parents. I don't go on business trips like this one hoping to score pussy. I guess I'd say, this all happened so surprisingly -- and, what's a horny guy like me supposed to do, when three hot teenage dancers are hitting on me? It was early Sunday evening, around dinnertime locally, and I'd just checked into the hotel after a pretty long flight. In fact I'd already brought my bags up to my room, but came back down to the lobby to see if they had a color printer. I had a business conference the next day, a sort of presentation and a series of sales pitches, and had a supplemental handout I'd done on the flight. None of that matters, except, it put me in the lobby of the hotel. Two of the girls, the redhead and blonde, were hanging out in the lobby too. They were wearing identical dance team sweats -- zippered, long-sleeve tops and long pants -- embroidered with "DanceXpressions" on the backside, and wispy, colorful curves and stripes on the arms and thighs. The redhead's top was stitched with the name "Lanie," the blonde's with "Alexa." As I passed them I saw them eyeing me and, as sometimes happens with females, their eyes were checking out my very fit chest, flat tummy, and long legs. I enjoy receiving female attention time to time, even if it rarely leads to anything. But this one time, I found myself in a flirtatious mood, quite attracted to these girls. I actually thought they were college-age, but they told me they were both seniors in high school and on a "senior showteam" for their dance studio. Knowing nothing about dance competitions -- heck, I didn't even know dancers competed -- I stopped to chat with them a bit. Their faces still had excessive amounts of makeup, with eyeliner, eye shadow, rouge, and thick red lipstick. Frankly, they looked like babydolls or something, almost like fantasy characters, but chatty and bubbly and ever so cute. I told them my name (Gary), talked about being in this fairly exclusive hotel for a business meeting the next day, but mostly just wanted to hear about how pretty girls come to a hotel like this for a dance competition. The thin, tanned blonde, Alexa, was the more talkative of the two, although her taller redhead friend, Lanie, kept eyeing me playfully with a nervous grin. I'd say the redhead was probably around 5 foot 7 or something, quite a bit taller than the blonde, but I still had a good six inches on her myself, so I would look down at her time to time with a friendly grin before turning my attention to the hot blonde. I'm sure they saw me noticing their thin frames, although their sweats didn't show off much shape of their bosoms. Behind the two girls, I saw a third girl in the same sweats, the very attractive Latina brunette with the name "Gina" on her zippered top. She was standing at the front desk with an adult man, a tall, thin guy who definitely didn't look Latin so I presumed it wasn't that girl's father. The brunette was looking over at her two friends chatting with me, and my eyes might have caught the attractive brunette's eyes momentarily a couple of times too. Soon enough, the brunette had wandered over to listen into the conversation I was having with the blonde. I suspected my fun flirting was coming to an end, as the other adult guy came over to us. Making sure he wasn't going to accuse me of anything untoward, I made sure to lock my eyes on his, give him a big grin, and I stuck my hand out to him. Told him my name, asked if he was the "handler" for this "wild pack of dancers here." He was, said his name was Mark, said they just finished a competition and their team did better than usual. The girls all rolled their eyes and giggled, I suppose, this wasn't the kind of performance they'd hoped to have. Then he told the girls they could do a late check-out the next morning, so they could all sleep in before driving back to their home city. For a moment, there was that dreaded lull in the conversation, and I expected I'd just excuse myself and let the four go about their evening. But the guy noticed I had a small emblem on my knit shirt, and he pointed at it. "You a grad of Tech State?" he asked hopefully. Indeed I was, as was he. Instantly, we bonded, graduates of the same college basically on the other side of the country from the hotel. How random is that? With the three girls looking bewildered at two adult men talking sports, we quickly established we were a couple years apart -- he was six years my senior -- but lived in the same dorms our freshman years. We both hated our current football coach, were hopeful for the basketball team's chances, and missed the campus. So my mild, pointless flirtations with a couple hot dancers turned into an invitation to join the four of them for dinner, at the hotel restaurant right behind us. Of course I naturally begged off, not wanting to intrude and so forth, but Mark insisted I join them. Looking at the smiling faces of those three beautiful young women, I wasn't about to turn away from the opportunity. \* \* \* \* I never really expected dinner with the four of them to be anything beyond innocent, meaningless fun. Yes, the girls were smoking hot. The girls went up to get changed out of their dance competition outfits, and all came back down in t-shirts and shorts. Fuck, the three of them had unbelievable legs and butts. Creamy, sleek athletic thighs, and tight muscular asses -- the brunette's was the most round but still was nowhere close to fat, while the blonde had a narrow ass and the redhead barely any butt at all on her skinny frame. The redhead had an equally thin torso, while the petite blonde had a bit of curve to her shirt, suggesting smallish breasts. The brunette's chest was unusually large for her thin frame, sporting very obvious round orbs under a pink shirt. I tried not to stare at those three teen bodies, although I'm sure the stepfather caught me checking out the girls. And yes, we were pretty secluded, as if the five of us were on our first date together. The restaurant was pretty quiet, but they still sat the five of us at a large, semi-circular booth in the back corner. It was almost a private room, with virtually no other patrons dining around us. I found myself between the sexy blonde and Latina, while the blonde's stepfather was paying a lot of attention to the skinny hot redhead -- and vice versa. But throughout the most of dinner and dessert, the conversation was entire innocuous. I heard about their dance studio, what their schools were like (none of the three went to the same high school), what some of them would be doing for winter break coming up in a couple weeks. Mark told me about his consulting business, while I tried not to bore everyone with my business ventures. They also told me a lot about their weekend and the dance competition. They'd driven out Friday and would be driving back the next morning, although many of their teammates and their parents were already heading back on a 4-hour drive. The three girls were enjoying their one-night vacation, looking forward to another night at the hotel in one room (the stepdad had an adjoining room) while not having to get up early for dance or school. While the conversation was innocent, the body language began changing throughout the long meal. The redhead, Lanie, was sitting pretty close to Alexa's stepfather, and the man even had his arm casually stretching over the girl's thin shoulders. The way she looked at him, you could see she had been crushing on him probably the entire weekend, laughing at just about everything he said. He'd turn to whisper things in her ear, burying his goatee and lips in her long strawberry hair, making her giggle repeatedly. Meanwhile, I was looking back and forth between tanned, beautiful Alexa and her long blonde hair, and busty, gorgeous Gina with her big brown eyes, thick lips and full jet-black hair. They were both very sweet girls, bubbly at times, getting very talkative. As my eyes looked at Gina's two big hills on her chest, she'd arch her back to show them off more, biting her lip and staring at me seductively. Then I'd lean over to say something cute to the blonde, who'd lean closer to me and whisper back something flirtatiously. After the dinner plates had been cleared away and the three girls were waiting for their desserts, I noticed the stepdad and the redhead were hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, having a private conversation as they spoke ear to ear. Both the girls next to me had gravitated close to me, not so our hips were touching, but I could easy reach out to them if I wanted. They were giving me alluring smiles, their blue and brown eyes wide and gazing at me, both swooning a little in my presence. I could make out their sweet perfumes. Every time I mentioned how pretty or sexy they were, they just batted eyelashes and thanked me, and told me my wife was "pretty lucky" too. I had broached into personal subjects, asking if either had a boyfriend -- Alexa the blonde had dated around, while the Latina had been on dates but hadn't found anyone "interesting" yet. Both girls hardly had free times, with dance filling whatever time they had not at school. The way they answered, it was as if they wanted me to think they were both available. So, despite one of the girls having her stepfather sitting across the table, I found myself compelled to take a chance. It didn't have to lead to anything, but for a horny married man surrounded by two hot, sensuous teen dancers, I felt it was relatively harmless. Leaning back, I reached both hands under the long tablecloths, placing a palm on each girl's naked knee under the table. Waiting to see if either would move away or shun me, in fact, both girls reacted the same way -- sliding a bit closer to me! I looked over at the stepfather, who wasn't paying attention to where my hands were. I kept talking to the blonde and brunette, whispering, asking them about their dance team, practice -- really, anything to sound friendly. The feeling of their smooth, velvety skin against my palms and fingers was my primary focus. Bit by bit I began caressing their inner thighs with my fingertips, tracing my adult hands higher up their legs, my wedding ring on one finger between Alexa's legs. Both girls leaned back a bit, with Gina nervously closing her knees shut a little to momentarily trap my hand, while Alexa parted her knees more for me. Our voices were hushed now, speaking in short whispers to each other, both girls grinning and blushing. They weren't stopping my fingers, as I passed my hands over the inseams of both shorts. With the wait staff bringing over the desserts and coffee, I did withdraw my hands briefly -- but, as soon as the staff retreated, I put my hands right back onto those naked teenage thighs. No resistance to that. I tried not to interrupt them eating their desserts, just continuing to caress their naked thighs, from knees up to the hemlines of their short shorts, high up their athletic thighs. When each girl was done with dessert, pushing her plate away, that's when I went for it. I moved both hands simultaneously, higher up their legs, curling my fingers around the crotches of those shorts. Both girls gasped a bit, both spread their legs, allowing me to fondle their cunts through their clothing. My fingers rotating in small circles, applying pressure to those pussies. I felt their shorts (and panties inside) getting moist and warm. The brunette leaned her head forward, noticing me doing the same to her blonde friend. I was watching the stepfather across the table, he and the redhead were gazing into each other's eyes. By that point, I'm sure he knew where my hands where, and he didn't seem to care. His own hand was under the table, too, and that redhead had a glossy, energetic gaze to her hazel eyes, the kind a girl gets when her pussy is being rubbed -- just like the blonde and brunette next to me. As the waitress was clearing the emptied dessert dishes -- he and I putting our hands back on the table for that -- he looked over at me and, in a low tone, raised the subject of the rest of the evening. It was almost like speaking in code. He asked if maybe I wanted to take Alexa and Gina to see a movie -- or, he even said, take them back to their room or my room, and rent a movie on the TV? Clearly, he wasn't trying just to be nice to me. He wanted to get alone with the redhead, and I was a convenient excuse to occupy the attention of the other two girls. Basically, I interpreted that, it was OK if I tried to fuck these other two girls -- he wanted to fuck the redhead. Trying to remain completely casual, I leaned back and shrugged about the offer, as if I had better plans than spending some time with two gorgeous and horny 18 year old dancers. Truthfully, I had been planning to get some sleep that evening, it would be a long day the next. But hanging out in a hotel room with the blonde and brunette was definitely a more compelling offer than sleep. The only thing I did have to do, of course, was call back to "management" and check in with my wife. Naturally I was feeling guilty, fondling the bodies of two teen girls with my very married hands; but I also was covering myself, if I didn't call the wife, she'd get suspicious, concerned or insulted. I told the guy, I could be by their room in a half-hour to get the girls -- if they still wanted to do something. He told me the number. I excused myself, winking at both girls, promising I'd see them soon. \* \* \* \* It was probably closer to an hour, when I found myself knocking on the girls' hotel door. It had been a really long hours for me, too. I wrestled with my conscience, then soothed it by talking to my wife and kids in a very fun and sweet call. Throughout the call, I promised myself, I'd be good that evening, and pass on the set-up with the two teenagers. And even as my call ended, I took out my clothing for the next morning, telling myself that I would just go to bed right then. But ... the memory of having my hands on those two teenage crotches, the looks of those two hot girls at me, and knowing how sexy and tight their butts and bodies looked in their shorts. I couldn't say no to all that. I took a quick shower, shaved with my electric razor, put on some cologne, changed into clean underwear, and headed up for their room. The mood in that bedroom was energized, as they let me into it. Immediately I detected the aroma of the room -- wet pussies. Seriously, I could smell it, and all three girls had that look of lust in their faces. All three were really nervous, too. The redhead was sitting on the bed with the stepfather, both of them with backs against the headboard side to side. The other two girls were milling around the room. No one had changed their clothing, except for removing shoes or flip flips so all four were barefooted. Trying to remain relaxed, I nonchalantly stood at the foot of the bed, talking more to the stepfather. It was meaningless small-talk, almost time-wasting. I might have been waiting for him to suggest I take the girls someplace, as it didn't feel right for me to initiate the hookup. I might have been waiting for one of the girls to suggest leaving, too. Instead, both of them migrated to my sides, same sides they had been sitting beside me at the restaurant in fact -- the blonde on my left, the Latina on my right. I slipped my arms outwards, hands across their lower, petite backs, holding them hip-to-hip with me while everyone was talking about nothing in particular. Finally, the stepfather broke the monotonous, boring conversation, looking at his tanned stepdaughter. "You wanna go hang with Gary and Gina back in his room," suggested the horny adult man, "or maybe go out somewhere." That was sort of an empty alternative; it was Sunday evening on a wintery night in a sleepy business district, so I doubt we would have found much "somewhere" to entertain ourselves. That was my moment, right? Take the two girls back to my room, or to the adjoining room the four had rented. The guy wanted to be alone with the redhead. His stepdaughter was cool with it, because the blonde undoubtedly wanted me to play with her pussy more. Which is exactly what I intended to do. Only, in a flash of brilliance that was out of nowhere from my life experiences, I tossed out another idea. The redhead looked insanely lusty for Alexa's stepdad. I had images of the two of them hooking up, and it was a pretty hot image. And it seemed both girls on my hips were going to agree to whatever I wanted; they were each 18, horny, and willing. So I suggested, with a shrug, "Well, if they don't want to go somewhere else -- maybe we could all just stay in here, and rent a movie together?" But I had no intention of renting a fucking movie. By that point, my thick dick was making an obvious tent in my dress slacks, and both girls on my hips were checking it out. Even the redhead on the bed noticed it, but she spent more time gazing at the massive bulge in the stepdad's crotch right next to her on the bed. The stepdad and redhead were looking at each other, I almost wonder if they heard my question. So I turned to stare into the brunette's big, brown eyes, as she gazed up at me lustfully, and I whispered the fucking truth: "You as SO pretty -- and sexy." Then, I turned to the tanned petite blonde on my other side, and said, "You too, sweetie, you're so sexy." The brunette spoke up in a hushed, high-pitched whine, "Thanks," as if speaking for the blonde. Finally looking at the redhead on the bed, who had now glanced over at me and her friends, I added, "All you girls are." I turned my face back to the brunette on my right side, about a foot lower from mine. She had her eyes and nose turned up to me; her arm was across my lower back, joined by the blonde's arm, while I had my arms over each girl's thin shoulders. I didn't care anyone else was in the room, I knew that look, and I was so turned on, I just went for it. The proverbial out-of-body experience -- it was like it wasn't me, it was some other person whose brain I was occupying at that moment. While a part of me knew not to, being happily married and all with a great wife, the opportunity enveloped me. Moving my mouth down to Gina's, I planted a huge, wet kiss on the Latina's lips and instantly shoved my tongue into her teenage mouth. As I did that, I slipped my hand from her petite shoulder down her slender back, to grope her round buttocks in her thin shorts. The girl kissed me back, moaning, letting my tongue slide over her tongue, as we made out a few moments. Breaking the kiss, but continuing to grope the girl's hot ass, I put my other hand on the blonde's smaller butt and clutched one of her small asscheeks through her shorts, while turning my face to hers. Without words, without pause, I gave Alexa and equally erotic, tongue-filled kiss. The blonde was a little better at making out, sucking my tongue and sliding her tongue into my mouth, groaning with approval. I felt the blonde's hand move over my masculine butt, rubbing it through my slacks, while she wiggled her fanny against my big paw now groping both her petite buttcheeks. Having kissed both girls, including the stepdaughter, I finally raised my eyes to the bed in front of me, to see if the stepdad was approving. He wasn't watching, at all. The redhead had climbed onto his lap, and the two of them were now making out -- I could only tell from their moaning, and the way her head bobbed side to side as she leaned over his face. His big hands slid around her tiny waist, groping her small buttocks through her shorts, while her pelvis began grinding a little on his crotch. And right then, I knew my first-ever orgy was getting started. \* \* \* \* A few minutes later, I had the brunette dancer lying nude on her back on the bed. I was nude too, my six-inch long, but extra-thick penis jutting out of my flat abdomen, as I was leaning above her. The girl had her creamy dancer's thighs spread far to the sides, her petite hands reaching up to my thick neck. I was placing my throbbing penis against her pink pussylips, with well-trimmed, short black pubic hair creating a bit of a shadow around her cunt mount. She was not merely letting me do it, she was willing for it to happen. As soon as my fat cockhead kissed her cuntlips, I thrust forward and was inside her. That was the tightest cunt I'd ever fucked! My 40-something-year-old married dick was now inside an 18 year old pussy, and I just started thrusting forcefully, ramming more and more into her. "Ohhh myyy GAWWWWD!" Gina screamed, feeling me entering her deeper. As I began having sex with the brunette, I glanced up the bed. The stepdad and redhead had stripped each other just as quickly as Gina and I had, and now the other man was climbing on top of Lanie for his first action with her. She looked fucking amazing nude -- she had basically no tits, barely fleshy hills with little pink nipples, and a skinny chest and torso, plus shaved-bald cunt. But the 18 year old looked tall for a girl, and with her super-long strawberry hair and gorgeous eyes and lips, she was fucking amazing. Honestly, the moment I saw her nude, I was hoping I'd get to bone her, too. The dude had an impressive erection, he was definitely a lot longer than me, although I would swear the base of my shaft had more girth than his. The redhead squealed when the blonde's stepfather began ramming his penis into her teen cunt too. Now he and I were fucking the two hot teens. Not that Alexa was being left out. She'd helped Gina strip me nude, and me take Gina's clothing off. Then, she had Gina lie down first, allowing me to fuck her friend. But as soon as I had my cock inside Gina's pussy -- and her stepdaddy had begun plowing Lanie's pussy -- it was Alexa's turn to get naked. With one hand on the bed, and my body thrusting back and forth, stretching the brunette's cunt while I fucked her with building force, I reached my other hand out to assist Alexa in stripping. As she removed her shirt and bra, I found her tits were exquisite -- maybe A-cups on her narrow chest, they were fleshy, tanned orbs with stiff brown nipples. No tan lines, in fact. Then, unhesitating, she peeled off her shorts and a thong, and showed off her equally-tanned, waxed-bald, pink pussylips. A petite, fit, tanned blonde teen dancer? Yes, please, what a hot fucking sweetie she was! When the blonde was nude, I immediately reached my one free arm out to her petite waist. I pulled her towards Gina and me, and then gripping the blonde's tight ass I moved her cunt over the brunette's face. I had no idea if either had ever done girl-girl stuff before, but, it didn't matter, it was going to happen now. While I continued to drive my erection into Gina's vagina, I leaned up to watch the hot nude blonde squat her bald pussy on her friend's mouth. Gina stuck her tongue up and began eating Alexa's pussy, and the blonde's blue eyes rolled backwards while she threw her head back, arching her small tits, and screamed in delight, starting to whip her thin tanned hips around to fuck herself on her friend's tongue. Now I had both hands -- fists, really -- on the bed sheet aside Gina's thin torso. Bucking my flat abdomen rapidly, I had my thick married dick pumping hard against the teenager's pelvis, filling her cunt as deep as my cock could stretch. Her pussy was so silky-soft, so warm, and so wet. Screaming in delight, her body was fucking me back, her feet bouncing around in the air, her ass gyrating uncontrollably. In front of me, pushing her pussy down on Gina's tongue, Alexa was gasping and moaning as she had her pussy and clitty licked by her friend. The blonde and I locked eyes, and it was pure lust. Her petite figure was so hot, I leaned forward while she arched her small body and offered her tits to my mouth. So while fucking the Latina, I began sucking the small boobs of the petite blonde, wrapping my lips and tongue around each tanned little titty then going to the other, back and forth. The girl wiggled herself harder on Gina's face, allowing herself to have a hard orgasm, from the cunnilingus Gina was giving plus my expert tit-sucking. I'd never fucked two females at once -- and these were unquestionably the two hottest females I'd ever been naked with, ever. Alexa's tight little tits tasted amazing in my mouth, I was suckling them so hard, squeezing her stiff nipples between my lips, coating both small boobs with my adult saliva. My cock and balls were smothered in Gina's cuntjuices, the girl was leaking so badly as I thrust my penis in and out of that tight hole underneath me. But my ears heard the sound of the other man fucking that sexy redhead across the bed from us; it was another kind of stimulation, and I didn't want to just hear it, I wanted to see it. So I repositioned my two new lovers. I pulled out of Gina's pussy (drawing a scowl of disapproval) then I pushed Alexa off the girl's face (eliciting a giggle). Putting the blonde on her back, spreading her athletic thin, tanned legs wide open, I rolled the Latina onto her fours and shoved her mouth against her friend's cunt again. Only this time Alexa could relax on her back, while Gina could now more easily move her mouth and tongue around Alexa's clitty and pussylips. I crawled behind the brunette's gorgeous, round bronze ass, and after spreading her knees a bit more, I grabbed my aching cock and shoved it back into the teen's tight pink pussy. Holding her hips and pulling her backwards, I sunk my entire fat shaft into that creamy pussyhole again -- and again, and again, and again. Now able to look next to me on the bed, the stepdad was masterfully pounding the redhead's teen cunt. Lanie was grabbing her knees, pulling her legs back to her chest, her feet straight up in the air. Leaning his naked body over hers, Mark was savagely pounding his pelvis back and forth, driving almost but not quite the entire length of his oversized erection into that teen dancer's cunt. She was whining and gasping, not talking, just enjoying the painful ride of that big male dick inside her very feminine hole. The way he stared at her thin, sexy body, I could tell he'd been dreaming of fucking that hottie for some time. Days, weeks, months, who knows, but he wanted her bad and was finally giving it to her. The room smelled like fucking -- two hard cocks, three wet cunts, five sweaty bodies. Moaning, grunting. Alexa having orgasms from Gina's pussy-licking. The redhead had orgasms around her new boyfriend's married cock. As I pounded Gina's cunt doggy-style, I could feel her pussy spasm and climax to a loud orgasm, too, squeezing my dick as I continued to fuck her through the cum. It was all too much for me, especially watching the nude, petite tanned blonde getting eaten out by her girlfriend. Staring at Alexa's gorgeous blue eyes and glistening small tits, I erupted inside Gina's cunt. I didn't even ask if I should, I just did it. With the most massive orgasm of my fucking life, I unloaded a huge stream of semen into the brunette's pussy, pulling her sexy bronze butt against my pelvis to make sure I was totally deep inside her for my cum. What a fucking hot cum. Trust me, it was only the first of many hot cums I had that night. \* \* \* \* Maybe thirty minutes later, give or take, there were only two people having sex on the bed -- I was on top of the blonde. Fuck her pussy was even tighter than her Latina friend's, even though (I later learned) Alexa was by far the more experienced fuck. The slut was gyrating her little body wildly under me, arching her back to show off those sexy petite 18 year old boobies, staring at me while we fucked. I hadn't needed a long time to recharge after my orgasm inside Gina's cunt, and Alexa just pulled me on top of her and let me fuck her as hard and as deep as I had fucked her friend. While Alexa and I started having sex, the lovey-dovey couple were relaxing arm in arm after their first screw. Lanie lay on her side next to Mark, her pussy leaking semen he squirted into her. Cuddling in his arm, she reached out with a thin hand and was playing with his semi-erect dick, dripping with her juices and his sperm, which grew longer and stiffer from her handjob as well as the sight of me fucking his hot stepdaughter. Gina, who had needed to relax a few moments after the deepest fuck from the thickest cock she'd ever had, was now lying on her side on the bed, eyeing the big dick in Lanie's hand while aimlessly rubbing my sperm that was leaking out of her pussy. I could see in Gina's face that she was impressed by the length of Mark's dick; I tell you, it definitely looked seven and a half, possibly eight inches. I still thought mine was thicker, though, but good luck to a teen girl getting ALL of that man's cock inside her pussy. So with me pumping my penis into Alexa, the brunette made eye contact with Mark and then the redhead. Seeming to get their permission, if not actually being affirmatively invited with unspoken, smiling eyes, the busty, petite brunette crawled across the bed, slowly, her thighs sore from the deep fucking I'd given her. The teen redhead pulled her hand back from Mark's erection, freeing it to fuck Gina, and Mark warmly smiled at the nude Latina moving towards him. I watched as Lanie and Mark pulled Gina to her knees, having her straddle Mark's pelvis. She arched her thin chest to push forward her C-cup hooters, allowing his mouth to take one of her stiffened nipples, while Lanie was guiding the man's huge penis towards her messy, drooling pink pussylips. "Oh gawd, FUCK me!" cried the horny teen brunette, as if suddenly discovering her sexual girl-power over horny adult men, and being the first girl to take a second cock that night. As she pushed her hips downward, Mark thrust his penis upwards, sinking it into her cunthole. The skinny redhead watched approvingly, while her hot Latina teammate had sex with the hung stepfather. Past the guy's feet, I was pounding his stepdaughter in just about every way I could. After fucking her on top, I put her on her knees too, so I could bone her deep from the backside, staring at her perfect little tanned ass. She was masturbating herself while I fucked her pussy, and she came hard for me a couple times. Then I rolled onto my back and put her on top of me, so I could stare at her gorgeous face, long golden hair and sexy little tanned titties while she slid that ultra-tight pussy up and down my cock. Rubbing her clitty with fingers or palm, she made herself cum a few times riding me. Needless to say, I had my second orgasm of the night, this one inside Alexa's pussy. For the final moments of our first sex together that evening, Alexa leaned forward over me, making out with me, whipping her hips around violently with my cock inside her. She could tell I was about to cum, and it only made her fuck me faster and faster. The bitch wanted me to squirt inside her. I did exactly that, grabbing her thin waist and slamming her down on my shaft, so I could unload my big second cum of the evening inside a teen vagina. Now there was only one show on the bed, and it was Mark having sex with Gina, while Lanie lay by the man's side, encouraging them to both fuck harder. Gina arched her tits forward for Mark to suck, and for Lanie to squeeze, while she had multiple orgasms around Mark's dick. But when Mark saw his stepdaughter's pussy leaking my semen, instead of getting all step-fathery mad and indignant, he pointed to the blonde's messy pussy and whispered something in the redhead's ear. I didn't hear it, but I could see what he told her to do. Lanie scooted a couple feet away from the man and Gina, lying flat on her back and reaching out to the blonde. Her tanned friend, grinning playfully, slowly rose to her knees -- moaning with her thighs being sore -- and crawled to her redhead teammate. The blonde spread her knees and squatted over the redhead's face, lowering her tanned ass. I watched in amazement as Lanie stuck her tongue out, staring up at Alexa's face, and began licking my semen out of Alexa's pussy. "Suck it out," moaned Mark at her, watching the redhead giving cunnilingus to a second pussy that night. Mark was even going to get all three girls hooking up at that time, but he didn't last for it -- cumming in Gina's pussy, in sort of a spooning position, her on her side and him lying behind her. Actually I got a really good eyeful of that, seeing his long dick halfway up the brunette's pretty, trimmed pussy, pumping while he squirted a load into her cunt to join mine already inside. With three hot teen girls naked on the bed, it wasn't taking my middle-aged cock long to recharge for more sex. Watching thin, sexy Lanie lying on her back eating Alexa's messy cunt, with semen leaking from Lanie's bald pink pussylips, I was already thinking I'd get a turn on the redhead too. Not long after Mark cummed inside Gina, I was on my knees again, pushing Lanie's thin legs open, exposing that perfect little teen pussy to myself. I hadn't fucked an 18 year old pussy since college, and here I was, about to fuck my third within like an hour or something. She squealed against Alexa's pussy when she felt me pushing my over-thick dick into her tight cunt. It was messy and a bit stretched out from sex with the other guy, but still felt fresh and tight, as I could feel it have to stretch to conform to the girth of my aching shaft. The shit was getting crazy while I began fucking Lanie, and Lanie was eating out Alexa. Mark crawled over, sticking his head between my chest and Lanie's body, so he could start licking the redhead's almost-flat chest and stiff nipples. Gina's face moved next to mine, so she could suck Alexa's tits and kiss Alexa, while I was trying to do exactly the same to Alexa. Gina and I wound up making out, while the Latina's hand was on Lanie's lower belly, feeling how deep my penis was inside the redhead's body. Gina began rubbing Lanie's clitty while I fucked the girl, and that got Lanie to start cumming around my penis inside her hole. At some point, I had Alexa and Gina taking turns sucking my dick, sticking it back into Lanie to fuck the redhead more, then sucking it more, while I was making out with another girl, and Mark was making out with Lanie. About the only thing that didn't happen, not surprisingly, was any direct interaction between Alexa and her stepfather. They seemed cool with doing whatever each other was doing, but they almost ignored each other -- barely looking at each other, saying or doing nothing towards the other even moving elbows or knees apart so they wouldn't even have to touch. That took a bit of contortionism, with the five of us naked together in a big fleshy ball on the bed. I had my third orgasm of the night in the midst of that fleshy, fun mess. Making out with Alexa, Lanie underneath me, I start squirting semen -- or it felt like it, hell I might have been dry -- into Lanie's cunt. Three 18 year old dancers, three tight pussies, three filled with my sperm! What a fucking night. Yeah, I kind of felt guilty about it, being married to a great woman and all -- but, this was worth the guilt and risk. These three foxes were fucking amazing. Not long after I cummed inside Lanie, Mark was loaded for another round himself, too. He climbed on top of the redhead and fucked her a third time, while he and I were making out with Alexa. But having fucked her on her back already, Mark pulled back to roll the girl onto her knees. He pulled her thin hips upwards, getting her skinny pale butt into the air of the hotel room. Mounting her from the backside, the stud rammed his thick penis into her cunthole -- make the dancer squeal once more, but with less energy, she was getting tired for sure -- to thrust as deep as he could. However, the man wasn't satisfied just to fuck Lanie. He wanted her to fuck the other girls. Oddly, he told Gina to have Alexa sit in front of Lanie (instead of just saying it to Alexa directly), and moments later the horny blonde dancer was sitting on her small ass, tanned thighs spread wide, pushing her used pussy towards Lanie's face. Mark gripped the teenager's long, wavy strawberry hair firmly in a powerful fist, forcefully manipulating her head and torso however he pleased. Pushing her forward more on her knees, ramming his awesome cock repeatedly into Lanie's pussy, the horny male shoved Lanie's mouth against Alexa's waiting, naked cunt in front of her face. The blonde looked down her thin, tanned body and hot little titties at her redheaded friend's face, then past that to Lanie's hot little ass stuck up in the air, where behind it her stepdaddy was furiously pounding away, jamming married adult meat in and out of Lanie's tight cunt. Crawling next to the three of them, Gina watched with a wicked smile, pressing her thighs together to soothe her very-used pussy, enjoying the sight of Lanie being forced to eat the blonde's sperm-filled pussy. Taking a liking to a submissive side he sensed in Lanie, Mark stoked the flames. "You like that?" Mark sneered at the girl he was fucking, almost laughing while he made Lanie jam her tongue into Alexa's teen cunt, "you like eating Alexa's pussy? Look at her, she's so horny, she loves it -- you gonna promise to eat Alexa's pussy anytime she wants? After school, after dance practices?" The horny stepfather hardly gave the redhead a chance to answer, with her mouth occupied eating the blonde's cunt, but he already knew the answer. "She's so fuckin' wet, you're gonna eat her all the time, aren't you, honey? Huh? Promise me?" His fist yanked back her long red hair, pulling her head back painfully, but it just excited her more. With Alexa's cuntjuices dripping down her mouth, Lanie lustfully moaned back her response. "Yes, I'm gonna eat her pussy all the time!" Mark looked at Gina near him on the bed, and the Latina cackled in glee, clapping a couple times. "Oh, mine too!" She was intently watching Lanie eating Alexa while Alexa's stepdaddy was fucking Lanie, and Gina saw that Alexa was enjoying Lanie's pussy-licking skills as much as Gina had enjoyed them a few minutes earlier. "She's gonna eat both our pussies from now on!" Mark looked over towards Gina, nodding at the girl he had already fucked twice that evening. "That's it -- you three gonna have a pussyeating club, and just have hot girl-girl-girl sex at our house all the time now?" At that thought Lanie moaned, drinking Alexa's latest cum from a squirting, over-aroused little tight pussy. Right now, fucking two hung adult men and having sex for the first time with her longtime dancer teammates, Lanie would have agreed to just about anything. Mark boned the bitch doggy-style, while keeping her long red head in his fist, yanking her to the side and pushing her face into Gina's crotch. The Latina was almost too sore to spread her legs open, but she did, leaning back, watching as Lanie began licking semen and juices of her snatch too. Lanie was moaning excitedly, nearing an orgasm, and she begin whining into Gina's cunt. Gina leaned back, almost crying herself, then cumming hard from Lanie's tongue. Mark soon was soon spewing his third load of the evening, this one inside Lanie's cunt for a second time. That all probably took about 90 minutes, something like that. The other dude and I each had three awesome cums inside some very sexy teen pussies. The evening could have ended there and been the best sex ever -- but, the night was not over, and who said an orgy has to end at midnight anyway. \* \* \* \* The five of us had this sort of post-orgy post-mortem -- although, as just mentioned, it would prove to be a mid-orgy discussion. We had one clear "couple" in the group, with Mark and Lanie cuddling side by side nude against the pillows, arm in arm. By default, Alexa was lying on her side in front of me, wanting nothing to do with her stepfather. Gina flirted back and forth, even getting off the bed to get waters and Diet Cokes for everyone from the room's mini-fridge the girls had filled for the weekend. They even had a bag of red-hot Cheetos (more like, red-orange), which the girls utterly loved and passed around. Then they sucked each other's red-orange fingers clean, pretending like they were sucking dicks. Meanwhile, an uninhibited group discussion started. No one had ever done anything like "THAT" (or "THIS") before -- a moresome, even a threesome. Well, Mark admitted to sharing women before with other guys, even mentioning the dorms and frats back on campus where those experiences first started. Lanie giggled like that was something forbidden, but he mocked her and the other two girls for not having fucked two cocks at once before -- saying each of them was definitely hot enough to get two men up at once. I had to agree to that. During the naughty group discussion, I found out, Lanie and Mark had never fucked before -- even kissed or held hands before -- but Gina accused them of being "boyfriend and girlfriend" now, despite Mark being married to Alexa's mom. Alexa didn't seem to protest, at the time at least. Gina also got Alexa to admit that it was "weird" being naked around her stepfather -- whom she time to time called "Daddy," if only to placate her mother, and rarely when her mom wasn't around. The stepdad didn't say a thing about me fucking his stepdaughter. Some hot French kisses interrupted the talking time to time, not to mention female hands groping two male cocks, and male hands groping teen tits and butts. As Alexa lay in front of me, I was eyeing up her hot little tanned ass, and getting re-energized for more sex soon. My balls hurt and I doubted I had any cum left in them, but fuck that, I figured I'd just keep fucking these sluts all night if I could. Maybe my pelvis was grinding my hardening dick against Alexa's butt, or I was moaning a bit more while giving Alexa and Gina some hot kisses. Something told Mark that I was getting ready to fuck again, and apparently he shared the interest. That's when he just blurted out loud, "Ok, so which girl wants two cocks at once?" Really, there were only two candidates for that proposition, as he wasn't going to touch his stepdaughter. Instead of looking at Lanie, his steely blue eyes fixated on the busty naked brunette kneeling near him. "You up for it, Gina?" The Latina stared at him, then at me, biting her lower lip, then a huge, naughty grin crossed her face. Her brown eyes got wide, and she giggled nervously and blushed, before moaning, "Ummm... yeah!" Mark told me I'd get the honors of her pussy. So with me on my back in the middle of the bed, and Lanie and Alexa crawling to the sides to watch, the stepfather nudged Gina to crawl her sexy bronze body over mine. I welcomed the girl, letting her throw a thin leg over my pelvis and position her crotch above my dick. Mark crawled behind her, between my spread-open thighs, positioning her hips above me. Alexa did the honors, grabbing my dick and rubbing my fat cockhead on Gina's wet pussylips, and a moment later the hot brunette slammed backwards to take my erection into her vagina. I watched the lovely sight of her face -- her brown eyes getting large, her lips trembling -- when she felt the thickness of my penis spreading open her tight pussylips again. But that look on her face got even more wild, her eyes stretching open wide and her jaw dropping, when she felt Mark's peckerhead rubbing her asshole. I don't even know if she'd ever been fucked in the butt before. But she certainly didn't know what to expect, as she started taking two adult erections into her holes simultaneously. I, too, hadn't experienced this, and had no idea I'd feel his dick right up against mine. Literally, I mean, I could feel where his cockhead was, sliding over my shaft, then grinding against my boner. They weren't touching, but the thin walls of flesh inside a girl don't separate the two dicks that much. She was screaming, as we began to jointly fuck her. I also discovered, both cocks can't really move at the same time. Gina pressed her body backwards, taking as much of my penis as possible, and just ground herself against me while Mark started sliding in and out of her asshole. Her friends were giggling in delight watching this, seeing the brunette getting double-fucked. With Mark holding one of her hips and I the other, our free hands grabbed her two big boobs, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples, while we took turns kissing her mouth. She was on fire, kissing back, sucking tongues, and wiggling her ass around amazingly while we screwed her harder and harder. "You are SO hot, Gina," I moaned while she was about to kiss me, and Mark grunted the exact same thing while staring at her ass. She broke the kiss with me, and gave both of us this delicious smile, a knowing one. She completely knew how hot she was. Hot enough to start fucking any hot man she wanted to, for years to cum. Then, her eyes closed and her jaw dropped, and she SCREAMED, as Lanie reached out to rub her clitty for even more stimulation. The Latina started shaking uncontrollably, having a massive, body-wrenching orgasm. We didn't stop fucking her, continuing to pound her body between ours, thrusting our aching cocks into her tight holes together, until she screamed to a second, third, and fourth climax. On that last one, she was crying, her jaw trembling, her body experiencing unbelievably powerful energy. She had to push herself away from us two, curling up on the bed in a fetal position, both crying and laughing, feeling so violated but so alive. "Holy FUCK," the brunette cackled to her redhead friend, "you have GOT to do that!" Lanie's green eyes were wide-open, as if in fear. She looked at Mark and me, then at our dueling cocks, stiff and dripping with juices. Honestly, if she could say what she was thinking, she was going to say no. But Mark gave her this look, like, she didn't have a choice, reaching over to her hands, pulling her between us. We switched positions for this one -- sort of trading pussy and asshole, but also, it didn't seem right to fuck Lanie's cunt while the man she had eyes for was only in her butthole. I was growing tired but not about to admit it, so without noise I pushed myself to my knees, allowing Mark to get on his back on the bed. He pulled the redhead over his lap, positioned his long dick, and entered her cunt again. That tight, sore cunt needed some work, so I just watched while Mark hammered into it with short thrusts, eventually loosening it enough to have most of his penis inside her body. That's when he pointed at her bony ass, looking at me. That girl had the skinniest ass ever; with her bent over, it was a tiny target with a dark-brown hole in the middle of it. I had Gina spit on her asshole for some lube, although she was sweaty and messy and probably didn't need it. Then I lowered my dick to her butthole, allowing Gina to grab my shaft and rub it there. I gathered my strength, pushing forward, now fucking Lanie's asshole. Immediately I felt Mark's long cock inside Lanie, rubbing against my penis. The girl was super-tight, she probably shouldn't have had two grownup dicks in her holes at once, but we weren't about to stop. It was so tight I could hardly move, in or out really, so I just shoved as far forward as I could. Meanwhile she was squirming her hips around, screaming, while Mark pushed her thin hips downwards to fit more of his meat into her. Neither of us was sliding in and out, we were just impaling her twin holes with our large erections, grinding against her, sandwiching her sexy thin body between our sweaty male hulks. Not kissing, just moaning and fucking. The redhead started cumming -- in waves. I could feel her body stiffen, her breathing shortened, her skin got clammy, and she let out a squeal of joy. Her thin, tall frame quaked while her butthole seemed to clench my cock, and while it might have been my imagination, I almost felt like I could tell her cunt was squeezing Mark's dick right next to time. Then she let out a long, satisfied moan, before a few seconds later starting to breath funny and squealing again. Another cum, moments after the first one! And ... another, and another. She was maximally aroused, every little touch sending her into orgasmic eruptions. The brunette was laughing at her over-horny friend, while Alexa smiled at her friend's endless pleasure, as Mark and I gave the skinny redhead an uncounted series of hot energetic orgasms. She, too, finally screamed for us to stop, she could take no more. And, you know, that's when the WEIRD shit started! Mark and I took a moment to catch our breaths, him on his back and me sitting back naked on my ass. Both our cocks were thoroughly hard, sticking out of our bellies, dripping juices -- looking awesome, if I can say so myself. Gina and Lanie were almost in tears from amazing double-fucks. And there was hot blonde Alexa, horny, having just watch her stepdaddy double-fuck her two dancer friends. Alexa looked at her stepfather, blushing, then at me. I could read her face. While it looked fun, like something she'd want to try ... it was out of the question, because one of the two dicks was her stepfather's. They hadn't crossed that line all evening, in fact, they hadn't touched each other. Gina saw the two looking at each other, and the girl snickered wickedly. "C'mon Lex -- you KNOW you want it -- it's just sex, let him fuck your ass." She didn't need to translate, we all understood it. "It's just a bit, it feels awesome!" The stepfather and stepdaughter were now staring at each other, both smiling a little, giving each other guilty looks. Gina could see it, as I could, that both wanted to try, although both were reticent about changing their relationship. I wasn't about to get in the middle of it, and I realized, if they didn't want to do it, I'd get to fuck Alexa myself now. But then Lanie whined, "It's sooooo good, Lex!" And, wouldn't you know it, the hot nude blonde gave one last, sullen look to her mom's husband, then crawled on the bed towards me -- sticking her ass at her stepdaddy. A few minutes later, Alexa was screaming, "OH MY GOD!" looking back over her naked shoulder at her stepfather. Gripping the messy sheets of the hotel bed with both hands while on her knees, wildly gyrating her naked hips with my married cock stuffed up her pussy, she gyrated that tanned thin butt while her stepdaddy's enormous penis was simultaneously drilling her asshole. Yes, stepfather was fucking his stepdaughter's butthole, while I had the pleasure of simultaneously fucking her pussy from underneath her. Her naked dance teammates sat on their knees at her sides, continuing to encourage their hot friend getting double-dicked for the first time too. "Told ya, isn't it AWESOME?" redheaded Lanie moaned, watching the look on the blonde's face transform from nervous, to fearful, to shocked, to orgasmic within the course of a few minutes of taking both her stepfather's and my dick together. Gina giggled proudly too, brushing the matted blonde hair off of Alexa's face, where it had become stuck from sweat, cuntjuices and sperm spilled throughout the evening. "Yeah, baby, fuck 'em harder, both of 'em!" Then the brunette muttered the insanely naughty part of this. "Do you like your STEPDAD's dick in your butt?" Alexa couldn't answer, or didn't want to answer, her senses completely shattered by the feeling of our two big dicks mutually ravaging her cunt and asshole. Gina snickered for a moment to enjoy her friend's first DP, then turned her attention to the naked, handsome stud kneeling behind Alexa and boning the girl's butt. "What about it, Mr. -- er, Mark -- how's her ass, do you like fucking Alexa's ass -- your kinda-daughter's butt?" The thought of a stepdad and stepdaughter having some kind of penetrative sex, even if just as part of a three-girl, two-man orgy, was deliciously erotic to the brunette. He heard the question, but didn't really answer -- perhaps he didn't want to, either. His strong, hairy hands wrapped around the creamy, tanned hips of his stepdaughter, holding her still so he could drill his seven and a half inches of fat meat into her super-tight anus, while feeling my erection grinding against his inside her pussy, barely separated by thin membranes. But he didn't have that lustful look on his face, he wasn't staring at her ass like he had at Gina's. It wasn't personal, ass-fucking his stepdaughter, it was just all part of the fun for the girls that evening. Rubbing her used, sore clitty but still feeling thoroughly stimulated, Gina needed Alexa to return a favor from earlier that evening. Crawling forward with her knees spread wide but leaning her body up, she placed her thighs on both sides of my head lying under Alexa, while I was pounding away at Alexa's tight, silky pussy from beneath. Reaching her thin fingers forward, the brunette grabbed her blonde friend's head and pushed her thick lips downwards, more and more, until Alexa's mouth was nuzzling Gina's pussy. "Go on," the Latina sneered playfully at her friend, "do what I did earlier, make me cum you little slut!" I couldn't tell if Gina had an orgasm against Alexa's tongue, but the blonde sure cummed hard. I felt Alexa spasming, her cunt squeezing my dick, and she moaned wickedly and withdrew her tongue from Gina's pussy as she gasped for air. Her stepdaddy felt it too, ramming her harder as I did, trying to draw out a harder, better cum from the girl. Mark was trying to contain himself from cumming inside his stepdaughter's ass. But after double-fucking Gina and Lanie, and now seeing Alexa eating Gina's pussy, it was too much, he was over-stimulated. With a sudden roar, the married stud began grunting while thrusting harder, and without warning his cock erupted in what was his fourth orgasm of the evening. I could feel him cumming inside her ass, his cock was pulsating against mine, and now I couldn't control myself either. I started shooting my fourth cum of the night as well, this one buried deep inside Alexa's vagina. As with the last cum I'd had, that one inside Lanie, I had no idea if I had any sperm left. Didn't matter, it was a powerful cum that made my whole body sizzle, all my muscles burning and stomach churning as I felt like I was pumping and pumping inside that tight blonde's pussyhole, while her stepdaddy was doing the same in her tight anus. No, shit -- this other dude and I just double-fucked three hot teen dancers, each to hot orgasms! \* \* \* \* Like I said a couple times earlier, I needed my sleep to get ready for a big day of business conferences. But, having this insanely hot orgy with the three teen dancers, no fucking way was I leaving until I absolutely had to. After the round of double-fucking, everyone kind of got quiet. Mark and Lanie cuddled more, sometimes making out. Alexa and Gina took turns cleaning off in the shower, leaving me free to cuddle and kiss the other girl in bed. I wasn't sure if we'd be having more sex, but I was happy to lay with these girls and kiss and stroke their young, fit bodies. I was semi-hard, semi-sore, but at some point laying back getting a double-blowjob from Gina and Alexa. They were low on energy, but happily took turns sucking my boner back and forth, then double-licking it and my balls. I didn't cum from it, but enjoyed the feelings. Some point after that, Alexa, Lanie and Mark were dozing off -- the lights were still on in the room, mind you -- while Gina and I cuddled chest to chest, kissing a bit. I kept telling her how hot she was, and she said she "loved" fucking me. Alexa stirred sometime after that, rolling over to join us, it became a three-some kissing with Alexa and me, Gina and me, Alexa and Gina. The girls giggled as they made out, it wasn't in their nature to do the lesbian thing necessarily, but in the midst of all that fucking in the orgy, they shared those moments together pleasurably. I checked the clock, it was about 2 am locally. I was weary, and fucking knew I had to be getting some actual sleep. I had hoped I could do an all-nighter, but not at my age. Not if I wanted to be productive the next day; I couldn't exactly excuse myself by saying I didn't sleep because I banged three hot teen dancers all night. I mean, yes, it's a legitimate excuse, and I'm sure some of the guys at the conference would have completely understood (and would have traded placed with me instantly). But, you know, just couldn't do it. Still, I was going to get what I could out of the evening -- at least more sex with Gina and possibly Alexa, although Lanie looked asleep and, frankly, way too worn out. So, I spanked Gina's round, bronze ass, barking for her to "assume the position" on her back. She smiled at me, rolling on her back and spreading her thighs. I was hard enough by then, and seeing her pretty face and hot tits waiting for me, I was definitely game to fuck her more. Crawling on top of her, I rubbed my penis on that trimmed pink cunt, finding its hole, and I rammed it in. She gazed at me with these sexy brown eyes, enjoying the feeling, I could tell she was as "into" sex with me as I was her. Her sore legs rose a bit, her hands slipped down to my ass to pull me into her, and we began making out passionately while beginning to fuck. Not wanting to leave Alexa out, I broke our kiss and let Alexa lean in to kiss me. But as I did, I noticed the other two were stirring -- Mark was crawling on top of Lanie. Apparently they weren't really sleeping, and they were going to go for another round of fucking too! So Mark boned Lanie as I drilled cock into Gina, with both girls whining in delight. Alexa's fingers surrounded Gina's clitty and rubbed it hard, bringing the brunette to a good cum around my boner. But the blonde didn't do it for charitable purposes; as soon as Gina came down from the cum, she looked at me and grinned, "My turn?" Yeah, she wanted more of me, too. I wasn't about to disappoint a gorgeous blonde teenager. Gina let me pull out of her, and I jumped on top of the blonde. Her legs wrapped around me, her hands cusped the back of my head, and she pulled my mouth to hers, so we could start making out while we fucked. Her pussy felt tighter, more silky, and shorter, like I was ramming my dickhead against the back of her cunt, with more pressure, than I had with Gina's. The kissing was hot, too, mostly tongues sliding together while we panted from the animal sex. Alexa was really into it, sinking into the mattress, clutching me, wiggling her butt, and she began heaving with an orgasm. Then, a few minutes later, another. After her second cum, I picked my head up, seeing some commotion on the other side of the bed. Mark had changed sex partners; now he was on top of Gina, pounding that long dick into her Latina pussy, her feet bouncing in the air over his muscular ass. Lanie was lying on her back next to them, thighs spread, rubbing her wet pussy and watching the man plunging penis into her friend. Her and my eyes caught, and Alexa saw that, and the blonde whispered in my ear, "Go fuck her too." I think Alexa was maybe a little sore, although she was still wiggling her ass under me rapidly. So, not rejecting the opportunity to fuck the third pussy again, I pulled out of the blonde's pussy, crawled over the redhead's spread-open thighs, and stuffed my throbbing, aching boner into that super-tight teen cunt. I began humping Lanie hard, while right next to us, Mark was doing the same with Gina. Side by side the girls lay on their backs nude, moaning with tired grunts, getting fucked, our married adult cocks plunging deep, rapidly, into the dancers' pussies. I was in the midst of giving Lanie a really good, last pounding for the evening, when right next to me my eye caught Alexa being pulled over by Gina. That's when I heard the most erotic thing, ever. "C'mere!" Gina cackled, still on her back getting fucked by Mark, but reaching to the blonde's hand and guiding her over to them. Gina's big teeth beamed with a naughty thought at her blonde friend. "C'mon, don't you wanna feel his BIG cock in your pussy, too -- don't you wanna fuck him also?" Yes, you got that right -- Gina was telling Alexa to FUCK her OWN stepfather! Before Alexa could respond to the playful request, underneath me Lanie chimed in her support. "Yeah -- fuck your daddy," Lanie cried, her voice weak from multiple rounds of cockfucking and pussyeating. I found the idea really erotic, and when I looked at the couple next to me, Mark was staring at me, as if wondering what he should do. So I just said the first thing that came to my head. "Just a big dick for a tight pussy. And, bro," I added for my new partner in crime, winking at him, "ain't no thang, just bone her, she's so hot, c'mon man I'm sure you have thought about it." I probably wouldn't have said that to a father about his daughter. But a stepdad, with a hot, blonde, petite dancer for a stepdaughter? Yeah, I'm sure he has pictured fucking her before. He clearly loves hot younger women, the way he's been screwing Gina and Lanie all night. Of course he'd have fantasized about his hot stepdaughter, right? Then, looking at his face, I could see that, indeed, he'd thought about it. Even as he was on top of Gina, pushing the brunette's thighs wide open to shove more of his large erection into her cunt, the stepfather's eyes roamed Alexa's nude, tanned body, especially her wet, pink, waxed lips dripping and sore from sex with me. He didn't need to say anything; I could tell, everyone could tell -- and, most importantly, Alexa could tell -- he would fuck her, if she wanted him too. It almost didn't matter what Alexa wanted. Gina was already pushing Mark off of her -- not really surprising, with all of the sex Gina had had that evening, her 18 year old cunt was not used to brutal fucks from even one, much less two, oversized adult dicks. The brunette with big, meaty tits pointed right at Alexa's pussy, while staring at Mark. "Go on, baby, go fuck her!" Whether Mark was agreeing to this or not, Gina now had his cock out of her pussy, her petite hands on his masculine chest, getting him off of her. As soon as Mark's cock was free, Gina rolled to her side, wincing from being so sore, but grinning wide, and clearing the spot on the bed in front of him. She gave a long, teasing glare to her horny blonde friend. "It's okay, Lex, we won't tell anyone -- and it's not like he's your actual dad -- his dick is soooo big, you gotta feel it!" While remaining on top of Lanie and undulating my pelvis to keep ramming my achingly sore cock into her super-tight pussy, I leaned my elbow over to judge the man. Gina grabbed his hand, too, pulling him downwards. Alexa, silent, her blue eyes staring pensively, but her nipples obviously stiff and her pussy still unreally wet, didn't seem like she was about to say no to this. Her eyes fixated on his handsome physique -- strong chest, muscular shoulders and arms, flat abdomen, huge cock. Nothing she hadn't already seen for hours that night, and possibly many times in the past, but now, knowing what Gina wanted, she was looking at him anew. And definitely liking what she saw. The wheels were spinning in her head, she was obviously wondering if it was permissible to fuck her stepfather just this one time, during an orgy. To my utter amazement, as well as Gina's, the blonde slipped onto her back on the bed beneath her stepdaddy. As she pulled her knees back, Mark positioned himself on top of her to fuck her. Their eyes were staring down at his dick and her cunt, not at each other's faces. They, and Lanie and Gina and I, watched, as the stepdad put his brutally long, hard erection to his stepdaughter's bald, glistening-wet vagina now more red than pink from multiple rounds of sex with me, and he did it. Mark and Alexa started to fuck. Stepdaddy had his stepdaddy-cock inside his stepdaughter's step-pussy! "Oh gawd!" The shriek from Alexa expressed what everyone was thinking. "Daddy -- you're FUCKING me!" With renewed vigor, I began pounding my meaty erection into Lanie's tightening vagina, trying to get myself to cum in her. She wiggled under me, crying and moaning, in some pain from her small cunt being used to much that night and early morning. Next to me, Mark and Alexa were doing the nasty; I don't know if stepfathers and stepdaughters having sex counts as "incest," but they were doing it anyway, and it sure seemed highly improper and incredibly erotic. The two weren't just going through the motions; he was humping her furiously, really pounding cock against her and making her petite tanned body shake with each thrust, while she reached to his ass to pull him closer, deeper, getting more of that long boner into her cunt. Gina was on her knees watching the couple, on their other side from Lanie and me, giggling hysterically. "Oh my gawd, Lex, you're fucking him! Oh my gawd!" Then she looked at Lanie underneath me, getting screwed, and Gina exhaled another giggle. "Oh gawd, you guys are SO horny!" Despite the late hour and all the sex we'd already had, seeing Alexa let her stepfather fuck her -- and the brutally deep nature of their sex -- was giving me more energy. I leaned up more, hooking Lanie's long, slim legs over my shoulders, staring down at her thin frame and little titties with stiff small nipples. She had such beautiful eyes and lips, she was really outrageously pretty, if too thin for my general tastes. But I loved fucking her the same, and her 18 year old pussy felt divine as it squeezed my middle-aged, married erection. Hammering harder, hearing the loud noises of my pelvis smacking her small ass and thin thighs with each thrust, I drove the entire length of my fat shaft into that young woman's pussy again and again, while next to me the stepfather was doing the same to his horny blonde daughter. The thought occurred to me -- was this the only time, or just the first time, that Alexa was going to screw her stepdaddy? She sure seemed to love it. "Oh Daddeeeee -- fuck meeeee -- YESSSSS!" wailed the horny teen, having a hard cum around the man's huge cock, only confirming the legitimacy of my question. I felt a cum swelling in me, undoubtedly my final one for the night, and I was drilling my cock into Lanie's body deeper, staying inside her moments before pulling out, getting ready to do so. Mark saw me doing that, and he had other plans for her. "No -- Lanie -- let him cum in Gina -- Gina, take her place," barked the man. He was full of himself now, giving orders to the other two girls with his dick inside his stepdaughter. Gina was quite sore and just smiled at him, but Lanie's face turned even more ashen white, like she was a robot with no option but to obey. She gave me this look of compliance, and I didn't argue. I pulled my cock out of her pussy for the last time, kneeling up and catching my breath with hands on my hips. Meanwhile Lanie rolled away from under me, and sexy Gina took her place. Arching her back to shove those big tits into the air, spreading her bronze thighs, the sexy brunette pulled her knees back and moaned for me to fuck her, and to cum in her again. I did just that. I rammed my aching dick back inside that tight Latina cunt, and within a few strokes, I was there. My balls erupted, and I started pumping whatever semen I had deep inside Gina's pussy. "Oh fuck yes give it to me!" screamed the slut, clutching my ass with her ankles to trap me inside her, squeezing out every last drop of cum into her high school cunt. Shortly after that, Mark was there too, humping his blonde stepdaughter relentlessly. She was staring up at him, holding her knees open, letting him to whatever he wanted. And what he wanted to do was, fill her cunt with jism. Mark humped her furiously, grunting, almost growling, with her moaning in delight. Then his flat pelvis hammered away at her body, making loud smacking noises, his penis also making squishy noises as he screwed her cunt. Both of them moaned in ecstasy, as his cock began orgasming, squirting semen inside her pussy. Alexa and Gina lay back, side by side, sweating and squirming, their stretched-open, aching pussies not only drenched in girly pussyuices but now filled with more male cumsauce. Mark, admiring how the two girls looked, reached a hand over to Lanie's long, red hair. "Okay honey," moaned the stud, pushing Lanie's face down towards Gina's body, "go clean her up -- lick that pussy clean -- AND her butthole, too!" Gina cackled in delight. "Yeah!" she laughed, pulling her knees open even more. It was like Lanie was a sex toy or something, being used for everyone's delight. Mark forced her head down (although, is it forced if she doesn't resist), pushing her mouth against Gina's messy cunt. I watched as the redhead's pink tongue slipped out, lapping up the mix of juices on Gina's reddened vaginal lips, off of her clitty, and then -- as Mark pushed her head down more -- off of Gina's puckered asshole. Gina laughed at the feeling of a girl tongue on her butthole, but allowed it to happen. Lanie's face hardly had any emotion, as she dutifully cleaned out Gina's twin holes. Then, it was Alexa's turn to get cleaned out by Lanie. With Mark allowing no argument, gripping Lanie's long red hair still, he brought the girl's mouth to the blonde's messy cunthole and butt, and again had Lanie spent a few minutes licking clean every drop. Think the skinny redhead's job of cleaning up the mess was done? Oh, no, she was only half over. Without warning, Mark yanked her head off of Alexa's cunt and ass, and stared at her eyes with unforgiving resolve. "Now, go clean off our dicks AND buttholes," he almost spat at her, enjoying her reaction. She looked at him blankly, but hardly disagreeing. As he pushed her towards me, I figured, better get in position. I sat back on the bed, leaning way back, spreading my meaty thighs. Mark jammed the bitch's face against my messy cock and balls, all covered in sweat and juices. Her small pink tongue stuck out, and the teen began licking off my shaft and balls, lapping up whatever juices she found on them. Some of them would even have been her own. The stepdaddy pushed his sex slave's mouth downward more, below my balls, ordering her to clean up my butt. Gina cackled with glee, while Alexa just shook her head in disbelief. I, too, wasn't sure she'd actually do it. But, yup, she did -- I felt that petite tongue against my anus, and sure enough, she licked it clean, even sticking tongue inside my butt a few times. Never a fan of that, but I allowed it to happen. Finally, she had to do the same thing to Mark's cock and asshole. He was still semi-hard, really fucking her mouth good in fact, making her gag as she "cleaned" him off. He stuffed his cock into her mouth so deep, not sure it went in her throat, but she convulsed a bit until he let her up. Then it was time to clean he asshole, and he took a lot of joy in spreading wide, thrusting her mouth to his hole, and having her lick and tonguefuck his tight male poophole until he told her she was done. As she leaned up, trying to lick the nasty sweet flavor off of her lips and tongue, she finally gave a look of disgust on her face -- but, she got a round of applause from Gina, who was "proud" she did it. When Mark looked at Gina, as if to say she could have a chance too, Gina threw up her hands in protest. "Oh no not me," the girl laughed. Lanie looked at me almost embarrassed, but, she had a twinkle in her eye. She wasn't completely disgusted by what she just did. It turned her on to do what someone else told her to do. I figured, she was the kind of girl who yearned to be a sex toy for other people. It wasn't demeaning, it wasn't a negative thing. She got off being used. And used she would be, sometimes even painfully but always pleasurably, probably for many years to come. And with that -- it was now past 2 am -- my evening had to come to an end. I got nice, friendly, tongue-filled kisses from Gina and Alexa, but wasn't about to kiss a girl who just licked a couple male buttholes. She understood, I think. Mark and I high-fived, while Gina typed her cellphone number into mine, promising me I could text her anytime, and she'd send me the other girls' numbers too. Getting some help climbing back into my clothes, I hesitating leaving, but know I didn't have a choice. Duty called, I had to return to my regular, boring life. With one last look at the three nude teen dancers on that bed, I sighed and left the room. \* \* \* \* While I was trying to stay awake with multiple cups of coffee at (what turned out to be) a horribly boring and unproductive meeting, a lot of more fun was happening in that hotel room. I learned about it later, talking to Gina late that night after I got home from my flight and found my wife and kids totally asleep. Before leaving for breakfast and driving home, Mark had one last need for Lanie. Again grabbing her hair, which apparently both enjoyed, he dragged her half-away face down Gina's slim, bronze body. Spreading her thighs, Mark fingered Gina's pussylips and clitty a bit with a stiffened finger or two on his other hand, until he felt it the moisten. Then he pushed Lanie's face all the way into Gina's crotch, demanding that Lanie clean out Gina's pussy. I'm sure Gina's cunt must have tasted viciously nasty, from all that sex over the evening and morning, but Gina reported that Lanie dutifully stuck her tongue into her friend's vagina and began licking earnestly. Gina told me that Lanie drew a good, wet orgasm into her mouth, to the point that Gina almost squirted juices into the redhead's mouth. Then, Gina said, Mark made Lanie do the same to Alexa, telling Lanie something like, "Eat her cunt too, make her feel good, give her a good hello." Alexa apparently needed more time to work herself up, which Gina helped by leaning over to pinch and lick Alexa's stiffened pink nipples. Between Lanie's tonguefucking and Gina's tit-play, Alexa whined and winced, then her pussy spasmed with a hot, wet climax. Not done with Lanie, and still gripping a fistful of her hair, Mark got on her knees behind bent-over Lanie and started to fuck her brutally hard. Gina said he was almost yelling at Lanie, something like, "You're going to have sex with me," and, "You're going to let me cum in you." Lanie couldn't have moved away if she wanted, with Mark fist at the base of her skull grabbing her hair, with his body behind hers as she bent over on the bed. But Gina told me, it looked like Lanie didn't want to move, she didn't resist, she just shouted "fuck me!" a few times. Hearing all that, as I hid behind a locked door in my home office, two floors away from my sleeping wife, I was stroking my rock-hard cock. Gina and I started talking about how hot the orgy was, and in particular how good it felt to have my cock in her pussy. She kept asking if I really thought she was hot, and I told her every time, she's incredibly hot. Although she had school the next day, she was horny too, and we went onto video chat to mutually masturbate. I loved seeing her meaty tits bouncing, while she shoved fingers into that tight, trimmed cunt I'd fucked multiple times. She had me pumping hard while she came for me over the phone cameras. We promised to stay in touch and, while we live pretty far apart, we agreed we HAVE to find a chance to hook up again, possibly for a long weekend of hot sex. Would I cheat on my wife to fuck her again? Definitely, I have to admit. And, in the meantime, she promised me, she'd be fucking LOTS of cocks from now on. And pussies! As, I was sure, her horny blonde and redhead friends would be doing too. That orgy changed three young sex lives!

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Of all the things he could’ve done to improve his performance at work, perhaps experimental, long-term chemical boosters were not the ones he should’ve picked. There were so many beautiful, wonderful options that didn’t involve him deliberately screwing with his hormone balance or fat levels, and yet for whatever reason he never saw fit to pursue any of them; as soon as he became aware of the possibility that he might be able to warp his body to better fit the myriad of examples he had lined up on the wall, courtesy of his extensive collection of life-sized posters, the young feline couldn’t think of anything else. Perhaps he should’ve, given that his was not a form that was suited for the kind of heavy modification that he envisioned; much as he would’ve liked it to be, the fact was that even with easily accessible commercial genemodding, a good “baseline” was still needed if one wanted the best results, and his was… not. It was almost impressive how average he turned out to be, given what sort of genetic lineage he had to back him up; for Felix, having an entire family filled with hypers of all shapes and sizes (and quite literally so at that), only for him to go through puberty and early adulthood with just a few extra inches to his name was nothing if not dreadfully disappointing. He remembered when he still lived back at his parents’ place, with the section of his bedroom wall where he meticulously measured both his height and the size of his many assets, only to end up not really making a great many adjustments over the course of his teenage years. Indeed, if one were to take a look at it, the number of annotations would be so low one could be forgiven for thinking the poor cat had a stunted physical development; which, to be fair, was exactly how Felix himself saw it. Every time he looked at himself in a mirror, he was reminded of how little he had changed in the past decade, and while plenty of people would be more than happy to pay for the “twink femboy” aesthetic he had learned to exude by necessity (as, indeed, they had already), he wanted something more for himself. His greatest dream, and indeed a longstanding personal goal, was to find some way to tap into his family’s genetic history and unleash a body that he knew he had, a body that he knew he could rock if only he was given the chance. How, he had no clue, given that most treatments required certain base measurements that he simply lacked if he wanted to go straight for his size goals, and the slow road of stacked genemoddings over several years was just too expensive for his current paycheck. He could certainly save up, but ultimately he’d still be looking at a multitude of procedures spread over the course of several years, rather than the few short months it would normally take if he could just get it done with a single one. To say that it was a constant source of disappointment would be an understatement… hence why Felix latched on so quickly when he saw what he thought was a solution. It didn’t seem like a good idea at first, or at second, or at any of the other times he sat down and actually thought about it, hence why he’d taken to not thinking about it too much if he could avoid it; just as long as he fixated on simply getting it done instead of truly considering the consequences of it, then he could trick his brain into going forward without all that pesky nonsense involving regret, second-guessing himself, or all that idiocy of measuring pros and cons. No, the best option was to simply think about the endgame and fantasize about how his new chosen method would get him there, nevermind how he had no evidence it would even work at all, nor any reason to think he hadn’t just been scammed out of a substantial amount of pocket change. Off to his side, placed right in the middle of his work desk, was a pill bottle; it looked almost offensively nondescript, made of cheap, see-through orange plastic with a white cap on top keeping the similarly-coloured pills within from falling out. If ever there had been a more perfect physical representation of the stock image, default concept of what a “pill bottle” was, there he had it, sitting there, taunting him, begging him to open the damned thing and down all of its contents. And he wanted to as well; Felix couldn’t deny that there was a great big part of himself, the same one that despaired whenever he looked at his own flat-as-a-board body, that wanted nothing more than to take all those little while pellets at once and let fate take the wheel. Granted, he was aware doing so would likely end in a nasty overdose, so he wasn’t about to do anything so drastic… but he really wanted to, given what the pills were purported to do. He had no guarantee that it wasn’t just fake publicity, but he did do his homework before buying a bottle, and from what he managed to find, it looked as if the product was legitimate, even if it fell far too close to “too good to be true” for his liking. From what he’d gathered, these were supposed to be part of a “revolutionary new treatment”, one that utilized “the latest” in whatever technology to bring a whole lot of buzzwords, yada yada, genemodding at affordable prices without the pesky need for actual medical interventions, fully available today for the low low price of far too many hundreds of dollars. It was, in all respects, obviously fake; it had to be, because how else would it be able to make such outrageous claims? It couldn’t be real, hence it wouldn’t do that much harm if Felix were to spend, say, a couple of weeks using his free time to look into the product, its supposed effects on hypers and non-hypers, as well as just enough statistics to understand what the studies were actually saying. All, of course, because it had to be fake, thus it was his duty to find out how it was lying and why it was doing so; that this resulted in him slowly convincing himself that the product was the real deal was entirely coincidental and not at all his intention, since, ultimately, he was just testing the null hypothesis… or something, he stopped paying attention to the powerpoint slides after the fiftieth or so with too many numbers for his liking. The important part was that the company selling the pills provided test results, and these results looked good enough to justify purchasing the product at an outrageous premium just so he could be one of the first to see what it would do for him. Granted, none of this would’ve happened if part of the contract he had to suspiciously sign didn’t include a return clause that stated he was entitled to a full refund in case “maximum satisfaction” wasn’t achieved, and while he was uncertain whether or not this would hold up in a court, Felix was too size-starved to properly think things through anymore. All he wanted was to be bigger, and as long as he got what he wanted, then everything else was secondary; even better was how the results were supposed to be visible within a week at most, with one dose being taken every two weeks in order to space it out properly. That he was only expected to take a single pill every fortnight was nothing short of ludicrous, and indeed as the cat moved to pick the small plastic container up to remove the first of what would be a great many doses, he was convinced that he was about to throw money down the drain. He chuckled, being thoroughly certain that nothing would happen and he was deluding himself into thinking otherwise purely because he was so desperate; for a moment, he even considered not taking anything at all, and just sending the intact bottle back once a month or so had passed, purely for the sake of plausible deniability. Ultimately however, what would be the point? He bought it, he had it, he might as well take the medicine and see if it did something; there was always a non-zero chance that it was actually supposed to work as advertised, so why not make good use of those odds? He lost every shot he didn’t take after all, so with a loud gulp and a sore throat, the cat threw a single pill into his mouth, ignored the horribly acrid taste, and swallowed his little miracle pellet. From there, it was a waiting game; much as he might want immediate results, he went into it knowing that, even if it did work, it’d still take a week. It was still enough to get him to check himself in the mirror every day as he woke up, however, obsessing over every detail and potential boost, making triple-sure that what he was seeing was just a change in posture and not an actual increase in body mass. The wall next to his bedroom door certainly gained a whole lot more scratches on it thanks to his twice-daily check-ups, but even then… nothing. He assumed, perhaps entirely correctly, that a dose of growth-inducing chemicals running through his body wouldn’t just start working all at once after an arbitrary amount of time passed; even aspirin didn’t do that, so something far more complex would certainly have a prolonged, delayed reaction where small increments added up to noticeable changes. Felix thus expected to see himself grow slowly over the course of the first week, thus that at the end of it, he’d notice some difference between his older self and his new one; instead, he got nothing, leaving him to think that he had been scammed and now had to deal with the consequences of it. Indeed, by the night of the sixth day, the feline went to bed with the biggest scowl he’d ever felt on his face, with the only saving grace in all of that bullshit being the fact that he could, still, technically, ask for a refund. Going to sleep took longer than usual, on account of him feeling like grimacing hard enough to shatter glass with his grumpiness alone, and even when he did he still felt every miserable second run by him in those last few ones before his brain finally shut off. Every wrinkle on the sheets, every imperfection underneath him in the springs, everything was magnified a thousandfold for one final, dreadful moment of discomfort before the blessed nothingness of night finally took him. When he woke up, he didn’t feel any better; one week of no gains had left Felix with the kind of mood best befitting a caffeine addict having been denied even something as basic as a mocha for a month straight, and with no further alterations being expected, he didn’t expect to feel any better that morning. He’d even thrown away the pencil he was using to mark his “changes” on the wall… after accidentally snapping it in half in a fit of rage the night before. Not much else he could do really, not after spending over half a thousand dollars on a pill bottle filled with either placebos or something dangerous that nonetheless did sweet fuck-all to solve his actual problem. So annoyed was he that he completely failed to notice how his balance was not at all like it used to be, or at least he chose to interpret that as a momentary morning thing that would resolve itself as soon as he had some coffee and banged his head against the wall for ten seconds straight. He didn’t notice that he felt heavier as well, subconsciously choosing to believe that was the result of a night of very poor sleep rather than anything more meaningful. And he didn’t notice that his perspective on his surroundings had changed as well, at least not until he swept his hand over the top of his desk and, rather than grabbing the pill bottle he fully intended to throw in the trash can until he fished it out several hours later in deep regret, he got nothing but air. Of all things, this was what brought him back from his stupor, as he was well aware of where the desk was, how high it happened to be, and how long his arms were. For there to be nothing there meant his desk had collapsed… or, as Felix came to very quickly realize when he bothered to look down at himself, his body had changed. He didn’t want to believe it at first, hence why he nearly tripped on himself trying to get to the bathroom as quickly as he could, completely forgetting about the mirror in the wardrobe door he had just a couple of feet from where he kept his desk. Stumbling and losing track of his center of gravity, the cat barely made it to his destination before his legs gave up entirely, though not because he was particularly tired; it was hard to keep them from rattling when he imagined what he must look like, and it wasn’t two seconds from when he first laid eyes upon his new self that his ability to control himself was thrown out the window. What the neighbors heard was a great big series of victorious cries, followed by a loud thump, a shout, and a longer series of expletives shouted at the top of the cat’s voice; they all assumed the young man had won the lottery, or maybe received a positive response to a request for dinner, any number of possibilities that didn’t involve what had actually taken place in those fateful few seconds atop the bathroom tiles. Felix had been so used to seeing himself as a tiny, scrawny pipsqueak for so many years that the sight of himself with curves was already enough to cause his pleasure centers to overload, nevermind everything else that had happened to him. It was one thing for his hips to flare out while his waistline contracted just enough to give himself a proper hourglass look; this alone would have sufficed to make up for years of neglect on the part of his hormones. Instead, he added to that some extra squish to his thighs, and, from what he could tell by running his hands across his cheeks, quite a bit of pudge to his ass as well! He could almost sink his hands into it, which as far as he was concerned was a fantastic first step, especially when taken with what had happened on his chest. Never in his wildest dreams could Felix have imagined that he would have tits; yes, plenty of people in his family did, and it was altogether expected that an awakening of size would bring with it an excessive amount of boob to go along with it, but given how disappointing his puberty had been, the cat had simply assumed he’d never have a bust. For him to not just be given one, but a pair big enough that he was going to need some heavy-duty cup sizes in order to keep them supported (or however it was that worked, he never bothered to check), was a dream come true. What he had between his legs, however, was less than impressive, on account that it didn’t really change all that much: still the same shape, still the same number, still the same size; the only noticeable difference was that it was apparently more sensitive, but that was just as easily chalked up to him being particularly horny as a result of everything else taking place. Still, the “rest” was more than enough, especially once he got over the initial shock and began to bounce all over the house, not even bothering to hide how giddy he was as he tried to get a good look at just about every part of him that he could: all the jiggling and wobbling, the aggressive swaying from side to side, even all the extra tiredness that came from carrying so much more weight! Poor thing ended up slumped against a wall panting as he was faced with the first hurdle of suddenly being about twice his old weight, and not just thanks to the additional assets; a cursory look revealed he was about a foot taller, with proportional gains to the rest of him, which, along with the ass and tits and legs and heavens above the bit of fat to his belly, left him significantly… sturdier, to put it politely. It made putting on clothes that much harder, as it did trying to walk without ripping them apart or at least opening several gashes in the cloth; yet, for every step he took, for every time he heard his shirt threaten to tear to open or his jeans groan in complaint at the amount of rump they were having to contain, the happier he felt. He couldn’t quite explain why the growth had all kicked in at once, nor how that was even possible, but the advertisement did say he would see results within a week, and that was technically on point. Weird, unconventional, and certainly close to breaking the laws of physics, but it was there… as were the rest of the pills. The instructions said two weeks to a dose, meaning that it was likely he was due for another growth spurt at least, but what would happen if he took another one? Surely, all the bad stuff had been flushed out of his system… surely. Plus, he had his shift later that night, and what was better than surprising his boss with his new body than to have it grow further in front of the crowd? Very few things, as it would turn out. It was time for an extra dose.

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Title: WITD Part 4: An Unexpected Visitor by TakiroRyn Tags: Canine, Fox, Humor, M/F, Nudity, Shy, Story Progression, Story Series, Vulpine, Wolf, jealousy \*\*\* 2 days later \*\*\* Kane kept his questions to himself after asking about her collar, and Takiro never mentioned it to him. Kane had to go to work the next day, worried about the little fox being alone for ten hours. But once he turned on the television for her, she took care of herself on her own and was fine when he got back. Now that he was off from work, he was watching tv with Takiro watching as well on the floor. Things were quiet, until the front door burst open and a tall, sexy wolf stood in the doorway, her bright green fur contrasting against the sunset behind her. She wore a tight tank top that nearly made her D-cup breasts pop out of her shirt, along with tight jeans. Along the tip of her paws, her tail, ears, and muzzle was dipped in a dark blue color, her hair trailed down her back in long locks of green highlighted with blue. "Hey bae\~ I'm home\~" the she-wolf murred, walking in and stopping at the sight, her bright red eyes wide before she frowned irritably at the small silver fox on the floor. Both Takiro and Kane had jumped when the door had opened, the little fox seeming to almost have a heart attack at the sound as her eyes darted from the tv to the door and at the she-wolf that stood there with a look of annoyance directly at Takiro. Kane jumped up from his seat, his eyes wide. "Tao... You're back?" He questioned confusingly, walking over to the green wolf. Tao turned her eyes from the small fox on the floor to the wolf, a smile creeping on her face. "I came back as early as I could, I missed you so much\~" she purred, stepping towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her, planting her lips hard onto his own. From the corner of Kane's wide eye, he saw Takiro get up and quickly dash out of the living room and into her room, the door slamming closed behind her. \*\*\* 'That was scary... And awkward...' Takiro thought in her head as she leaned against the door, sliding down the smooth wood to sit on the floor. The loud noise when the she-wolf barged in spooked her badly, but the sight of someone she did not know frightened her even more. And those eyes that glared at her, she had felt the hate and confusion coming from that gaze. She had to get out of that room, she knew it was a bad situation she didn't want to get involved with. So she bolted for it. Things have been nice the past few days, but she had a deep feeling in her chest that her presence will be very bad. Ryn sighed softly and leaned her head back against the door, hearing voices coming from the hall that was muffled by the door. \*\*\* "You FOUND her?! And picked her up off of the streets?!" Tao exclaimed, louder than what Kane expected and he winced visibly. "She was scared and hurt, and she had nothing." He tried to explain to her, to try to calm the she-wolf, but that seemed to go the wrong way. "Nothing? So you brought her home 'naked'?!" She exclaimed once more, huffing as she stormed off into the kitchen. He sighed and followed her. "She was hurt. Badly. And you know how the streets can be in the middle of the night. She could've been raped or killed if I left her there." He tried once more, stepping towards the wolf that had her back turned towards him, her arms crossed over her chest as she sulked. "Then why didn't you take her home then?" She questioned, glancing at him with suspicious eyes. "She doesn't have a home. She literally has nothing." He told her, frowning. Normal Tao's jealous behavior. "Then how long is she staying here?" She asked, turning towards him to give him a hard stare. "I... Don't know. She's only been here for a few days though." He muttered quietly, stepping back from her glare. He knew he would have to deal with Tao sooner or later, but he didn't expect her to be back for another week. Tao stared at him for a few more moments before growling a bit and turning away from him, walking off to his room to slam the door, causing him to flinch from the noise. He sighed heavily and shook his head. He never could understand women. \*\*\* That Night \*\*\* The worst thing than not being able to sleep, was the noise across the hall that wouldn't let Takiro sleep. She was curled up beneath the warm blankets, now with her pillow over her head to block out the loud, screaming moans that the she-wolf was making through the walls from Kane's room. She had stayed in her room for the rest of the day, refusing to come out even when Kane asked her why. He brought her food while she comforted herself in her usual way: brushing her fluffy tail. There wasn't really much in the room to keep her busy, so she kept herself busy in her own way. Her wrists and thighs still hurt her while her body was still sore in some places, but it didn't bother her. Right now, it was just hard to get to sleep with Tao's loud moaning coming through two layers of wall, or Takiro's ears were really sensitive to noise. She sighed heavily, pulling her head from beneath her pillow to slowly get up and crawl out of bed. She wore no clothes, feeling uncomfortable when she tried to sleep with them on. She walked towards the window and carefully opened it, not like anyone could hear it with the noise in the other room. She climbed through it with ease, landing on the soft ground. She was only going to be out for a little while, at least long enough for those two to end their fun for the night. She continued walking along the soft grass, coming up to an overly-large oak tree with its branches nearly touching the ground below it. She looked up at the taller branches and smiled a bit, running up to the closest, lowest branch, jumping up onto it before letting her paws take hold of another above it, swiftly climbing up. She was rusty, but her skills in climbing trees like this never failed her. She climbed about halfway up, the leaves not so thick as the season was changing to autumn. She sat down on the branch she stood on, balancing herself as she looked up at the moon past the branches above her, he legs swaying in the air. Nature had always called to her, ever since she learned to survive out in the wild all by herself. It was the only thing she had ever known. After Kane finding her and showing her these new things that she never even heard of, her perspective of the world had completely changed. It was all strange to her, and with the appearance of Tao and the noise coming from the other bedroom would mean she would probably stay holed up in her room to keep away from the she-wolf. Takiro let out a soft sigh, pulling one leg up onto the branch to rest against her chest, resting her chin on her knee as she gazed out at the bright moon, hoping things could get better again for her. \*\*\* "Hey Tashira, what'cha doing?" Tao mused as Takiro sat in front of the tv watching Pok?mon. The sound of Tao's voice caused the little fox to jump and quickly turn her eyes away from the screen to the she-wolf standing in the kitchen doorway. At the sight of Tao, Takiro swung her tail around to hug against her chest, always having that uneasy feeling being around Tao. "Um... Just watching tv..." She mumbled quietly, not even going to try to correct her on not saying her name right. Kane was working, and it was just the two girls alone in the house, which Takiro had a bad feeling about. "Well, I'm not gonna sit here all day to die of boredom." Tao sighed, walking down the hall to disappear for a few moments before coming out with a duffle bag slung around her shoulder. Takiro's ears perked up curiously before Tao took hold of the little fox's arm, pulling her up from the floor. "Hmm maybe you could use a little exercise anyways." Tao muttered, basically dragging the little fox out the door, stopping to lock the house behind them. "Uhm, where are we going?" Takiro asked quietly, now only having no choice but to follow the she-wolf into her neon green and black mustang. Tao threw the duffle bag in the back seat while Takiro climbed in, the wolf sitting down in the driver's seat before closing the door and starting the car. "You'll see." Was the only reply Takiro had gotten before they drove off towards town.

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Title: Friends Ch. 02 Tags: fellatio, sex in car, ejaculation, orgasm, multiple cocks, dogging ONE. After their exciting New Year party, when Jill had give John a blow job, and enjoyed a fuck with Rod's large, unusual penis, whilst Alan had fucked both Paula and Diana, life returned to normal for Jill and Alan. The experiences would fuel their love-making by exchanging detailed memories of that evening, as they aroused each other. Some days later, relaxing in bed after enjoying sex together, having re-lived the more lurid moments of the party, Jill was a bit circumspect. 'Are you okay, darling?' Alan asked, stroking her breasts. 'Yes, thanks. But I was just wondering what exciting sexual adventure we can have next. A bit of something to spice it up a bit. What do you fancy Alan? Have you ever tied dogging?' 'Well, no. Never! Have you?' 'No. But I've often wondered what it's like?' Jill was snuggled in Alan's arms, feeling his hand casually caress her breasts. 'Having anonymous cocks fucking you, one after the other.' 'Sounds fun,' Alan laughed. 'Let's take a look at some video clips on Xhamster.' Alan slipped out of bed for his I-pad. He soon found the dogging videos. They found them horny and arousing. As they watched the action, each played with the other's genitals. After half an hour of viewing, they got into a 69 position and had oral sex. Jill always enjoyed cock sucking, whilst Alan was licking Jill's wet vulva, slipping his tongue deep into the delicious vagina. Orgasms were not quite together, but close. Alan ejaculated first, triggering a jerking climax from Jill. They lay side by side, recovering from their exertions. Alan asked, 'Would you like to try it? We can soon find a dogging spot, I'm sure.' 'Is it safe?' 'Of course. The regulars keep a tight control. Condoms essential. If the lady says no, there's no forcing.' 'How do you know all this?' 'I checked it out on the internet. Out of curiosity!' 'Oh yes? So you have been thinking about it! I'm not sure I have the nerve though.' 'Well, you don't have to have full sex. Just enjoy watching, or letting guys feel your tits. Handle their cocks. Masturbate them. That sort of thing.' Jill took Alan's cock in her hand. 'Mm. That sounds fun. Sucking anonymous cocks. Shall we try it? 'Okay. When?' 'I'll think about it. When the weather's a bit warmer, though.' The subject of dogging wasn't brought up again for a few weeks. But in early March there was an unusual warm spell of weather. Jill had never forgotten the idea. In fact, she often fantasized about it. At an appropriate time, after satisfying sex, she mentioned it again to Alan. 'I think I'm ready for a bit of dogging, Alan.' 'Good! Well, the weather's unusually warm for the time of year, and still fairly dark in the evenings, so let's give it a try.' 'When?' 'Well, Fridays are good nights. I've been doing some research on the internet and found what I think is a good place for it.' TWO It was suggested by Alan that he take his Panasonic video recorder to capture Jill's activities, for later play back. Jill would be too busy to see what was really happening, so they could play it back when they got home. Jill was struck by the possibility of re-living the experience on the screen. For their first time, Jill didn't want to offer herself for full sex. She was too nervous for that. Just feeling and groping, to see if she could handle it. Perhaps some cock-sucking. Alan would be nearby, recording the action, if she found it too much. She was very nervous all day, which was unusual for a such a street-wise lady. But a new sexual experience was something that excited her. Jill found herself thinking of her first experience with playing with a cock herself. One of the older members offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. One thing led to another, and she ended up playing with his erect penis, rubbing it up and down until it spurted in her hand. She had been nervous at first, since this was the very first cock she had felt, and her first experience of sperm, which she found very erotic. Although he was rather ugly, he had a nice cock, so she began to enjoy playing with it, tossing it off. For some reason, he had never tried to feel her, or even kiss her. This happened twice a week and Sunday afternoons. So Jill soon got to know every wrinkle of this guy's cock. About five inches, fairly thick, but heavily veined. The time came when, studying the cock at close quarters, she felt her head being pushed to the head. For some reason, Jill found herself opening her mouth to take it in. That was an sublime moment, changing her sex life forever! The feel of a cock in her mouth was an great thrill. She explored the shaft with her tongue and lips. Enchanting! And when he came, filling her mouth with several spurts of warm sperm, it was a most sexy sensation. Jill thought the taste of sperm exciting and amazing! Thereafter, she became a slave of the cock! New boyfriends enjoyed having their cocks sucked by this beautiful lady. She was rather surprised at eighteen, that she had waited so long to sample one. There had been many cocks since those days, and Jill discovered that no two cocks were quite the same. Ever since her first fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery for Jill. There had been many. But meeting Alan had put a stop to her freedom. Well, mostly, if not quite. She recalled Alan's first feel of her vulva in his car on the moors. She had played sucked his cock until it exploded, whilst she herself had a very intense orgasm. She was on a high all day at work, feeling anxious with anticipation of what might happen. The good news was that it was a dry and a fairly warm day as forecast. After dinner, they went to change for the evening. Jill just dressed in lace panties, no bra, and a top coat was all she needed. She was in a state of perpetual nervous excitement at the prospect of sucking strange cocks. Alan had suggest she wore a face mask to cover the upper part of her face. It would have two purpose, he told her. First, so that she could not be recognized in the unlikely event that there was someone there who might know them, but secondly, to help her to believe herself to be someone else doing these things. Masks often helped to hide a person from themselves. They still had several masks from Christmas in the cupboard. She chose a cat's face. It was past eight-thirty when they eventually drove out of their driveway. They used Alan's Kia Sedona with Jill sitting in the rear seats, with ample room for her to stretch. The site he'd chosen from the internet was the secluded car park at the back of a metro supermarket on the edge of town, about two miles from home. It was closed after eight in the evening, and was fairly accessible from the road. The space was surrounded by trees. It was carefully guarded. When they approached the place, Alan slowed down, indicating turning into the area. There was a car at the narrow approach, with two men who gestured for him to stop. After a quick look inside, they motioned for him to drive on. The large car park was fairly well lit. As they drove to the far end of the park, Jill saw several cars already parked up, most with interior lights on. It was the first warm evening for weeks, which attracted the doggers. Already, there was action going on in two of them. One of the cars had it's passenger door open, with a lady bending over, leaning against it. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, with a guy fucking her from behind. Three others were standing round watching, cocks in hand, waiting for their turn for a fuck. Other cars seemed to have people waiting to see what developed. Perhaps just voyeurs. There were quite a lot of men taking advantage of the warm evening, in search of free sex. Alan parked beside a Land Rover discovery, which had driven in ahead of them, with a couple in it. Alan turned to Jill. 'Okay?' he asked. Feeling very tense, she nodded, unbuttoning her coat, to expose her breasts and bare torso. She smiled nervously at Alan as he opened his door to step out with his camera. Jill then wound the windows down, turning on the interior lights, as if beckoning someone to approach. The occupants of the Land Rover had, meantime, opened the car doors, where the lady got out to open the boot, arranging herself, sitting on the tail-gate. Her blouse was open, displaying large, heavy breasts with enormous areolae and nipples. The other occupant, a middle aged man of sturdy build, was walking round the front of Alan's car, towards Jill's open window. Jill saw the man approach the open window, gazing down at her naked groin and belly. She felt vulnerable! Her mouth was dry with expectation. Jill's muscles tensed and her throat dried as she watched his arm reach tentatively though the window, finger tips touching her belly. Jill gave an involuntary shiver at the touch. She gasped. 'May I?' she heard him ask. After a brief hesitation, her heart thudding against her ribs, Jill nodded. Feeling every nerve in her groin tense, she closed here eyes, concentrating on the sensation of foreign fingers on her vulva. It was already awash with her private nectar, in expectation of being penetrated. The fingers were soft and sensitive, gently exploring her groin, sneaking through her pubic hair. As they reached her clitoral hood, there was a lurch inside her belly. Oh God! She whispered to herself. She swallowed. This is it! The fingers found her labia, carefully searching the vestibule, rubbing the cluster of fleshy petals round her vagina. Oh God! This was so fucking exciting! She almost had an orgasm on the spot, her nerves were so aroused. Opening her eyes, Jill turned her head to the open window. The guy had unzipped, displaying his hard cock sticking out from the flies. Whilst fingers of one hand explored her vulva, discovering the opening of her vagina, his other hand was holding his sturdy cock, pointing it at her face, slowly masturbating. Taking a deep breath, Jill plucked up courage to reach across to touch it, stroking it tentatively with the pads of her fingers. It felt heavenly! Smooth! Although she had played with many cocks before, this was somehow different. She didn't know this one. It was a total stranger. Growing in confidence, Jill curled her hand round the shaft, dragging back the foreskin, wanting to examine the slit. She felt the fingers between her thighs start to penetrate her, slowly pushing in and out of her pussy. With a thrilling trembling in her thighs, Jill pushed her head across to the cock, taking it gradually into her mouth. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. A stranger's cock! In her mouth! Not too long, but thick. Her tongue explored every bit of it, lingering on the head, feeling it responding to her stimulating touch. It was then that she realized that a second hand had joined in from the opposite window, caressing her inner thigh, wanting a feel of the more private part with the first guy. At the same time another erect cock appeared on her left, whilst a hand moved through the window to find the nipple of her left breast. Taking her hand from the first cock, whilst still running her mouth around it, she took hold of the second cock. Nice and firm with a loose foreskin. Her thumb and index finger jerked it up and down. Her eyes devoured the sight of her hand playing with it. Jill guessed it was a good six inches, though not particularly thick. It had a slight bend in it she noticed, as she studied the pronounced swelling down the underside. Slowly, she slid her mouth over the cock until her lips reached the public hair. Jill enjoyed giving deep throat, relaxing her throat, feeling the head deep inside. She started to nod her head up and down on it, feeling the head rub against the roof of her mouth. Suddenly, the cock erupted, filling her cheeks with warm thick sperm. Oh my God, she said to herself! An incredible taste! Jill exulted in the wonderful flavor of a stranger's cum. It was an incredible experience for her, even though she had often enjoyed having sperm in her mouth. Somehow, this was different. After a few moments of gently sucking the spent shaft, as it began to deflate, Jill swallowed the offering. She turned her face to the other cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth. She was over the moon with taking between her lips the second cock of the evening. Meanwhile, two fingers were still pushing deep inside her vagina, creating a phenomenal sensation in her groin. But this second cock didn't have the staying power of the first. Within a very few minutes, after vigorous sucking, it, too, was emptying its load inside her cheeks. The taste was a subtle difference from the first. More salty and not as plentiful. The cock soon subsided. the sperm slid down her welcoming throat. Jill wanted more! On a sudden impulse, Jill unlocked the doors, then opened hers wide, before swinging one leg out of it, keeping the other resting on back of the driver's seat, with her thighs wide open, available to any searching hand. She was feeling insatiable, desperate for more cock! The guy feeling her pussy, had opened the door and was now sitting beside her. She could feel him masturbating, pressing his cock against her inner thigh. Two more guys approached her, erections sticking out of their open trousers, being held in their hands. Side by side, they stood in the open door, reaching their hands in to grope at Jill's boobs and inner thighs. One of the cocks already had its foreskin retracted, the polished purple head looming large in front of her eyes. It was a swarthy color, lightly veined along the shaft. She took the base in her hand, then opened her lips to suck the head, running her tongue round the ridge. Down, underneath the shaft. Jill gasped in surprise at the scent of pussy juice round the hairy base of the cock. This guy had just recently finished fucking some other woman. Oh my God!! Her vaginal juices had collected like a collar round the bottom of his cock. He was coming to Jill for seconds! The thought gave her a spurt of lust, tasting the vagina of some anonymous woman whilst sucking the guy. At the same time, she took the other cock in her right hand, jerking it up an down, feeling the softness of the skin, taking in the heavy testicles. As she was busily enjoying her cock sucking, Jill realized that the opposite door had been opened, with the guy who had been groping her pussy through the window. He was now kneeling on the floor, bending over her with his head between her thighs, inhaling her scent and licking her private juices. It was an astonishing sensation, having a stranger licking your pussy and rubbing your clit whilst sucking another's cock. Jill was getting so aroused that she was finding it hard to hold back her orgasm. But why the hell should she? Yes! Let go! The cock she was jerking came with a violent thrust, the sperm splattering on her face and chin. Her belly fluttered wildly, her loins were shaking with sheer lust as her own orgasm started deep in her groin. Coming! Coming! Coming! Oooohh fuck! And the ecstacy shattered in her whole body, just as the third guy's cock exploded in her mouth. A double cum! She swilled the delicious sperm round and round in her cheeks, wallowing in the glorious orgasm, licking her sperm covered lips. As she subsided from her climax, the cock slipped from her mouth, but a fourth cock quickly replaced it. A big one! It stretched her lips as it forced its way inside. When Jill opened her eyes, she saw it was black! Admiring the wonderful monster, she slowly jerked it with her hand, whilst licking and tonguing the head. Slipping her mouth over it, she felt a cock penetrate her vagina. Oh fuck! Not what she had intended, but what the hell! It felt out of this world. It suddenly withdrew, splashing warm sperm on her inner thigh, as the guy who had been finger-fucking her ejaculated over it. Gosh! All this sperm to enjoy! Jill was now totally immersed in sheer eroticism. There were hands all over her by this time. Boobs, pubic hair and vulva. She had no idea how many blokes were enjoying her body. The big black cock was now really fucking her mouth. She was treated like the slut she felt she was. Glorious sex! The black cock discharged violently in her mouth and withdrew in time for her to gulp in some air, but not for long. Another cock filled her mouth before she had even swallowed the last lot of sperm. Inside her vagina, fingers were fucking her deep and hard. Overflowing with lust, Jill was close to another orgasm. How long she had been sucking cock she had no idea. Time was meaningless. She was floating in clouds of ecstacy. Jill felt a cock trying to penetrate her bottom. The guy at her side was kneeling on the floor, trying to get his cock inside her. She desperately wanted to feel it inside her. Reaching down between her legs, she took hold of the stiff rod, guiding it towards her vagina as she bobbed up and down on the cock inside her mouth. He mind was in utter turmoil. Another orgasm was welling up inside her responding to the stimulation of her clit and pussy. Trying to get inside her vagina, the cock erupted before it could get there, splattering cum over Jill's clitoris and pubic hair. It seemed to spurt for ever. Then the cock in her mouth blew its load as well, adding to the load of sperm already in her cheeks from the black cock, as yet more sperm splattered over her breasts. There seemed to be ejaculating cocks everywhere! Three ejaculations at the same time! The experience was astonishing! Yes! Yes! Oooh yes! The orgasm hit her! Her whole body felt the electric shock-like waves jolting her limbs. Her whole body was shaking and jerking. As she slowly subsided, Jill felt her face and breasts smeared in the sticky cum. Her fingers covering her vulva spread the sperm over her vulva. Then, quite as suddenly as it started, the guys all sidled away, tucking shrinking cocks back inside their trousers, leaving Jill exhausted, slumped in the back seat, rubbing sperm into her body. She heard the door close, looking up to see a smiling Alan, camera in hand. He sat beside her, his stiff cock protruding from his trousers. Jill suddenly felt a deep affection and love for this guy who had helped her to fulfil her widest sex fantasy. She bent down to fill her mouth with the cock. 'Gosh, Jill. That was so fucking exciting. Eight guys. And now me. I'm coming already.' And Alan exploded deep into Jill's throat. After swallowing Alan's sperm, Jill wrapped her coat round her. 'Come on, let's get home. I want to see the video.' The park was still full of action. Alan noticed that the large breasted woman in the Land Rover was being fucked, watched by several other guys. Some of them, no doubt, had already ejaculated on Jill, and were now waiting for another willing pussy. THREE Back home, they wasted no time getting to the bedroom, pausing only to fill glasses with red wine. Having tucked themselves under the duvet, Alan started to play back the action on their recorder, whilst toying with Jill's pussy, aware of its earlier activities with strangers' fingers and cocks. God!, he thought, she's a beautiful, sex-crazy woman. He could still smell the dried semen on her body. Kissing her mouth, he could taste it! Jill was amazed by the images of herself sucking the several cocks, now able to see the two guys who had tried to fuck her. Although rather exhausted by the evenings exertions, Jill couldn't avoid getting aroused by the images, but sighed at the sight of the guy ejaculating over her clit and pubic hair. 'That was so disappointing,' she told Alan. 'By that time, I was absolutely desperate for a cock inside. I wanted shagging hard. A deep fuck. But the poor guy couldn't hold back.' 'I'm not surprised,' Alan laughed. 'Oh God! I wanted shagging so badly,' Jill repeated, throwing the duvet back to reveal a naked Alan, thick cock hard and arrogant rising from his patch of thick hair. She heaved herself over Alan's thighs, sitting astride him, to take his cock in her fingers. She guided it straight into her wet vagina with a growl, and began bouncing up and down on it. Her breasts flopped up and down before Alan's eyes. Jill went beserk. Her vagina was stretched and filled with hungry cock! 'I need a good hard fuck,' she cried, eyes squeezed together. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's wonderful. I need to feel cock deep inside my most precious place. Deeper and deeper.' Alan's cock was at full stretch once more, as he pushed his thighs up and down to meet Jill's thrusts, his hands grappling with her soft breasts. She was really fucking him hard, gasping and moaning, delighting in every thrust into her depths. 'Oh God! I need cock. Lots of cock. Give it to me!' and she sighed and gasped. It was shagging at its most violent. Although he felt Jill's muscles begin to tremble and shake uncontrollably as she started to build to an explosive orgasm, it was Alan who came first, his testicles tightening as he emptied his sperm in the very depths of Jill's vagina, quickly followed by Jill's jerking. She cried out 'Oh yes! Yes! Yes! OH FUCK! Wowee!' Collapsing across Alan's body, Jill felt the cock wilting and softening inside her vagina, sperm tricking from her. Finally, she rolled from his body, to lie beside him. 'That's just what I needed!' she explained. She had lost count of her orgasms during the evening, but this was one of the best. 'We must do that again soon,' was Jill's breathless last thought before falling asleep, her body feeling completely content and satisfied.

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Title: Small Horses Can Be Best by seraphls Tags: Bondage, Fox, Horse, Humiliation, M/M, Master/Pet, Nudity, Orgasm Denial, Public, Undies, Young Clyde felt a mix of excitement and terror as he was taken down off the auction block. The last two times the young horse found himself on display for the crowds of prospective buyers, he wound up back in the squalid pits where unsold slaves were kept. The first time, Clyde had come up toward the end, when most of the prospective buyers had emptied their pockets for the large workhorses and fertile mares that came before him. The second time, a fight broke out as the slave before him fought with his handlers, ending his time on the block early. This time, though, fate had smiled on him, and he found himself being led by the bridle to the stable where purchased slaves were prepped for their new masters. Clyde was led to a stable off to the side, where several attendants waited. Several other slaves stood in washbasins, the filth of the pits being washed off them. The young horse suddenly became a bit self-conscious, realizing that he probably looked like a mess compared to the others, and was glad to be headed to where he could clean up. Clyde was led to a basin filled with cold water, and the shackles on his wrists were attached to a chain dangling from the rafters. His arms were lifted up over his head, and the bit of cloth dangling between his legs was pulled away and discarded. Clyde felt a blush creep across his face as he was exposed for everyone else to see. While he never made it a point to compare, he was only moderately endowed by the standards of his species. While hardly small by most standards, discerning buyers would frequently pass him up for a more "virile" stud. In the room filled with huge, older slaves, the horse felt almost diminutive. A bucket of water dumped over his head brought Clyde out of his thoughts. Another slave - a bear even younger than himself - was tasked with cleaning the horse and making him presentable for his master. The bear silently scrubbed at Clyde's fur with a wet cloth, getting the grime and stink off him as best he could. Clyde looked down at the fellow slave, asking him if he knew anything about the person who purchased him - whether he was cruel or nice was only secondary to the anxiety of not knowing. The bear simply went about his work without a word, with Clyde not knowing whether it was for lack of knowing or lack of permission to say. The bear patted at the inside of Clyde's thigh, indicating that he would need to wash between the horse's legs. Clyde blushed and shifted a bit in the basin as the slave scrubbed at his inner thighs. When the bear got to his bits, he gave a shy whinny as his sac and length were washed with the cold water. The other slave paid no mind, however - they were just another thing for him to wash - and went about his business with a completely blank look in his eyes. Clyde tensed up when the bear lifted up his tail to run the cold washcloth over his rear, washing between his asscheeks and lightly scrubbing his tailhole. The young horse blushed despite himself as his most intimate areas were bared and handled in front of everyone, but caught himself and simply lowered his head - a slave stable was the last place for modesty. A second bucket of cold water dumped over Clyde's head signaled the end of his bath. He gave an appreciative, if a bit bashful, smile to the bear, who simply moved along to empty the dirty water in the washbasin for the next slave. A guard came by to usher Clyde to the pens, patting the horse on his rear to guide him along to where he would await his new master. Clyde had a new bridle fastened over his head, this one smelling of fresh, rich leather. His tail gave an excited flick at the prospect of a rich master pampering him, but he quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought - no use getting his hopes up only to have them dashed. Clyde was secured to a post, which he leaned against while he fidgeted and fretted. It took almost an hour for paperwork to be filed, money to change hands, and superficial pleasantries to be exchanged before the door to the outside of the stable opened. Clyde immediately jumped to his feet, straightening up with his hands hanging at his side, presenting himself to his unknown master. A white fox approached the nervous horse, clad in a white overcoat covering an expensive-looking black and grey outfit. Accompanying him was a heavy-set wolf, easily recognizable to everyone in the pens as the "boss". The fox wore a dark pair of sunglasses and carried an oak walking cane in his paw. He calmly approached the horse and looked him up and down, tilting his head and walking around Clyde to inspect him from every angle. "Well then," the fox finally spoke, "Everything seems to be in order." "Everything's accounted for," the wolf confirmed, untying Clyde and handing the fox the reins, "I'll just grab a breechcloth for him to wear until he gets to your estate." "That shan't be necessary." The fox said simply, taking Clyde's reins, "I'll be taking him as-is, if you don't mind." The wolf shrugged casually and turned away, presumably to lead more new masters to their purchases. The fox smirked and placed his paws in his coat pockets, turning around. "Come now, my carriage is across town, but I have a few stops I'll need to make along the way. I'm Vince, but you are to address me as 'sir' or 'master'. Custom dictates that I give you a name myself, but I'm terrible at coming up with good names, so what name do you come with?" Clyde blushed at the prospect of being paraded around town without clothing. While it was not illegal for slaves to be nude in public, it was still uncommon for the most part for a master to bring his slave in public without any adornment. The young horse shifting nervously before walking along with his new vulpine master, "I'm Clyde, sir..." "Then Clyde you will remain," Vince affirmed, strolling out with Clyde's reins in paw, "Come now, the sooner we get these done with, the sooner we can head to your new home." Clyde nodded as the two set off. The horse blushed as he felt eyes on him, but nobody paid him any more mind than they would any slave being led around. Vince kept the least rolled in his paw, wanting his new buy close by him at all times, not that Clyde particularly minded. The fox had a pleasant smell to him that Clyde couldn't quite place, but found relaxing - lavender, maybe? Every now and then, the young horse would start looking around, losing himself in the crowded streets. A quick tug on his reins would jolt him back, though, bringing him quickly back to the fox's side. Before long, they came to a small shop at the corner of two streets. Clyde couldn't read the sign hanging above, but he could see through the window that it was some sort of leatherworking shop. "You'll wait out here," Vince instructed as he tied Clyde's reins to a post right outside the door, "Need to put in an order for a harness for you. And a proper bridle, not that lousy one that came with you." "Don't I need to come in?" Clyde asked, tilting his head in confusion, "I mean... doesn't he need my measurements?" "No need," Vince said, patting the folder of paperwork the slavers had given him, "I see no reason to doubt the ones you came with." Clyde nodded as Vince walked inside. The horse blushed and placed his paws over his flaccid length, feeling very conscious of everyone around him without his new master present. People passing by didn't seem to care much, but the occasional one lingered to look the horse up and down, causing Clyde to whinney nervously. His tail flicked around behind him as he leaned over, only able to catch glimpses through the window of his master talking to a rhino behind a counter. "Well now, what've we got here?" a voice behind Clyde made him jump. He looked back and saw a pair of large stallions, wearing expensive-looking loincloths and gold-plated slave collars. They had their arms crossed across their chests as they sneered down at the much smaller horse. "What's the matter, master too embarrassed to be seen with a little pony like you?" a paint horse asked with a laugh, pulling Clyde's arms away, "I sure would be - probably was looking to buy a mare and just got confused." Clyde yelped and struggled against the large stallion as the grey one reached in and groped at his sac. He let out a frightened whinney as he managed to wriggle free of the Paint's grasp, falling backward against the side of the building. "Heh, what an idiot." The Paint laughed, "You even got a name yet?" "His master probably named him after himself," the Grey joked, "Shit-For-Brains is a fitting name, right?" "Don't be so immature. It's probably something like Butt-Stallion." The Paint teased, towering over Clyde. Cylde scooted back as far as he could against the side of the building, trembling beneath the two large horses. With his lack of size, there was little he could do against the larger horses besides squeeze his eyes shut and cover his face with his arms. Before anything worse happened, however, a loud crack made Clyde's eyes shoot open to see the Paint clutching his cheek and growling in pain. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" Vince asked, a riding crop in his paw. While the two horses stood a full head taller than the fox, Vince's teeth were bared as he held the crop up threateningly "Or do I need to track down your owners and have them remind you of your place? Get the hell out of here, or I'll give you some of the discipline your owners have clearly been slacking on." The Paint glared at Vince, but thought better about doing anything that his master would make him regret later. He turned on his hooves, muttering obscenities under his breath as Vince knelt down to help Clyde back up. "I trust they didn't hurt you?" Vince asked, dusting off the horse's thighs and putting his sunglasses back on. "N-no sir." Clyde said meekly, still a bit shaken from the experience. He stood back up, giving Vince room to undo his leash from the post. It was then that Clyde noticed the small bag in his master's paw. "Just a little something for the trip home." Vince said with a sly grin before Clyde could ask, "Why don't we head that way now?" Vince gave Clyde a light pat on the rear with the tip of his crop, eliciting a blush from the horse. He stayed close to his master as they walked through the streets, looking back over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed by a pair of angry horses. Before long, however, they came to a covered carriage with a scrawny ferret for a driver. Vince tossed a coin the ferret's way and opened up the door for Clyde to enter. "It's a couple hours back to my estate. I figured I'd bring you there myself, rather than having you shipped off." Clyde blushed and nodded, climbing into the carriage and taking a seat on a velvet cushion. Vince climbed in after him, and the carriage was moving before he could even sit down. The fox folded his sunglasses and placed them in his coat pocket before reaching for the bag he had brought with him. Clyde said nothing, simply sitting with his paws folded over his crotch. "Well? Aren't you going to ask?" Vince asked with a grin. "Ask, sir?" "About your little present?" "Oh," Clyde blushed, his ears perking up, "Wh-what is in the bag?" Vince chuckled a bit and pulled out what looked at first to be just a tiny ball of fabric. He unfolded it to reveal a pink thong. The waist seemed more like a suggestion of a waistband, and the pouch in front was smaller than anything Clyde would have thought would pass as clothing. Vince saw the horse's eyes widen, and placed his paw in the front of the garment and tugged on it, showing how elastic it was. "I'm pretty sure it'll fit you. I went a couple sizes too small, but I'm sure it'll do." The fox teased with a wink, "Now come over here so I can help you try it on." Clyde blushed a deep red, nervously standing up and stepping toward his master. The fox leaned forward and held the undergarment open under the horse, who stepped into the legholes nervously. Vince gave a small murr as he pulled the thong up, dragging his fingers along the horse's lightly-muscled thighs as he went until he reached Clyde's crotch. "Definitely a good size," Vince cooed as he took hold of Clyde's sac, rolling his balls between his fingers before guiding them into the stretchy fabric pouch, "Horses have such a tendency to be so huge it's hard to do anything practical with them." Clyde just chewed on his lower lip nervously, not sure what to make of the compliment of his *lack* of size, "Th-thank you, master?" Vince just chuckled, pulling the tiny undergarment up the rest of the way, having to tuck the horse's length into the pouch. Clyde felt his cheeks burning as the fox lightly stroked the back of his paw over the bulge in his new underwear. "Come now," Vince said with a grin as he pulled the small horse down, guiding him to sit in his lap, "You at least deserve the best seat in here while we go." Clyde just bit his lower lip nervously, positioning himself as comfortably as he could in his master's lap. The soft fabric rubbed against him in ways he was hardly used to, cradling his bits as comfortably as a velvet-gloved paw. The young horse blushed as he felt his length starting to swell, stretching the tight fabric even more. "I see you're enjoying your gift," Vince acknowledge with a sly smile, stroking a paw up the horse's thigh, running his fingers along the waistband of his pet's thong, "That's a very special fabric, designed to hold you just right. Though you may find it takes some getting used to." Clyde whinnied softly, his hands folded meekly in his lap as his master's paw pressed against his bulge, kneading at it lightly as his growing length was held down by the tight underwear. He winced a bit and tried shifting his hips, but only served to arouse himself further. "I think my little horse needs something, doesn't he?" Vince laughed, slipping his paw into Clyde's thong and gingerly pulling his firm length out, giving in a squeeze, "I think I can find a good way to pass the trip." Clyde tensed up and shuddered as the fox stroked his paw up and down along his length, gasping as he pressed his thumb against the tip. Touching oneself in that way was strictly forbidden in the slave pens, and Clyde had always been passed up for a position as a stud. To have his master stroke him so was completely unusual for him, but he could hardly complain. Unsure of how to conduct himself, the horse tried his best to hold still as his master pawed at him, but Vince just patted him on the flank. "You seem quite pent up," the fox reassured him, "Enjoy it to the fullest." Clyde shuddered and started to roll his hips up into his master's paw, moaning and closing his eyes as the fox stroked his length. Vince gave the young horse's ass a firm squeeze, slipping a finger under the rear strap of his underwear to press at his tailhole. Clyde gasped at the feeling, flicking his tail around as he grasped onto the fox's shoulder. Vince murred softly and leaned in, sniffing at the horse's neck as he stroked at his pet. Despite being washed down, the smell of the slave pits remained on him - a thorough bath would be needed once they reached his estate. All the while, Clyde moaned and whinnied, bucking his hips upward into his master's paw, finding himself completely lost to the feeling as a finger slipped into his tailhole. As he leaned back into Vince, parting his legs and thrusting upward, the carriage stopped abruptly, causing the horse to stumble forward as he was jarred back into reality. The fox grumbled to himself and leaned his head to look out the window. "Well now... it seems we've reached your new home," the fox said somewhat disappointedly. He slid his finger out of the horse's rear and wiped it on a handkerchief, "Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I'm sure we can finish this another time." Clyde blushed and nodded, bringing himself to his feet and trying his best to tuck his still-hard length back into his tiny excuse for an undergarment. Vince just chuckled at the attempt and pulled the front pouch over him, making an almost comically-sized tent in the front as the door to the carriage swung open, letting the evening sunlight in. The fox climbed out and extended a paw to Clyde, helping the young horse clumsily stumble out, blushing deep red as he found himself nearly naked with a full erection in front of a massive house with a small crowd of slaves gathered in front, all staring right at him. "Well then," Vince smiled, ushering Vince toward the front door, "Shall I introduce you to your new friends?"

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Title: Meena - Saga of Tumultuous Sex Ch. 04 Tags: indian, slut I was not able to get over the unexpected interlude with Rajeev. It stayed on my mind for days and nights later and made me simply guilty in front of Dinesh who did little to make it better or even worse – that is and was the irony if one can use that word. He just did not show any emotion on any subject of my concern and more so if it was related to the tenants, and added to this one fine morning, he returned from his morning walk and told me, "I believe Rajeev is going to continue and Ravi was asking me if we can rent them the adjoining room which we have kept for storage purpose. I think we should go ahead and give it – we will get another 1500 per month additional and to top it – we will also have the room seeing some light." "How can you do it – without asking me – the things in that room are very essential and we do not have enough space in the house -" tried protesting. "Nope – let most of the things remain there – like the bed, mattress, bathing buckets and a few other things. I am told – Ravi's school teacher who is very fond of him is going to stay with them and they need all those things. They are going to pay us for that one time and we will let them have them . It is a one time deposit of around 15000 rupees. Good money at this time." Dinesh did shut my mouth. "Sir – can I come in please" and as we were still talking -Rajeev entered the house from the rear side. "Hey Rajeev come in – we were just talking about your discussion with me in the morning :" Dinesh responded and turned the other side. Just as he was talking on the phone to someone at work – I was jolted out of my wits – something was creeping on my left buttock – Rajeev was fondling my rear end with ease only to make me slap his hand off – he again put it back and this time – firmly through and through, he started to hold my left buttock and through the saree and petticoat – managed to insert his middle finger into my ass hole. Dinesh continued to talk on the phone and Rajeev continued to massage and managed to insert the middle finger up two inches and then three into my ass and my honey lover clasped the fore finger on my pussy and now had both the holes in a vise like grip through my saree and petticoat and while I was squirming to get out of this situation, . Dinesh turned around, " Ok Rajeev, please sign the lease papers tomorrow and take possession , am leaving now. Let us meet in the evening and conclude on the date of occupation etc." and left the room. He just did not turn or bother to see what this man was doing to his wife. Rajeev waited for Dinesh to close the door and turned my face littered with sweat and morning kitchen grime towards him and planted his snake like tongue on my cheeks not bothered about my repeated refusal to do anything with him and started to suck me on them and slowly but surely with his left hand's fingers doing all they were between the legs started to eat my lips – he smelt of chewing tobacco though mild but surely was a clean guy – had kept his mouth pretty clean – could smell "Listerine" on him – while he kept sucking and pushing his tongue down to make meet with mine and eventually he succeeded in making me hot – with all these forceful ministrations – and as if it was not enough – lifted me in his two hands and carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the double bed and kneeling on the same bed – began taking his sweat shirt off - " Rajeev – the door is not bolted – please -" and in that semi nude state he flighted down to the living room – bolted both the front and the back door only to return and torment me – this was the turning point in my life and from today – never said "NO" to enjoying SEX. I was sweating profusely – my mangalsutra was in a disarray and the Bindi dot on my forehead had become distorted beyond shape, and slowly his hands disrobed my saree off my breasts and took it off from my torso and released the knot at the waist only to wipe his own face with the 9 yards cloth which it was now in his hands – just gaped at him with lips parted and no mental strength to put any kind of resistance, I was just flowing with the situation. The mind did not agree but the body was willing. That is erotic build up at its best. I could feel this was the first sign of becoming a slut. He just kept staring at me and slowly ran his fingers over my face, mouth eyes and touched the nose ring with his forefinger while continuing to tug at the petticoat tie on the waist and slowly undid the garment only to push it down with his right feet while still straddling me kneeling around my waist on both sides, slowly removed the zip on his trouser and loosened the pant at the waist and eased it off his body. I just kept watching him while he did all this with one hand while the other one was prominently on my face – exploring the same with lot of patience and now inserted a finger into my mouth – making me taste and smell my own pussy and ass – which he had reamed with these very fingers a little while ago – he was incorrigible but irresistible. I could see how much impact this boy turned man was having on me – and making me squirm for him. I needed him – more than before – incidentally must share that after the last interlude he had quietly slipped a CD into my bedroom one day which contained lurid sexual acts – and one of them was a very crude home made stuff where he himself was an actor with another female who looked extremely beautiful and but for her nose and mouth – she could easily pass off an European. She was an Indian – but a very sexy pussy. He asked me many times how I found the CD – and how could one tell him that it was a great turn On and was one reason for him to be straddling me like this today – of course that was also his intention of having doled out that CD. As if he was reading my mind, "My lovely Aunty – where is that CD – please give it back to me today, you have been troubling me now – I have only that as the copy left – it is the original one." he pleaded as his hands kneaded my left nipple through the blouse. I did not respond – rather – to surprise and give him a consent to the act of today -undid the hooks on the blouse and slowly luxuriously removed the garment off my body and threw it on the floor. As I took my hands back to undo the Bra – he slapped them away and began to knead and press both my boobs with his hands through the bra and in one single motion pushed his finger to the middle of the Bra and snapped it off – the strap in the middle broke and yanked it off my body to throw it over. He started to stare at my bare breasts and lowered his mouth onto the left and then on to the right and sucked on them. He looked a man possessed to me. Rajeev spoke for a minute only to tell me that he loved my breasts. He loved the way they bounced when I moved, their shape and weight and form, the way they filled his hands when he cupped them now , jutting proudly over my firm, flat belly, my nipples hardening immediately and readily at his slightest touch. He loved fondling them, kissing them, licking and sucking them, and frightened me when he told that he loved fucking them with his big, erect penis. Make no mistake, I was elated by his devotion. His unbridled adulation and incessant adoration of my body, bordering on worship, were exhilarating. I loved the way he fucked me that day, moving from wondering awe as he fondled the breasts, to the eager frenzy of the callow adolescent and culminating in the gently reflective second round of sex of a man not much younger than me . I understood that I loved his clean, handsome features and masculine body, the smooth, hairless torso that swept in an erotically savage, slashing V from his shoulders to his hips. Best of all was his cock, the thick, long mass of cartilage that would fill my cunt or mouth or anus just so, hard and hot and throbbing hungrily in my flesh. To let all readers know, it was perfect, just right, not too big to cause pain, yet large enough to stretch my flesh to its fullest, to probe the innermost recesses of my hungry orifices. He was an Adonis for that moment and day to me. He remained so for quite some time. He looked up at me then looked back down at my foot. Rajeev ran his fingers up and down my calf. His hands were shaking as he slid my panty off my foot. He just sat there again staring. I wiggled my toes, then laid still again. This got him going again. He grabbed my foot in both hands and massaged my ankle then my sole of my foot. I'm very ticklish on the bottom of my feet so I all most giggled. As he ran one finger from my heel to my toes. Then he did what would always drive me crazy even today. He brought my foot up to his mouth and started kiss my ankle the sole of my foot. Then he kissed each toe one at a time. My whole body broke out in goosebumps. As he toke my big toe in his mouth and began to suck it. He kissed and sucked each of my remaining toes with the same care as he did on the first. I held my breath so I wouldn't start moaning. As he toke my other foot and slid my shoe off, I came. I could feel my cum running down and make a small puddle under me. Rajeev never hurried he just sat there kissing and suck each toe. He did this for over and hour. Finally after my 6th orgasm he stopped. Rajeev got up and stripped out of his remaining clothes. When he pulled off his shorts, his cock came swinging out. Rajeev walked over to the bed stroking his cock. He reached down and pulled the nipple of both my breasts and then he pulled my mangalsutra open with one hand and kept stroking his cock with the other. I had started to sweat so when my bare skin hit the cool air a shivered. Rajeev put his knees on the edge on the couch. Then started rubbing the head of his cock all over my breasts. Between my sweat and the pre-cum dripping out of his cock, made it slid easily. My nipples grew harder as he rubbed his cock just on the tip of my nipples. Rajeev either didn't care if he woke me up. Or he was so excited he wasn't thinking straight. But he swung his leg over me, so his was straddling me. Then he put his cock between my breasts, and slowly started fucking my breasts. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them around his cock,and fucked faster. I looked up at his face. He was just staring at his cock sliding between my breasts. He started to grunting, and stopped fucking. He squeezed my breasts until I almost had to scream. Then he came. Cum hit the bottom of my chin. The the grabbed his cock and shot the rest of his cum all over my breasts. Then he rolled off of me on to the floor. I didn't move. I watched the cum running down my breasts, listening to him breath. I laid on the couch listening to Rajeev breathing. Little by little it returned to normal. Then he stood up and stared down at my pussy. I watched his cock slowly getting hard again. He grabbed me by each ankle and turned me around, and place his cock right up against my pussy. I was thinking do it, do it, do it. I wanted it so bad that I was have trouble breathing. Rajeev looked up into my face. Our eyes locked. "I'm sorry"! Rajeev dropped my ankles and started to run from the room. "Wait! Please don't go I want you to, PLEASE"! I pleaded to him. Rajeev froze at the door way and turned back toward me. "You do"? "Please"! I was shameless in my pleading. Rajeev was back over to me in a flash. He grabbed my ankles again, and pulled my legs open as far as he could. Rajeev's beautiful cock stuck straight out pointing right at my pussy. It was like in slow motion. His cock slowly entered my pussy then stopped. Then with one mighty push he broke my resistance and I let out a tiny gasp, as pleasure shot through me. "Are you all right"? Rajeev almost pulled out of me. I just nodded for him to continue. He ever so slowly started moving his hips. I really felt that this was right, the pain left and there was nothing left but pleasure with no guilt. Rajeev took one of my feet and started kissing and licking the sole of my foot. I could finally moan out loud. The sound of my moaning made Rajeev fuck me faster. He brought both my legs together and kissed both feet at once. I let out a loud scream as I came. My pussy felt like it was trying to suck his cock down inside me and this drove Rajeev even crazier. He fuck me so hard that I was bouncing up and down on the couch. Rajeev had more stamina than I thought he would and in this innings my understanding of him was getting better than it was in the first one, I watched his face, it was so cute. He was pretty handsome, and his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth. But he just kept fucking away, until I came again. This time I screamed louder. He took one of my feet and jammed the end of it in his mouth, and sucked. I came 3 times quickly in a row. Each time my pussy felt like it was trying to suck on his cock. Which made him somehow fuck me even harder. He was now fucking me so hard it was starting to hurt. I was grunting in pain with each thrust, but I kept cumming. Then with one mighty thrust he came. I felt his cum running out of my pussy. Finally he rolled off of me, and sat down on the couch near to the bed, staring at my pussy, which was now leaking with his cum and mine. We re organized ourselves and sat down naked on the floor – and I asked him about this teacher who was going to stay here and then he told me the mystery woman in the video – it was this teacher who seduced him and was his first fuck in life. She could not do without a fill of his pRajeev for at least 3 weeks in a year and she was returning for the same. The story of their first time was interesting her name was Kavita. Her name was Kavita, and Rajeev was madly in love with her. She was his teacher seven years older than him, ravishingly beautiful, and, to his mind, very sexy, although she presented a demure innocence. They met in college, on the very first day, through a common friend. Kavita was slender and dusky with an oval face, large, doe-like eyes rimmed with thick mascara, and a fine, straight nose. Her mouth was sexy, the slim upper lip curved in a bow over the full, straight, lower one. She had a long, elegant neck and her arms and legs were smooth and nicely turned. The fingers, hands, ankles, wrists and toes were slender and shapely. Her breasts were full and ripe, sloping like succulent fruit, and her body nipped in at the waist and flared again to erotic hips and buttocks. Her legs were lovely, and her belly was firm and flat. She had a soft, musical voice and her smile was bright and enticing, lighting up her eyes. Kavita and Rajeev shared an ordinary, middle-class background. She lived with her parents and sister in a small, dingy three-room apartment in Central Vizag, near the railway tracks. Rajeev lived nearby, in a similar locality with his parents and elder brother. Neither house had very much privacy. Rajeev pursued Kavita doggedly and she responded favorably. He was a handsome, well-built, kind youth, and hard to resist. A week after they met, they were going steady. It was two months before they first slept together. Those eight weeks were the happiest in Rajeev's life. He walked on air. They met daily, and one look at her and Rajeev drowned. The rest of the world simply did not exist. They talked softly, for hours on end, held hands in darkened movie theatres, gently caressed each other's arms and hands. A month later, he kissed her for the first time and was surprised by the hunger in her response as her soft, moist lips flowered beneath his and her tongue rippled into his mouth. Matters progressed rapidly after that first, glorious kiss. Kavita didn't object when Rajeev slid his hand into her blouse and fondled her breasts. Her response excited him, and he goaded her to let him masturbate her. Her face suffused with excitement, Kavita opened her legs for his fingers. The ensuing orgasm was intense and her expressions entranced him. He asked her to jerk him off. A few days later, on the darkened staircase to her flat, she lifted her skirt over her hips and allowed him to lick her slit, orgasming with a stifled moan. The next afternoon, unbidden, she sucked his penis till he came, and, to his utter delight, took his jizz in her mouth. Their lust was uncontrollable. Rajeev found a hotel in the suburbs that hired rooms by the hour. At first, he was hesitant: The hotel was incredibly sleazy. But Kavita insisted, quietly and gently, and he gave in. He booked a room for three hours, ignoring the manager's filthy leer. In the dark room, on the bed with the soiled sheets, Kavita and Rajeev made love with a hungry desperation. She said she was a virgin, though nearly 25 years of age and so was he with no sexual experience but she guided him gently. Kavita surprised him with her eagerness and willingness. They fucked incessantly for over an hour, in a variety of positions, and Kavita came again and again in a series of shattering, multiple orgasms. They rested for a while, dozing in each other's arms, and then, to his delight, she woke him with a caress, going down to take his penis between her lips. Rajeev thought she was irresistible. Over the next several months, they used the hotel as a second home. They were there almost daily, spending long hours exploring each other's bodies, never tiring of it. The manager's leer changed to a bored, indifferent shrug. Inside the room, they could hardly wait and flung themselves at each other, tearing off their clothes in a frenzy. The first fuck was invariably a mad, frenetic tangle of limbs, feverish kissing, loud moans and cries and a hard, demanding thrust from him that drew a choking cry from her. They grew adept, and soon learned to stop at the very threshold of the first, cataclysmic orgasm. The forced denial only aroused them further, and for the next hour or more, they would fuck in every manner they could think of, trying to draw it out as long as they could. Kavita was superb in bed. One of his most enduring memories of that time was of Kavita in her favorite position astride his hips, impaled on his erect penis, her lovely long neck arched, her head flung back, her face suffused with lust, her mouth open in an 'O', her eyes half-shut. Moaning, she would drag her hands sensuously up her slender, curved body to her breasts and then squeeze them erotically, while her hips undulated and gyrated over his. She loved 'dirty talk' and her love-calls were literature of obscenity. "Yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a whore!" she often gasped. Kavita rested at nothing. It was she who first suggested they try anal sex. Rajeev was bowled over, deeply aroused, yet worried, not wanting to hurt her. She begged him to do it, insisting that she wanted it, too. And when he finally relented and gently eased his inflamed penis into her asshole, Kavita's cries were unmistakably those of lust. They were at the hotel one steamy afternoon, and Kavita's body was streaming with sweat already. She was kneeling on the bed, her forearms on the floor, her buttocks thrust back, her body angling sharply downward. Rajeev was on his knees behind her, ram-fucking her cunt savagely from behind. His hands on her slender waist, he slammed his hips back and forth, gasping and crying out. She moaned loudly, jerking and rocking under him, her swollen breasts jiggling with the savage thrusts. His cock pistoned in and out of her cunt, his balls and thighs slapping against her buttocks. "Harder!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder!" Rajeev stopped with a gasping growl and jerked her back onto the bed. "Want your ass, whore!" he rasped. "I wanna fuck your butt!" "Do it like this!" she gasped. "Quickly! Do it like this!" Rajeev slid out of her cunt and pushed his cock-head to her puckered anus. Kavita groaned in tension, but her sphincter was relaxed and open. Rajeev pulled her buttocks open and, flexing his buttocks, slipped his cock-head into her anus. Kavita cried out, her breath coming in shuddering, shaking gasps. "More!" she gasped. "Put it in! I want it all!" Rajeev groaned and squeezed his penis deeper and deeper into her hot, tight, convulsing ass. Kavita cried out, her head arched up, her face contorted in a rictus of lust. They were before a full length mirror and Rajeev was transfixed by their reflection. He started fucking her butt slowly, with heavy, grinding thrusts. His penis glistened as it went in and out of her rear channel, appearing and disappearing between the lobes of her buttocks. Under him, Kavita whimpered and moaned deliriously,"Ohh! Ohh! OH! OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Oh god yes! Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH uhh oh god uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh AHHHHH!" "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Rajeev gasped. He sodomized Kavita slowly and heavily, pushing his cock deeply in and out of her anus for several minutes, gradually building up speed till he had hit a steady, rocking rhythm. She gasped and cried out in lust under him, her face screwed up, whimpering obscene encouragement to her new found lover, begging for more. She came again and now Rajeev, too, was sated. He stroked smoothly in and out of her anus for a few minutes and then, growling and gasping with pleasure, rocked deep into her ass and stiffened. Rajeev saw his hard buttocks twitching, his hips grinding at her buttocks as he emptied himself into her asshole. Kavita whimpered happily, writhing in joy under him, pressing her buttocks hard against him. He squeezed her breasts and slowly slid out. I was aroused beyond words once he completely finished with the story and just could not control myself, got up to go to the bathroom and returned stark naked only to straddle his face and grounded my pussy on his mouth, "Now munch my pussy – you bastard. You are a male prostitute – how many women have you fucked, made me a slut?" ,my inner feelings were getting the better of me. My calves were hooked over the sides of the face leaving me spread open wide for him to see. I took the index and middle fingers of my left hand and used them to spread my labia wide. The large bump of my clitoral hood is the lone pinnacle in the wet flatlands between my fingers. And my clitoris is poking out from its protective shield, looking for a friendly finger. My right hand slides down from my breasts, and I use my middle finger to tease my clit up and down, then back and forth. I may have been the last to start pleasuring myself, but I make up for the lost time quickly and using my other hand catch his hair and push his head between the parted lips of my pussy. He was surprised. I had had him eating out of my hand since I had first given him my pussy. Now I knew that he would soon be doing the same again between my legs. He moved between my legs, his tongue mapping trail from my midriff to the lush, moist vale below. I could ascertain that Rajeev had been active the last ten minutes. His expertise was obvious. His tongue was agile, versatile, and unpredictable. His was a technique that bespoke of a priceless appreciation of a woman's likes and dislikes–her wants and needs. Perhaps it would have been like this in Meerut if I was to make an attempt with any of the men who I knew during my younger days. His hands massaged my breasts and abdomen lightly as his tongue moved cautiously about my button, nuzzling it, playing it like one might play a musical instrument. He was attentive to my response each time he changed what he was doing. I would have been content to let him graze in that valley all day, but I knew that I could come any second this way again , and I did not want to–not yet, not like this. I was charmed by his tongue, but I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted that incredibly stiff dick again. I pulled Rajeev's head up from between my legs, surprised to find that he seemed reluctant to quit. Knowing that he was enjoying my nectar, and the effect he was having on me, added to my pleasure. Eventually he gave in, straightening up on his knees, and I could see that his penis was again completely erect, straight up. I opened myself, making it clear to him that I was ready to accept him. My pelvis was on fire. Rajeev sensed my hunger, and he teased me playfully. He lay on top of me and moved himself between my legs. I thrust myself at him, but he parried. He pressed against my spot with the head of his penis, then slid his length along it. First the head, then the crown, and then the shaft. Each time he retreated I lifted my hips higher, hoping to capture him within me on his next advance. But each time he moved higher also, continuing his excursion along my bud. Finally I relaxed, my hips returning to the bed from the squat on his face, I was not a gymnast – am a housewife though in my youth did participate in athletics as a part of the College programs but not for quite a few years. Meanwhile Rajeev had established command. As I relaxed it happened–the sweet, wonderful penetration. So many years spent curiously pondering what it might feel like and it was now that one was enjoying it though had tasted him just a few days back – which most likely was remorseful – this was not, this was my day, my day to enjoy Rajeev, my jingo cock who must satisfy me all time. So many days after Dinesh asked me turn adulterous and realizing it now that it was so wonderful. Infidelity and Adultery in a woman is a innate feature, rarely exercised – but if done, blooms like the giant flower which never shrivels. Now so many opportunities to enjoy–even savor–it. Slow, hot, wet, mutually desired penetration. Rajeev lowered his sights, and as his hardon moved forward the head moved down, pressing against my gate. I pushed myself toward him, popping the head into me and feeling him slowly fill me. Still remembered the first time, in Bangalore, I had let Rajeev take me. But now, I gave myself to him. There was no taking on the part of either of us; only sharing. And the contrast was a revelation to me. Being taken then had been nothing mentally, and disappointing physically. Giving myself now was everything, mentally and physically. It was time for the mental games to end, and for the physical pleasure to wrap itself around us. I opened myself to Rajeev, pulling his hips against me, and I gave him a Flower. He made love to me in many positions, slowly at first, then with more energy. He was at least as hard as he had been in Bangalore, perhaps even harder. He was enjoying the Flower more than he had the bud. Each time I felt my climax nearing, Rajeev seemed to sense it as well. He would stop, changing our position, then resume his lovemaking, more slowly. Finally I wound up on my hands and knees with him moving in and out of me from behind. In this position he could massage a breast with one hand, while the other rubbed the sensitive spot between my legs. I knew that it was time, and as Rajeev made an inward stab I felt myself tightening around him, and I flowed into an orgasm that was long, slow, wet, and slippery. Redemption was never so sweet. After I had come I slid down onto my stomach, limp, and Rajeev moved down with me, his still-erect penis lingering inside of me. For a long time I lay still, recovering, and so did he. Then I felt him stir inside of me again, so slowly at first that it was almost imperceptible. Then his tempo began to escalate. I was lying perfectly still, not even moving my hips, but I could tell by Rajeev's stiffness that he liked what he was feeling, so I remained motionless. I knew that in this position Rajeev was watching his erection as it slipped between my hips. His pace reached a level that normally portended an imminent orgasm, and I was anticipating what it would feel like as I continued to lie inert beneath him. I was sure he had reached to point at which he would explode. But just when I thought it was going to happen Rajeev stopped, not moving at all. His knees gently spread my legs wider, and even though he was not moving his penis inside of me, I could feel it slowly enlarge. It felt like the tip was stretching itself, growing deeper within me, but it was doing it on its own. Rajeev was not pushing himself forward. Excited by the sensation, and wanting to feel him even deeper, I raised my hips just the slightest bit to accommodate him. It was the most extraordinary sensation I had ever felt, almost like having someone come in slow motion. We were temporarily suspended in time, at a moment of indefinable anticipation. How could anyone even suggest that all penises might be the same? The more I had the more difference I could appreciate, and I had even had this one once before! He was still not moving, and I was wondering what was going to happen. But when I had lifted my hips with him inside of me I had pushed him over the threshold. I heard a moan escape from him, and I felt his penis begin to spill into me with such force that I thought he might lift me off the mattress with it. It was a marvelous, unique experience–the long-awaited second coming–and I realized that, had I not seen fit to blossom, I never would have experienced it. Rajeev stayed the entire day, making me come several times with his tongue, his hands, and his remarkable penis. Several times during the afternoon I awakened to feel him entering me again, and I was incredulous over this penis that seemed to have a spirit of its own. Like the Phoenix, it seemed to consume itself in a blazing fire, then emerge with renewed youth. No question now. The Flower had opened, and the penis was back. Meena was a Man eater. No more a lily.

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Title: Ra's Army by TiranMaster Tags: Anubis, Falcon, Hypnosis, Jackal, Transformation, brainwashing Derek strummed his fingers on the driver's wheel; he had been stuck in traffic for an ungodly amount of time. "Holy shit people how long does it take you to get into a fucking city?!" He laid into his horn hoping that it might somehow magically move the line of cars in front of him, but there was no such luck. Derek frowned and glanced at his watch, he had promised his boyfriend that he would be home before six but it was already six thirty. "Fuck!" He cussed violently and pushed his door open, "It's faster to walk then this shit." Derek had been rooming with his boyfriend Louis in Egypt for a year now; he had planned just to stay there for a few months so he could help out his aunt but he had soon met Louis in a coffee shop and they had quickly became friends. Not soon after that they became more than friends and Derek had decided to stay with Louis on a more permanent basis. Derek had been called out on a business call just the other day and had to stay overnight in a hotel paid for by the company, he had promised Louis that he would be back quickly but the traffic had astonished him. Derek muttered angrily to himself as he walked past cars to get into the city, "I guess I'll just have to pick up my car after this traffic jam disappears..." He muttered, as he drew near the city he noticed an odd group of people pulling people out of cars. Derek swore and slid over the trunk of a car beside him, "Those must be those terrorists that people have been talking about..." Derek thought to himself, in the past few days he had heard rumors of a terrorist group that had been making people go missing. Derek quickly ran while he was crouching past the group of terrorists, feeling daring he quickly popped his head to see them. His eyes widened as he saw that they all seemed to be dressed in bird costumes, he quickly ducked his head down again before one of them saw him. "So the terrorists are... furries?" Derek asked perplexed, one of the dressed terrorists heard a muttering sound and walked over to investigate the sound. Derek heard the approaching footsteps and ran forwards and hid behind a car, the terrorist glanced around to see if anybody was around and saw that no one was there. Derek wiped sweat off of his forehead and suddenly had a horrifying realization, "They were coming from the direction of the city! Oh god, I hope nothing bad has happened..." When he knew that no one saw him he sprinted towards the city praying that Louis was ok, as he ran past the cars he noticed that they all were absolutely empty. There was no sign of blood or a struggle; it was as if the inhabitants had come willingly. Derek finally came into the boundaries of the city and looked around; as he looked around he saw that no one was there. He frowned in horror, whoever these terrorists were they had somehow evacuated a whole city without the notice of the public. As he looked around he felt a panic starting to build in his chest, there was absolutely no sign of anybody. There was no trash littering the ground, no cars in the street. The whole town was completely empty, this fact in itself was frightening but the silence accompanying it was making it worse. "H... hello?!" Derek called out to see if anybody answered him, to his dismay nobody answered his calls. As he looked around he suddenly noticed an odd man sitting on a bench. He was just reading a newspaper; Derek rushed over to the man. "Hello sir?" The man looked up and smiled, "Ah so there are humans left here, I wasn't exactly sure if Ra had gotten all of you yet." Derek cocked his head in confusion, "What are you talking about? Where are all of the people, and better yet why are you reading a newspaper right here?!" The man perked his lips in an innocent look, "I love reading the comics, even in the middle of a good invasion you have to love every laugh you can get." Derek looked at the man incredulously, "Seriously? You are reading a newspaper in the middle of an invasion... wait a minute did you say invasion?" The man nodded his head, "You must've just gotten here if you haven't heard about the invasion. Believe me as of this morning everyone knew about it." Derek clutched his head in his hands, "Who's invading Egypt?!" The man pointed past Derek towards the local park, "He is." Derek turned around and saw a statue that hadn't been there a day ago. Derek slowly walked up to the statue and looked upon a flacon headed man, "Are you pulling my leg? There's no such thing as a bird headed man." The man stood up and smiled, "Oh believe me I'm telling you the truth, and now I'm going to tell you. You should leave right now, if you get captured by this man he will turn you into one of his pawns." Derek gritted his teeth in anger, "Who do you think you are bossing me around?!" The man suddenly took on an angry glint in his eyes, "I am Anubis and I expect for you to respect me you filthy human!" Derek took a few steps back; the man's voice had gotten so loud that he could hear it rebounding off of the city buildings. "Oh fresla... it looks like I lost my temper... well I think we should both be getting going now." Anubis picked up his newspaper and wove his hand to Derek, "Oh and what I was saying about leaving the city, I completely meant it. Do it now." He then walked away whistling a cheery tune. Derek waited until Anubis disappeared to run towards his hotel, "Whatever man I have a boyfriend to check in on..." As he ran through the city he noticed more and more of the statues of the mysterious man erected around the city, not only did he see those but he saw ones of another bird man. But this one like the ones outside of the city was completely dressed in a Falcon suit, he unlike the others had markings around his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?!" He practically screamed as he ran towards his house. As Derek got to his house he quickly pulled out his keys and fumbled with the lock, as he pushed the key in he feared what he might find. As he pushed the door in his jaw dropped, the house he shared with Louis was completely covered with pictures of the man that Anubis had shown him. "What... the... fuck?..." He gaped as he looked around; the pictures were all exactly the same. "L... Louis?... what is all of this?..." As he called out for his partner he received no answer, as he reached the center of their house he saw that the room was plastered with the pictures. As Derek looked around he could find no sign of his partner, after a couple of minutes of him calling out he knew that Louis wasn't in the house. He slowly walked dejected out of the house, as he did so he bumped into the chest of a man. "Pardon me..." He mumbled not thinking, but then he realized that should be no one in the streets. He looked up to find himself in the presence of one of the dressed men, "Oh shit!" Before he could get away his arm was grabbed by the Falcon man, "Let me go!" As he struggled to get away he realized that he wasn't strong enough to pull away, the falcon man started to drag Derek down the street. Before the pair could get very far the Falcon was attacked by a dog like man. "Holy shit!" Derek stumbled back in surprise, the dog like man looked down at him in mild irritation. "Didn't I tell you to get out of here? Why won't humans ever listen to anything I ever say, I tell them about the plague in England but noooo they don't believe me there either and look what happens to the lot of them, they all go off and start to die. Do humans just love trouble?" The last question as directed towards Derek who seemed to be having trouble forming coherent sentences, "Oh I'm sorry I forgot to go back into my human form, one second." The dog creature concentrated for a moment before turning into the man from earlier, "Better?" Derek gaped as he looked up at Anubis, "Are you really telling me that you... you're a god?" The man sarcastically claps his hands, "The man finally gets it through his head, yes I am Anubis the Egyptian god of death. Seriously I think you humans have a thicker head than my father and that's saying a lot." After helping Derek up Anubis sighed, "So why did you completely disregard my order?" Derek looked at the open door to his house, "My partner..." Anubis's mouth opened up in realization, "Oh... oh I'm so, so sorry. I should've realized, but I'm so sorry but he's probably one of them now." Derek's eyes filled with tears of rage, "Why is that guy taking over Egypt?!" He asked imploringly, Anubis looked sadly at the human. "It's because he believes that all of the Earth belongs to him." Derek wiped away his tears and looks at Anubis with determination, "How can I help you?" Anubis looks at him in surprise, "You can't I'm sorry." Derek glares at the god, "Bullshit! If this guy can turn people into birds then couldn't you just turn me into that dog thing that you were just a second ago?" Anubis took on a slightly offended look, "It's called a Jackal thank you very much, and yes I assume I could... but realize that once I do that you become a permanent member of my army." Derek thought it over for a moment then looked at the god with determination, "This asshole took away my boyfriend, I'm going to make him pay." Anubis nodded with a solemn look, "Alright I'm going to start, but just to let you know this might sting a bit." Derek clenched his eyes tightly together and felt a spark go through his body; he twitched violently as he felt his body suddenly expand. Derek looked down to see black fur sprouting from all over his body, he felt a prodding sensation from his butt and he looked down to see a tail growing out. "Well... that's new..." He muttered out loud, Derek suddenly winced as he felt his face extending out into a muzzle. He also went temporarily deaf as his ears transferred to the top of his head, as the changes finished up he looked down to see that he had grown at least four inches from the change. "Well Louis did say he liked taller men..." He said jokingly. Anubis looked up down his new soldier appraising him, "Alright well it looks like the change worked out well." Anubis glanced over Derek's shoulder and saw something that made his face turn serious, "Well it looks like you get to test out your new body right now." Derek looked behind him to see three men approaching them, two of the three he had seen around the city. The one in the lead was the Falcon headed man, beside him was what looked like the general. The third seemed familiar to Derek for some odd reason. "Ah there you are Anubis I was wondering where you were hiding this whole time, I don't believe I've gotten the chance to introduce you to my general Herep." The Falcon man with the markings on his face called out in response to his master's call, "Ra I see that you are as much of an asshole as ever." Anubis said in response, Ra's mouth took a dangerously low curve to it then he noticed Derek. "Ah a minion Anubis, I thought you said that you would never fight." Anubis glared at his fellow god, "That was before you declared war on the humans." Derek's eyes were focused on the falcon man standing next to Ra, "Oh I see you notice my newest recruit little Jackal, he truly is a good worshipper. It's why I let him follow me around." The bird called out in an immediately recognized voice, "All for you my master Ra." Derek called out in anger, "Louis!" Ra's eyes widened in surprise for a second, "Ah so you know my little birdy, well then don't let me get between the two of you." He looked down at the bird and took on a dangerous smile, "Go destroy that pup." The Falcon that had been Louis smiled and nodded and suddenly glared at Derek, "I shall kill you for my master." Derek gritted his teeth in dismay, "Please don't do this Louis." Louis started to run at him but then a blinding light suddenly filled Derek's vision, after a moment he found Anubis and himself in a random building. "Ah that was closer to Ra than I would've liked to been." Anubis muttered as he brushed off his suit, "Well now you know our enemy Derek. What do you think of him?" Derek wiped away a tear from his cheek, "I'm going to kill him." Anubis nodded solemnly and rubbed the Jackal's shoulder, "Don't you worry, if I can I will save Louis." Derek looked up and smiled at Anubis then he frowned, "How did you know my name?" Anubis took on an innocent look once again, "I might've read your brain while transforming you..." Derek growled in irritation at Anubis then he sighed, "So what do we do first Anubis?" Anubis once again went serious, "Our first step is to find more survivors and bring them to our side." Across the city Ra smacked his General Herep in rage, "How could you let my enemy get away Herep?!" Herep looked sheepishly at his master, "I'm so sorry master, I promise you it won't happen again." Ra nodded slowly, "You'd better... now come let us go, I must rest." The god with his two minions walked towards the center of the city where the God's throne rested.

FSE

Yet another day was done and the two of them could finally go back to relaxing and not worrying about whatever it was the PowerPoint presentation was about. It was genuinely fascinating how quickly the contents of those went in one ear and out the other, though judging by how everyone just seemed to cram the week before the exam season, they guessed it wasn’t just them. Ezekiel and Alex were one of the oddest pairs at their college, and not just because their respective nicknames began at opposite ends of the alphabet; the beetle was one of the burliest people on campus and made a hobby out of routinely humiliating whoever went up against him in any athletic-based bet, while the moth was… not. In fact, taking intelligence out of the equation, the two were complete opposites when it came to outside appearances, and both of them worked exceedingly hard at making sure everyone continued to think that, if only for the sake of their own amusement. Truth be told, the two of them shared a deep love for many things outside the immediate obvious, hence why the shelves at their dormitory room were filled with tabletop paraphernalia and enough dice to fill several buckets. Very few people were privy to their games nights, being organized on the sly to keep “those guys” from showing up, but the few lucky ones were allowed a glimpse into Zeke and Alex’s personal life, and how surprisingly lovey-dovey the two of them were when out of the public eye. In a way, it was almost poetic, that two individuals with seemingly nothing in common would end up finding mutual interest in the weirdest of things, only to have it blossom into a furtive romance; neither of them were inclined to let anyone but their closest friends know just what the deal with them was, as they had better things to do than yell at people who didn’t like where they stuck their dicks into. Of course, even their closest friend circle wasn’t ​truly​ aware of the actual truth, at Alex’s own request; the moth was dreadfully terrified of their secret being made public, so much so that he’d rather pretend that their relationship itself was what he was so worried about, even if everyone told them they’d be accepted as they were. Better that people think they were firmly locked in the closet, as far as he cared. Because Alex had been born with a… unique spin to his physiology. A rarity to the point where the number of registered cases could be counted on two hands with fingers to spare, and so intriguing that he’d built up a hefty savings fund from all the times he agreed to subject himself to experiments on the part of eager researchers. At the very least ​they​ would never reveal it, at the cost of losing what passed for a license; because Alex, despite being biologically male on all accounts, lacked the conventional apparatus for those of his sex, instead having come packaged with female genitalia instead. Rather than a cock and a pair of balls, the moth’s nethers were instead adorned with a perpetually-needy slit that caused him no end of trouble, both directly and indirectly; his libido was an absolute trainwreck, constantly kept sky-high and needing him to resort to all manner of meditation and relaxation techniques just to get him through the day. Changing underwear was something that needed to happen multiple times before he went to sleep, at which point he just went commando and washed the sheets in the morning. His body had also come to reflect his seemingly-contradictory nature, with the confusing mix of hormones resulting in what Zeke called his “soft little boy”; much as the beetle said it with the utmost love and care, it was nonetheless a constant source of embarrassment for the moff, whose androgynous appearance had plenty of trouble for him in the few occasions he was convinced to head out with his friends to some more conventional entertainment venues. Nothing like a drunkard hitting on you because he mistook you for a “petite delicate flower” in need of some “ripe plucking”; at least Zeke’s fists stopped itching after the first three blows, or else they’d have had the police called on them. Still, most of the time, it was easy enough for Alex to contain his needs… even if it got painfully difficult on occasion. If it weren’t bad enough that his body made sure he felt perpetually aroused, his time in college had allowed him to realize that his sexual preferences weren’t as one-tracked as he thought they were; though he was happy with Ezekiel at his side, just about everyone was free game as far as his primal lizard brain was concerned, and thus every day was a constant exercise in keeping his blushing to a minimum. Sometimes, he’d even win! But the main issue for the moth was that his body still obeyed his more animalistic side, which meant that every three months, like clockwork, he had to endure a full week of his hormones going absolutely apeshit when he went into heat. It didn’t even make any sense for him to undergo that kind of change; it was virtually unheard of in his species, and even in the few cases where it did happen, it tended to be a one-time deal due to some unforeseen genetic abnormality. But for Alex, it was a cyclical threat, a constant reminder of how “unique” his biology was and how much of a slave he himself was to it. It had started in the middle of his teenage years and never ceased from that point onwards, years and years of having to deal with such an absurd amount of sexual desire that there were times he just didn’t even leave his room; it was embarrassing to the nth degree, considering his parents knew exactly what he was doing in there, but everyone agreed that it was better for the moff to spend a week going through several toys rather than risk him doing something he might regret with someone possessed of a distorted moral compass. In reality, this was a large part of why he’d gravitated towards Ezekiel. The beetle was already a close friend by the time the two of them went to college; they’d met over the summer (funnily enough due to a tabletop wargaming forum) and quickly took to one another, exchanging contact information just so they could continue chatting. The two would end up meeting several times more, until they seemingly parted ways in early September. Both of them were quite surprised to find the other during the reception at their chosen college, and it didn’t take long before they moved into Zeke’s dorm room after his previous roommate agreed to change with Alex. What was a deep friendship rapidly blossomed into romance, and from there to a more sexual relationship after the moth finally broke through the barrier of awkwardness and revealed his secret to the beetle. Expecting rejection, Alex nearly broke into tears when his chosen partner instead embraced him and let him know he’d stand with him for as long he wanted… and the two enjoyed a lovely night together in Zeke’s room. It had been eight months since then, and the couple had experienced two instances of Alex going into heat, which were all resolved in much the same way; the beetle was just as insatiable as the moth was, and was more than eager to sate his boyfriend’s desires when it came down to it. The moth couldn’t have asked for a better partner if he wanted to; Zeke was fully willing to skip a full week of classes just so he could stay with him when he was more vulnerable, and always made sure that the moth knew what he was asking for before the two of them got anywhere close to anything serious. Hilariously, this led to the two of them becoming familiar faces around the local pharmacy, whose clerk had already begun making small care packages of condoms for when the beetle went to restock. Zeke found it side-splitting, Alex couldn’t get out of there fast enough, and the owner of the establishment just asked them to please be careful about safe sex. A ritual that repeated itself every month; it’s not like the couple was going to wait for the moff to go into heat to have some fun. Still, the two began to experiment more and more as time went on. Initially, as unbelievable as it may sound, it was Zeke who played the part of the coy, inexperienced lover; whereas Alex had years of experience dealing with a hyperactive libido, Ezekiel was still new to that aspect of his life, and more often than not sheepishly asked if they could “cuddle” before doing anything else. The moth was happy to oblige, if only because foreplay would just make what happened afterwards all that more savoury. The beetle, being the eager athlete he was, happened to be possessed of a body that could only be described as “irresistible” for the moth, a true Adonis-like figure whose tight musculature and toned frame presented the perfect canvas for Alex to swoon over. More often than not, their “cuddles” wouldn’t even progress beyond that, with the moff being so caught up in the fact that most of his body was just the size of the beetle’s torso to do much of anything but worship it, running his fingers those pecs and abs until his slit was drooling just from the visual and tactile stimulation alone. Those few occasions happened to do wonders for the beetle’s self-confidence, to the point where he grew so bold as to start using pet names and ruffling Alex’s fluff during them (quite the progress, all things considered). Most of the time, however, it was merely a prelude for what was to happen after, where the towering hunk was thrown backwards onto his own bed and the tiny moff took over and led the way forward. “Power bottom” would be putting it lightly; by the end of most of their nightly sessions, it’d be Zeke moaning for Alex’s name, rather than the other way around. That much was the beetle’s own dirty little secret, and one that Alex insisted on teasing him over as often as he could. But this last heat was… different. Rather than being endlessly thirsty and hungry for some beetle cock, the moth was feeling oddly vulnerable, like he could just fall apart at any given moment. His emotions were more fragile than usual and, despite the immense need he felt between his legs, the thought of even ​asking​ Zeke for his help seemed unthinkable. He didn’t quite understand why, but it was rapidly becoming a source of frustration for the young moth, who found himself having to force down sobs whenever he got a bit more anxious than normal. It took him a couple of days and a chance foray into some less-than-wholesome videos before the realization came to him. He did ​not​ want to admit it to himself; the thought was dangerous and irresponsible for someone of his age and in his position. Not only that, but he wasn’t even sure it was possible; sure, he had all the necessary bits, but would his body even allow such a thing? Every so often he’d find himself ​hoping​ it did, only to have to shake that thought from his mind. And still, it kept cropping up, crossing into his stream-of-consciousness so many times over the course of a given day that even the moth had to give in eventually and tell Zeke exactly what it was he desired the most. “You want to be ​what​?!” was the beetle’s immediate reply. “I want you to fuck and ​breed me​, goddamnit!” Alex blurted back, immediately covering his mouth afterwards, “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell!” It was hard to tell if the beetle was aroused, shocked or just plain-old confused, but the fact remained that his mouth was flapping like a fish’s and no sound was coming out aside from the occasional, incomprehensible mumbling. Judging from his face, however, he seemed to be giving a lot more thought to the idea than his initial reaction might’ve suggested, and after Alex spent a while whining into his hands after burying his face in them, the larger of the two brought the moff closer to him, into a tight embrace. Despite the desperate need that Alex was feeling, something as simple as that hug somehow managed to cool him down for long enough that he could think straight again. It was always a welcome gesture whenever the beetle went for something like that; he was so massive that a bearhug served as a kind of full-body massage at times, especially since Zeke was fond of giving him a soft backrub every time it happened. The two held themselves there, in silence, simply enjoying one another’s company without the need for any words. After what seemed like hours, the beetle finally spoke up, his voice shaky and yet somehow also determined. “I’m not going to breed you,” he stated, “neither of us are ready for it and I’m ​not​ going to be facing your parents after the fact; they’ll think I took advantage of you when you were vulnerable.” “Bu-” “No buts,” the beetle interrupted, “I know these days have been hard on you, but we’re ​not going in raw and that’s that. Now, if you still want to, I have a packet of condoms lying around and I’ll be more than happy to fuck you until you stop thinking about how you want a clutch of your own. How’s that sound?” Truthfully, it sounded quite nice. The prospect of being fucked silly by that hunk of a stag beetle until he was punch-drunk and left in a haze was appealing, to put it lightly, and having experienced just that a few times before, the moff couldn’t rightfully say no to such an experience. It was disappointing that Ezekiel wouldn’t go through with his “plan”, if one could even call it that, but the moff had no recourse but to accept what his partner was saying; his mind was addled by lust and gone haywire from the confusing mixture of hormones raging inside of him, so if there was anyone he could trust to make the right call, it was Zeke. It was a curious feeling, being so mad at someone for something they were simultaneously happy and glad about; he resolved to buy him something nice but then force him to play a round of chess for it after they were done. Zeke ​hated​ chess. “I’d… I’d like that…” the moth responded, allowing his body to lean onto the beetle’s, who quickly scooped him up into his arms and began carrying him over to their bedroom, “oh, feeling strong today~?” “You weigh as much as a bag of sports gear,” Zeke chuckled, “I could pick you up with one hand and barely notice.” The beetle was entirely correct, and the fact that he was just made Alex’s legs tremble all the more wildly; thankfully, there’d be no need for those where they were going, as the moth was gently placed onto their bed before the beetle climbed on top of them. It was customary for them to dedicate some time to gentle caresses before they got to making enough noise to wake their neighbouring dorm rooms, mostly because, gentle as Zeke was, after he got going it became difficult to stop him until he was utterly exhausted. Funnily enough, it had also been the beetle who initially suggested taking things slowly before escalating; if it were up to the moff, horny as he always was, they’d be breaking the walls down if need be, no care for foreplay or preparation. On the other hand, with his latest bout of heat having done a number on him, both physically and mentally, this was perhaps the one time he truly ​wanted​ an extended cuddling session before they got down to the business of going through half a box of condoms. Even then, their size difference ensured that what would normally be a playful few minutes for most people was a (almost literally) steaming exercise in escalating arousal for the moth; he had insisted on always being on the bottom, even if he mostly took the reins when it came down to it, because the sheer thought​ of having the beetle above him, smothering him with his tight, toned body, was enough to make him quiver whenever it glanced his conscious mind. To have that actually happen, to feel the heat of Zeke’s body as it lay on top of him, to feel himself sweating as the temperature rose in that small pocket where he was sandwiched between the stag beetle and the bed… it was divine. Of course, the beetle himself wasn’t aware of how his actions reflected on the moff underneath him; he was used to being that large, after all, and for his boyfriend to be a squeaky toy whenever he indulged his sexual urges, so him growing redder cheeks and becoming even squirmier than usual was just seen as perfectly normal. And to a certain extent, that alone was what made the exercise so pleasurable to Alex: knowing that his partner was capable of providing such a delectable experience without even realizing that’s what he was doing. His innocence was a treat in and of itself, and he adored every second of it. The two of them explored each other’s body for long enough that their shirts eventually came off without any of them realizing that had happened. Alex was busying himself tracing the contours of Zeke’s well-defined abs (and nearly fainting in the process) while the beetle was ruffling up the moff’s headfluff and nuzzling into the floofy fur on his neck. Low moaning and gentle groaning filled the room for over an hour before Zeke disentangled himself from his softest boy and slid out from the bed, fiddling with his belt in the by-then familiar rush to get his pants off. One of the greatest aspects about the stag beetle was that the man was ​hung​ like nobody’s business. Even when flaccid it was a chore to keep that beast hidden, and the few times he’d sported a hard-on in public were the exceedingly rare occasions Alex saw his partner’s composure completely falter, replaced with awkward mumbling and his eyes darting to the nearest distraction he could use. Whenever the two got together as they were right then, it was the moth who insisted that the beetle keep his pants on until he absolutely couldn’t anymore; the sight of that massive bulge going down one of his legs made Alex’s mouth and slit water in equal measure, to say nothing of when it was finally released and bounded upwards, sometimes slapping against Zeke’s chest from the sheer force behind the spring. How exactly he kept those cantaloupe-sized nuts underneath it hidden away was anyone’s guess, but it probably explained why he was constantly complaining about being sore even when doing absolutely nothing. Perhaps the weirdest part about Zeke is that his cock happened to have a rather large knot near the base, probably the result of someone down the line of his family tree deciding that dogs were better lovers than their fellow beetles. It was always something the two of them were exceedingly careful about, knowing full well what that thing popping in meant; in fact, Zeke made a point to only roll the condom down until the knot itself, just so he’d get that extra tactile feedback of when to start pulling back. The moth’s tongue was lolling out of his mouth already, his hands moving by themselves as they nearly ripped his pants off of his legs and threw them into a corner of the room. He was tunnel-visioning, unable to see anything but that foot-and-a-half of beetle shaft, twitching as it got closer to him, the distant, soft sloshing of those overstuffed orbs underneath filling his head and ears. Poor boy was licking his lips already, even before the beetle climbed onto the bed; after which both their hands were intertwined before Zeke pulled his arms out to his side, pressing down against the bed in order to keep the moth still. “You know what to do, don’t you Alex~?” the beetle teased with his sultriest voice, after which his partner enthusiastically nodded and brought both of his legs around the beetle’s back, crossing his feet and keeping himself firmly locked in place, “Good boy~” Those were the words Alex longed to hear. Not name-calling, not shouting, not screaming for his own name… just two words and that was it; he was putty in Zeke’s hands, completely melted and his for the taking. And the beetle knew that; hence why he didn’t waste a single second before plunging his cock straight into the moth’s eager slit. As always, the sensation of being split apart by something of that size was indescribable. At one point a few months prior, Alex figured he’d get used to it, but seeing as his body refused to adapt and remained about as tight as it always had been, it made the experience feel exactly like their first time on every occasion. With the two of them being of such massively different sizes, it took little effort for that rod to start stretching out not just Alex’s nethers, but his womb and belly as well; every slap of those heavy balls was accompanied by the moth’s belly developing a cock-shaped bulge, only for it to back away and then reappear with full force. The moff felt his insides being abused to a degree that should’ve been impossible if not for his unnatural resistance to it, enough that he had to consciously stop himself from digging his nails into the beetle’s hands or having his feet smash against his spine. The one thing he couldn’t control was his insectoid abdomen, which tended to vibrate and twitch so hard with each insertion that it almost hummed from the exertion. The thrusting sped up, strengthened as it was by over an hour of foreplay and both of them being so on edge that it felt like they were going to explode at any moment. The beetle’s knot, engorged from the two of them finally cutting loose after a whole week away from the sheets, only added to the cacophony of sounds in the room, driving the both of them closer to climax each time it mercilessly slammed into the moth’s eager slit, threatening each and every time to go the extra mile, the few inches needed to transcend from simple battering to plugging the moff and giving the beetle the perfect opportunity to fill them up. As a result, however, the sheets were a mess, the knot not being there to stop the overflow of pre and the abundance of squirting on Alex’s part. The beetle was a grunting beast, and the moff was so out of it that he almost missed one of the most important details of that night; with Zeke too busy descending into mindless, animalistic rutting, his mind entirely focused on stretching out his boyfriend’s insides even more, he failed to take into account that he’d just crossed some sort of invisible line, and with a nearly-imperceptible noise, a tear cut through one side of the condom wrapped around his cock. Alex heard it, even managed to feel it despite the diminutive change in texture. His eyes shot wide open and he opened his mouth to speak; he wanted to yell at Zeke that the condom broke, that he should stop before something terrible happened, before he went back on the promise he himself had made. But as much as he wanted to scream at him to stop, nothing came out but weak squeaking and a short moan, surprising even the moth. But what surprised him the most was when, without skipping a beat, Ezekiel pulled out of him and looked down, to where one side of his shaft had been fully exposed after the rubber ruptured. For a moment, it felt like he was going to resist the temptation and stop there, pulling back to give the both of them some time to recover, and himself enough of a rest to get another condom. But the moment was just that, and after the next second ticked by, Zeke ripped the condom off of himself and threw it onto the ground, before turning back to face the moff with an eager, hungry look. Alex had seen those eyes before, and knew just what was about to happen; before he could react, the beetle plunged his cock into him, the first time he’d done it without any kind of protection. It was simply too much for the moth to resist; feeling his boyfriend going into him like that was too good to describe, even if he knew the both of them were about to commit an immense mistake. He didn’t care, he ​couldn’t​ care; his head was too far gone in a haze of pleasure for him to think of the consequences, and after a few mere minutes of it, it finally happened. With a loud grunt-turned-roar and the beetle’s back arching, Alex felt Zeke’s knot, up until that point merely smashing helplessly against his slit, force its way into him. The moment of insertion was enough to make his back ache and his head to move upwards from how much he was forced to stretch to take it, which only gave Zeke the perfect opportunity to foist a kiss on the both of them, a kiss that Alex was more than happy to retribute. If it had already been almost too much to bear to have that bulbous chunk of cockmeat constantly ramming into him, actually experiencing the very moment in which it forced itself into him was beyond the moth’s ability to put into words; though pliable, Alex’s slit still had to stretch out to an absurd degree in order to let that knot into it, only for the beetle’s cock to then have a clear shot to the moff’s cervix, slamming into it at full speed and causing Alex’s mind to skip a few seconds while it desperately tried to readjust to just what it was feeling: his lover’s shaft, bare as could be, intruding upon his womb. As if to make matters even worse, the beetle’s bestial side took over, and the moth could do nothing but watch as his legs were raised up and bent towards his head, Zeke unceremoniously bringing him into a mating press right after he’d crossed a threshold he couldn’t come back from. Even when the two were more or less locked into place, the beetle kept thrusting into the moff, frantically bucking his hips despite the lack of any kind of results. Covered in sweat and trembling from the effort, all Ezekiel could do was keep going and hope to hit some kind of wall, because the thought of stopping was just too horrible to even consider. A few moments later, all care gone from both their heads, the moth felt a torrent of warm, thick cum fill him up to capacity and then some, painting his insides white while the beetle’s cumtanks tightened and clenched with each load dumped. He felt hot, almost unbearably so, and thus fell back onto the bed so he could use his mouth to scream out for Zeke to fill him harder. If it weren’t for the thick knot keeping every drop inside, the beetle’s groin would’ve been awash in a deluge of the moth’s fluids; poor boy had already squirted enough onto him that he felt dehydrated just from the foreplay and lead-up, he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like if he were allowed full freedom to stain the bed as much as his body allowed it. The beetle, for his part, was completely spent; finally back to reality, it would take him a while before he came to realize just what he had done to his boyfriend, who himself was just too tired to do anything but gasp for breath. He wanted to simultaneously hit Zeke and beg him to fill him up all over again, especially when the beetle lazily pulled himself out after the knot deflated enough for him to do so. Despite the obscenely thick, oozing puddle of cum that was pushed out of him from sheer pressure, the moth could still clearly see his belly had swollen enough to look like he’d just gorged on a banquet all by himself. Which, in many respects, he just had. Ezekiel’s muscles relaxed all at once after he pulled out, relinquishing his hold on the tinier moth and breaking the press the two were in; completely exhausted and in severe need of some quiet afterglow, the beetle rolled over to the side and gently tugged at his lover beside him, pulling him over so he could be used as a body pillow. No attention was paid to the fact that he had cum drooling all over him, thanks in large to his going completely out of control; far as the beetle cared, all that mattered was comforting his softest boy, which of course meant providing as many headrubs as he could, possible pregnancy be damned. No words were exchanged between the two. Zeke was too tired to do anything major, and Alex didn’t know whether to yell at him, congratulate him, or cry. Cursing his confused body, the moth opted to wrap his arms around the beetle and give in, snuggling his own head against his neck. It’d be a matter for when they woke up later.

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Title: Renamon's seduction by HornyBunny Tags: Adult, Anal, Arousal, Beach, Bikini, Blowjob, Cum, Digimon, Doggystyle, Feet, Fingering, Gulimon, Human, M/F, Masturbation, Nipples, Oral, Public, Renamon, Rika, Seduction, Seductive, Takato, Vaginal, big breast Renamon's seduction Takato lays on his bed looking up at the ceiling thinking of how his eighteenth birthday went when the door opens, Rika and Renamon enter the room "let's go to the beach, I'll buy you some ice cream for your birthday" Rika tells him and he looks at her noticing her and Renamon's curves. "Sure, the weather is nice today and I haven't been to the beach in a long time" he says sitting up and grabbing his shoes and puts them on. A few minutes later, they leave his house and all of them pile into Rika's van. Guilmon jumps in the front seat since he gets carsick leaving Renamon and Takato in the back together. About an hour passes before they get to the beach and both girls disappear in a changing room. When they come out both Takato and Guilmon's jaw drop at the skimpy bikinis they are wearing. "Now, now, no staring" Renamon says leaning forward and closing their mouth's for them. They both shake their heads in a comical way and Rika pushes them towards the ice cream shop. As soon as they enter the shop, both girls' nipples harden and poke out, making Takato gulp and concentrate on not tenting his swim shorts. He orders his ice cream and they sit down outside the shop watching men and women passing by until Renamon yelps and Takato looks at her seeing some ice cream sliding down between her large barely covered breasts sending him on his way to hardness. She runs a finger up her chest collecting the ice cream and licks her finger clean letting Takato watch her and she sees a lump growing in his shorts as she does. He watches her as Rika and Guilmon are busy watching a game of volleyball across from them on the beach. He tears his eyes away from Renamon and watches the volleyball game trying to get her out of his mind and after fifteen minutes he feels his arousal fading and finally goes away "we should play a game ourselves" he says seeing how much Rika and Guilmon seem to enjoy watching the game. "Why not" Rika says getting up and stepping out of the shade of the building "I'm glad I have my sandals with this hot sand" she says stretching. "I'm on Takato's team," Renamon says a little too quickly and getting a strange look from each of them and another gulp from Takato. They find an empty area, Guilmon picks up a ball, and using his tail sends it flying over the net. Renamon disappears for a second and knocks the ball at Rika who dives at the ball, barely hitting it and sending it back over the net. Takato falls face forward in the sand landing at Renamon's feet, he looks up at her and blushes as her breasts are almost completely expose from his position and he gets up fighting back a stiff rod in his pants. The ball bounces back and forth over the net, the digimon doing most of the work, while Rika and Takato steps aside letting them play at full force. The game continues for quite a while until Renamon spikes the ball as hard as she can and as Guilmon swipes at it, his claws sink into the ball popping it, surprising all four of them. "We should get going and see what else is going on around here" Rika says as she gets up and Takato hesitates a second since he has a hard cock from watching Renamon and sneaking peeks at Rika. He gets up bending over slightly trying to hide the lump in his shorts as Rika and Guilmon lead the way. Takato and Renamon follow and try as he might, Takato cannot get his cock to go down. "Rika, I want to take Takato down to the water and swim around a while," Renamon says, Rika and Guilmon keeps going waving them off as they head for the water. Renamon grabs Takato's arm and drags down to the water and along the edge of it until they find a small empty area "mind if I help you with your problem" she says turning to him and he blushes bright red as she reaches out and rubs his crotch. Not waiting for an answer, she drops to her knees in front of him and pulls his shorts down letting his rock hard 7-inch cock bounce free and dribble a few drops of pre-cum. She leans forward and licks the tip sampling his pre-seed and moaning as the sweet flavor covers her tongue and making her wetter then she already was. "Oh fuck!" he softly moans as his hands rise to her head as she takes it between her lips and sucks softly at it. While she nurses on his cock head, a hand slips into her swimsuit and slips a finger into her pussy as pleasure flows from him into her. He watches her as she sucks him and plays with herself causing his excitement to rise to a fevered pitch. "I'm about to cum" he says watching as she hears him and pushes farther down his cock until he slips into her throat. She swallows around his cock triggering his orgasm; he grits his teeth to keep from screaming as thick wads of cum shoot down her throat. She gulps down his load as she feels pleasure shooting from her pussy and filling her body until he pushes her away and she pulls her hand from her pussy and before she can suck on her fingers Takato grabs her hand and sucks her fingers clean instead. They sit in the sand for a few minutes listening to the waves until Renamon gets up and straightens her suit and Takato fixes his shorts and they wander back onto the beach and into the water, jumping in and getting wet. Just as they leave the water Rika and Guilmon walk down the beach towards them "have fun swimming?" she asks sitting down in a beach chair and closing her eyes as she relaxes. "Yeah" Takato says still with a little blush on his face and sits down next to her. "come on, I want to do some shopping" Rika says grabbing Takato's arm and pulling him out of the beach chair while Guilmon and Renamon snicker at him trying to get out of her grip. She drags him into a dress shop and pushes him into a chair in the changing area. Rika grabs a dress and disappears in the changing room, while Renamon sits in his lap putting her big breast in his face until Rika opens the door and she steps out "what do you think?" she asks spinning in front of him. "Great" he says feeling blood flow changing as he looks at her in the dress showing off her cleavage and hugging tightly to her curves. She goes back into the changing room to try on another dress and while Guilmon is waiting outside not fitting in the changing area with Renamon there too. While Rika is out of the room Renamon kneels in front of him and mimics a sucking motion while she cradles her breast giving him an even better view of her cleavage. "What about this one?" Rika asks stepping out of the changing room and seeing him blushing and Renamon standing next to him. "Even better then the last one" he says as his shorts tent making her blush too. "I'm getting a little tired," Renamon, says yawning and stretching making her breast strain the fabric of her bikini top. "it is getting late, we should get something to eat" Rika says leaving the room and Renamon sits in his lap again and quickly pushes a breast in his face, rubbing a nipple across his lips holding back soft moans. She gets off him just before Rika opens the door "I want to get a dress for dinner", Renamon says, "you go find a nice place for dinner and Takato can help me find a good dress." "Fine, but don't take too long" she says after paying for the dress and giving her credit card to Takato for Renamon's dress. Renamon leaves Takato sitting in the changing area looking around and glad to see no cameras around. He sits their looking around until Renamon comes back with a purple dress and when she tries it on she leaves the door open a crack, letting Takato see in "Takato, can you help me, I can't reach the zipper" she says sticking her head out the door. "Sure" he says getting up, going in the small room with him almost pressing against her back and pulls the zipper up, and she turns around facing him. Her breasts press against his chest and she moves her chest around a little "what do you think of this?" she asks as he gazes into her eyes and feels his cock jump in his shorts. "I think that means yes," she says, reaching down and stroking his bulge through his shorts making him softly moan. "I love it," he says trying to stay quite as his pleasure builds. "Enough of this" she says pushing him out the door and shutting it and changing back into her bikini. Takato pays for it and Renamon grabs onto his arm and walks along side him until they get back to the hotel and Renamon shows Rika her new dress. "Looks really good" she says, "we should get ready for dinner, me and Guilmon found a fancy restaurant." She pushes Guilmon and Takato out of the room while they change and when they come out both Guilmon and Takato's' jaws hit the floor. "Come on boys, I know we're hot but pick your jaws up and come with us" Rika says while Renamon leans forward showing off her cleavage. Takato and Renamon follow Rika and Guilmon, he watches Rika's ass move and feels a swelling between his legs while Renamon grabs onto his arm and snuggles up to him as they walk. "Look at the lovebirds" Rika says looking over her shoulder making Takato jump away from Renamon and brightly blush. "Stop it" Renamon says grabbing him arm again. A few minutes later, they reach the restaurant and are quickly seated. Renamon orders a salad while the rest order steaks. They eat in silence while Takato tries his best not to stare at the two attractive females sitting across from him. Renamon raises a foot to his crotch and softly massages him making him gasp and cough a little as his cock grows in his pants. "Are you okay?" Rika asks looking at him and seeing a light blush spread across his face. "Yeah, I'm fine" he says wiping his mouth and taking another bite. They quickly finish their food and leave with our dessert, all of them expect Renamon feeling tired they go back to their hotel rooms and lie down. "I'm going for a walk," Renamon tells Guilmon who is almost asleep and leaves the room. She quickly slips into Takato's room unseen and finds him asleep. She crawls into bed with him and he stirs a little feeling the bed shift but stays asleep. She pulls down his pants and a hard cock bounces free "oh my, that seems bigger then before" she says under her breath as she gently blows on it making it quiver. He softly moans in his sleep as she wraps her hand around his hard rod and softly strokes it milking drops of pre-cum from it and quickly licking it up. She takes the head between her lips and sucks softly on it making him moan louder and stir in his sleep. "oh, Renamon, suck harder" he says in his sleep and she does what he says and sucks harder feeling his hips moving slowly in time with her sucks. His hands move to her head and start moving her faster as he slowly wakes up still thinking he is dreaming until she looks up at him and he gasps. "Renamon, what are you doing?" he asks as she sucks harder at his cock head making his head drop back into the pillow with a moan. She lifts her head "i want to feel you deep in my belly" she says and licks his cock head again. She crawls up the bed until her breasts are level with his face and pushes a nipple against his mouth "suck on it" she tells him and he opens his lips and sucks it between his lips and she throws her head back with a loud moan. He reaches up, takes the other one between his fingers, and softly rolls it making her hips buck as pleasure shoots from her breasts to her loins. His hand slowly slides down her back until he grabs her tail and runs his hand along it until he can't stretch any more and slides his hand back to her on the under side of it until he reaches her ass and squeezes it making her moan a little louder. She pulls his head harder against her breast and feels him biting her nipple "oh fuck" she says feeling a finger slid into her tailhole as he nibbles on her nipple. He pulls back away from her nipple "i need to fuck you, now," he says looking up at her and she nods. She reaches down and guides his hard cock to her waiting entrance and with a groan, sinks down his length. "I've been waiting for this all day!" she moans as pleasure fills her body making her pussy soaking wet and covering his crotch in slick pussy juice. She moves her hips up and down slowly feeling the veins standing out of his hard rod. He pulls her into a kiss and rolls them over so she's on the bottom "my turn, you've been teasing me all day" he tells her and takes a nipple back into his mouth and pulls out to the head and slams back into her drawing loud moans and groans with each stroke. Several minutes pass with the only sound in the room is flesh on flesh and her wet pussy slurping with each movement until she arches her back and screams out her orgasmic pleasure. "fuck me harder!" she moans as he slams into her even harder, splashing her pussy juices on his balls and filling the room with the smell of her sweet honey. "I'm cumming" he moans in her ear as he starts shooting his hot load deep in her pussy, painting her cervix white. He takes a nipple between his teeth and softly bites it as he jerks his hips in exquisite pleasure. "Fuck" he says letting go of the nipple and falling forward between her breasts, panting as the last of his cum leaks into her soaked slit. "I'm not done yet" she says lifting him off and out of her, lays him on the bed next to her, and leans over him licking his cock clean. "I love this taste," she says looking up at him. She turns around and lies on her back spreading her legs and slipping a hand down to her pussy. She parts her lower lips and Takato watches his load slowly ooze out of her and down across her tight tailhole. She reaches under herself and rubs her tailhole "oh god, I love anal" she says looking at him with lust burning in her eyes. He watches her push her finger into her tight tailhole and saw it in and out making his cock grow harder as she moans. "Roll over" he tells her and she rolls over and sticks her ass in the air and moves her tail aside revealing her tailhole. He crawls over to her, grabs her ass, and runs his tongue along her crack making her moan and her head go limp as pleasure shoots through her body. "You taste good" he says and starts lapping at her tailhole making her shiver as she approaches orgasm from that alone. "fuck me before I cum!" she says panting as he pushes two fingers into her hole and loosens her even more. He slowly pulls his fingers out, leans over her back, and pushes his fingers into her mouth and moans softly as she sucks on them making his cock feel harder then it was. "Fuck Me," she tells him as she pulls his finger from her mouth. He presses the head of his dripping cock against her tight, slightly gaping tailhole and moans as the head slips in and holds him tightly behind the head. He waits a few seconds enjoying the tightness before she pushes back on him "fuck!" she moans as he sinks into her bowels stretching her out just the way she loves "i love this." He leans over her back again when he bottoms out in her body and kisses her neck as she massages his cock with her internal muscles. He starts to slowly move back and forth in her, sending bolts of pleasure through both of them. Takato grits his teeth feeling his balls getting tighter, he leans back grabbing her hip with one hand and slaps her ass with the other before he grabs her tail and starts to fuck her hard and deep. She leans back against his chest and moans long and loud as he fucks her at full speed "harder" she says and turns his head into a kiss. Just as he is about to explode and fill her tailhole with hot cum, the door suddenly opens as Rika falls forward landing on the carpet, nude. Behind her Guilmon is standing with a throbbing cock, shooting ropes of cum through the air painting her back white as he growls and jerks in pleasure. Takato stops thrusting and blushes bright red as Rika rolls over and jumps at Guilmon and takes his cock between her lips, drinking his seed as some leaks from her asshole. Guilmon looks at them through half lidded eyes and grins as his orgasm ends. "Don't stop" Renamon says flexing her muscles and grinding against him feeling his cock start to throb. He grabs her hips and starts pounding into her ass "I'm cumming!" he moans in her ear and sucks on her neck as his balls tighten and shoots the first rope deep into her body. Rika sits at Guilmon's feet panting as she masturbates while his cum runs down her chin and drips on her breasts. Takato jerks his hips with each contraction until he slumps against her back and she shivers under him still cumming hard just from the anal play. She slowly drops to the bed with him still on and in her and looks over at Rika "so you finally went after him" she says weakly as Takato rolls off her leaving her tailhole gaping and cool air hitting the sensitive flesh making her shiver again and her pussy contract a few more time. "shut up" Rika says licking her fingers clean as Guilmon lays down next to her unable to stand anymore. The End This story was requested by tamatitheninetailedfox Furaffinity profile page [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tamatitheninetailedfox/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tamatitheninetailedfox/)

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Title: Streaks of Gray and White- Chapter 1 by Yukon Tags: Canine, Fox, Friendship, Gay Relationships, Husky, M/M, Wolf Not any real yiff in this story, just some minor stuff, but there will be some in the next part, if i decide to post, depending on the demand. Understand that writing never really was my strong suite, and don't expect greatness. But any constructive criticism and tips will be greatly appreciated. Also, I know this is pretty short, but the next chapter is longer(if i decide to post it) The door opened and in walked the tall, white wolf. Removing his jacket, he yelled that he was home loud enough that it could be heard throughout the house. The soft sound of paws scurrying across the hardwood floor reached his ears. As a few seconds passed, the noise grew louder, and soon a beautiful Siberian husky trotted through the door into the entryway of the house. He was a few inches shorter than the wolf, but was relatively tall rounding out at 6' 3'. The wolf was greeted with a soft kiss on his cheek from his fellow canine and was also informed that dinner was also already cooking. The duo walked together back to the kitchen. The husky told the wolf that dinner would be ready in about 5 minutes, and the he also requested that the wolf set the table. The wolf happily agreed. The hamburgers sizzled on the grill and wonderful smells filled the house. When dinner was finished, the two sat down at the small kitchen table. "So how was your day?" the husky spoke up. "Fairly slow and boring, we didn't have any calls," the wolf replied. He was the deputy chief at the local rural fire station. "Yea same, I did nothing," the husky said. He worked from home and traded stocks online, but today he choose not to work, and just watched television. "The bad thing is that I have to work tomorrow, the fire danger is supposed to be high," the wolf added in. "Well, that sucks. I hope it goes quickly," the husky was disappointed. Tomorrow was Saturday and he was looking forward to spending the day with his mate. "Yea...So I thought maybe we could catch a movie later," the wolf suggested between chewing. "But you have to work tomorrow," the husky replied with concern. "Well yes, but it's still Friday night, and I don't want to put a damper on your fun," the wolf explained. "I guess, but only if you're sure you'll be fine." "Of course I will hun," the wolf reassured. The two finished up dinner quickly and had some chocolate cake for desert. The husky pulled up the show times on his computer. The next show time for the movie they wanted to see was about 45 minutes away, which left them the perfect amount time to get to the theater. The pair walked into the garage to the cars. "Can I drive?" the husky asked. "Sure," the wolf agreed and tossed the keys to his 1967 Shelby GT 500 to his fellow canine, who got in the driver's side and fired up the beast of a car. For the 25 minute trip into the city to the movie theater, the couple made small talk about the latest sports and politics news. When the two arrived, the bought their tickets and went to the food counter. "Can I get some candy hun...pleeeeezz?" the husky asked, making the cute 'puppy face'. "Of course you can," the wolf replied giving the dog a soft pat on the head. The pair purchased candy and a couple of sodas. They then headed down the hall toward the theater when they were stopped as a much smaller fox walked up to them. "Umm...hi," he began, "I think your really cute, and I-I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime," he said nervously to the wolf, obviously not realizing the two were a couple. "Well...," he started to explain but was immediately stopped when his mate stepped between him and the fox. "Back off! He's mine!" the dog yelled, growling at the much shorter and small canine. "Umm yea....I'm sorry," the fox said, completely terrified of the much larger husky. "Get lost!" the husky yelled again, and with that the fox went the other way, almost running. "Well, you sure made your point Mr.," the wolf commented, placing his paws on his hips. "Just guarding what's mine," the husky replied with a toothy grin. But the wolf couldn't help but feel a bit concerned for the fox as the two continued into the theater. But as the movie began, he quickly forgot about the fox as he was entertained by the comical adventures of the main character. Two hours later, the movie finished and the pair padded back into the hall. Their attention was drawn as they noticed the fox sitting against the brick wall a little ways down the hall. His small form was sobbing and crying with his head hanging between his legs, tucked into a ball. "I think you were a bit hard on the poor guy," the wolf suggested. "Yea, I'm thinking that too," the husky replied as they walked over the the sobbing fur. He sat down to the side of the fox while his mate sat down on the other. "Hey little buddy, I'm really sorry about earlier. I just get over protected of my wolfie." "It-it's ok, it's just...it's just I can't seem to find anyone who likes me," the fox replied. "Hey man, don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone," the husky said. For the next few moments, the two larger canines reassured and comforted the fox. "Oh and by the way, my name's Dacono," the wolf said. "And I'm Yukon," the husky added in. "I'm-I'm Jamie" the fox replied. Even as the couple tried to comfort the fox, he still continued to sob and tear. Then a small grin formed on Dacono's muzzle as he got an idea. "Hey Jamie, how old are you?" he asked. "Twenty...twenty-one," Jamie managed to get out between sobs. "Well, so is my little bro, and he's been looking for a mate now for a while. And I'm sure he'd love a cute little fox to hold in his arms." "R...really?" the fox asked with a new hope. "Yea, his name's Dakota. He looks just about the same as me, just a bit shorter. He's really kind and compassionate; he'll make sure all of you needs are met and that you are happy. I can give you his number, and I'll give him a call later tonight to put in a good word for you," Dacono replied with excitement. He pulled out a napkin and a pen and tore the napkin in half. On one piece, he wrote down his brother's cell number and handed it to the fox. By now, all of the tears had left him and huge smile was spread across his muzzle. "Oh thank you so much," Jamie exclaimed and gave the wolf a tight hug, but then let go when he realized what he had done. "I'm...I'm sorry," he said to Yukon, all of the terror and fear returning to him. "Hey bud, it's ok," the husky replied with a smile and gave the fox a soft pat on the head. "So does Dakota live with you?" Jamie asked. "Naw, me and my husky over here got our own farm about a half an hour out of town,"the wolf replied. "Oh, so what do you grow out there?" "We don't grow anything, we just wanted to move out of the city," Dacono explained. "That's nice. So if you're little bro is 21, then how old are you?" "We're both 25," the wolf answered. "Cool," Jamie replied simply. "Well, we better get going, Dacono has to work tomorrow," the husky finally spoke up. Dacono then wrote down his cell number down on the other half of the napkin and handed to Jamie. "That's my number," he said, "call me if you ever need anything, ok?" "Alright, and thanks again to both of you," Jamie said. "No problem," Dacono said and the three shared a group hug before going their separate ways. On the way home, the two canines discussed the evening. "I'm glad we were able to help the poor kid out," Yukon said smiling. "Yea, I hope everything goes well with him and Dakota," Dacono replied. When the pair arrived back at the farmhouse, they quickly headed to the bedroom since Dacono had to get up for work. They both stripped down to their fur, as they like sleeping naked in the summer heat, and climbed into the big bed together. Dacono set the alarm and switched off the lamp. After a few minute of trying to sleep, Dacono felt a soft paw rubbing across his sheath and balls. He let out a soft growl, "not tonight hun, I need to get some sleep." Yukon simply responded with a quiet whimper. "Oh relax, I promise we'll have some fun tomorrow." Yukon smiled and gave the wolf a lick on the cheek. "Now there's my husky," Dacono said, licking back. The white wolf and the gray Siberian husky pulled each other into a soft hug and slowly drifted off to sleep in the warmth of each other.

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Title: Double-Teamed Mom Tags: mother son incest, mother son sex, anal, double penetration I'm going to give the background quickly -- not because I can't expound on it or don't remember details, but because I want to get to the action because everytime I think about it I smile and get hard.. I'm Jason, 20, and have an identical twin, Justin. We go to different colleges. We are so identical only our mother can tell us apart in daylight; no one can at night, or by our voices. My father was a domineering asshole who ran roughshod over my no-self-esteem-mother, and left when I was 15. The only good thing about him was that he made a lot of money and set up college trust funds for Justin and me, and my mom got enough in the divorce to live fairly comfortably. However, his leaving turned her into a drunk and made her chronically depressed. She always wore just sweatsuits, inside or outside the house, no makeup, wild hair, and didn't tend to her appearance in any way. Mom, now 42, was brought up strictly and I found out recently Dad was the only person she had sex with, and only a few dozen times in 16 years of marriage, and all slam, bam, thank you ma'am experiences; and no one had ever eaten her pussy. She thought it was because she was deficient. Therefore she wasn't looking for someone else after he left. Justin and I have always been completely well adjusted despite our parents, maybe because we had each other. We did well in school and sports, and got our fair share of tail. By the start of the summer of 2010, we both had gotten several dozen blowjobs, and fucked (with condoms) at least eight or ten girls each. Our only bareback experience was when we were 18 with a 33 year old neighbor, Jiant Jugs Jenny. She had a homely face and just above average body, except that she had the biggest natural tits for a slim-waist woman you could imagine. She had a twins fetish so we double teamed her, one doing her doggy when massaging those geological wonders on her chest while the other got a blowjob, and then switching. Then we would each suck a tit for about half an hour while lying next to her as she chatted away. We were real sorry when Her Jiantness moved after about ten encounters. Her tits became my screen saver. Anyway, Justin and I went to a shrink on our Mom's behalf the summer of '09 and blackmailed her into getting help. At the shrink's urging we told her we would never come to see her again after we went to college unless she enrolled in a drunk program and saw the shrink about her depression. It worked. By the time we left for college in September '09 she was making progress on both fronts. I heard about a special spa not far from her house from a friend at college, and Justin and I bought her the first two months membership for Christmas. She seemed to be making such good progress that both Justin and I got summer jobs in our home town and told her we wanted to live at home during the summer. We hadn't seen her since Christmas. I got home early June, a few days before Justin. I had only a suitcase and my laptop, having left everything else at my off campus apartment, and got dropped off by a friend at the end of our block. As I walked to the house, I saw a real Babe outside the house working in the garden. At first I thought it must be the wrong house -- but it wasn't. She had long slender legs with a light uniform tan, that ended in a Kim Kardashian ass, covered only by some skimpy jean shorts. Her tanned midriff was bare. She had long nicely combed radiant light brown hair, and a skimpy tank top that seemed to be --as best I could tell -- barely covering a real nice set of bonkers. When I got closer I still didn't have a good view of her face, but what I could see looked real nice, highlighted by light makeup. Being a horny red-blooded male who hadn't had a good screw in a month and no prospects for the summer, my mind was in full blown fantasy about fucking the Babe's brains out as the crotch of my pants was starting to tent. When I approached the Babe from behind I didn't want to startle her so when about 20 feet away I said "Hi, I'm Jason, Joyce's son. Are you a friend of hers?" When she spun around I almost shit my pants -- it was MOM. She apparently thought I was just being nice with my comment, smiled, ran up and hugged me tight. I hugged back with my head on her shoulder, trying to gain my composure and suppress my rising tool at the same time. When I finally thought I had sufficiently succeeded in both, I released my hug, told her she looked fantastic, and we went inside arm-in-arm. I'm not sure how coherent I was while we sat at the transparent kitchen table, drank lemonade, and chatted for the next three hours. The glass table was a joy and a curse -- it made it easy to ogle her body, but shit, it was my mother! My mind was addled; but I remember the most important information. For brevity, I'll summarize the relevant parts of our discussion. Mom's shrink pronounced her cured of depression. She hadn't had even one sip of alcohol since August 15, '09. The people at the spa were miracle workers (she got that right) and she had gone there at least three hours a day six out of every seven days since Christmas. She realized that her appearance had changed dramatically (understatement of the decade). The exercise and clean living regime she was following made her feel fantastic but horny (not her word, but I was so shocked she would even talk with me about stuff like that I can't remember her exact words), but she still had no confidence to date. That night we went out for dinner at a restaurant she used to like but hadn't been to since the asshole left. She wore a mid-thigh length sleeveless yellow sundress, a pushup bra, three inch yellow heels, and gold choker. Except for stress lines in her face, she could have passed for 30. I said "Mom, you're one of the hottest women I have ever seen!" She blushed slightly, and dismissed my comment as a son's prejudice, but she was obviously pleased. At the restaurant I pointed out to her all the guys who were ogling her. Each time she had the same reaction as to my "hottest" comment, but clearly got more and more pleased and confident. On numerous occasions I put my hand on her bare knee, stroked or squeezed it. I stared into her big blue eyes every chance I got. The restaurant had a dance floor with a great DJ, and after a wonderful meal, I asked her to dance. Time for another shock! She danced like a pro -- lessons at the spa she said -- and the movements of her body, whether intentional or not, were as seductive as a courtesan's! My circuits were close to overload. We didn't leave the restaurant until midnight, three hours after her bad-old-days bedtime. She was still lively so we went sightseeing in our own city, something we hadn't done since I was a child, and took a long walk along the river park. I put my sport coat over shoulders, and we held hands and chatted like we were on a date. We got home after 2 a.m. By then was she a little bleary-eyed. Having just come from keeping late hours at school, I had a distinct advantage over her, and for better or worse used it. She gushed about how tonight was the most fun she had since she could remember, but then tears welled up. It was then she laid on me her lack of sexual experience, including the bad-to-nonexistent marriage sex, I reported earlier and said tonight made her feel like she really deserved a real sex life but she had too much fear to progress in reality, and she started to sob uncontrollably. I would like to tell you that what I said to her next was motivated by pure interest in her well being, but you would know it was a lie; it was about me, with the hope that it would also be about her. I asked her if she thought she could start a sexual relationship with someone she knew loved her and would never hurt her until she gained the sexual confidence she needed. She interrupted her wild sobbing, and looking directly at me through her running mascara and weary eyes said that would be great but she didn't know anyone like that. At that point I stood, lifted her off her chair, planted a lecherous kiss on her lips, and started carrying her to my room. I know that given her fatigue and lack of confidence, and the abruptness of my movements, at first she was puzzled. However, as I laid her on my bed she started to realize that I was not acting like her son, but like her lover. She protested, but was too tired, emotionally spent, and overwhelmed to put up a fight as I pulled off her panties and started tonguing and licking her cunt. She cried the first few minutes I was ravishing her clit and pussy lips, but as soon as I penetrated her with two fingers and found and started abusing her G spot, all sounds stopped except for pleasure moans and screams. She orgasmed at least twice in the first minutes -- maybe the first real orgasms of her life -- and by the second climax I knew she was mine to please or punish as I saw fit. I gently undressed her while constantly paying attention to her pulsing underused pussy, sucked her glorious tits while undressing myself, and then told her she was going to get a real fuck from someone who really cared about pleasing her. I turned her on her hands and knees, and jammed my tormented rock hard dip stick between her succulent lips, causing her to shriek. I pumped slowly at first, listening to her reaction. No more sobbing, just sounds of pleasure and "Oh My God". I started pounding like a jackhammer. Once she climaxed again and I unloaded every ounce of joy juice I could into her, I laid her down on her side with my throbbing dick still filling her snatch, and wrapped my arms tightly around her while nuzzling her neck. Not only was I as serene as I ever was in my life, I could sense her contentment too. We both fell into a blissful sleep within minutes. When I awoke the next morning, except for the involuntary withdrawal of my now flaccid penis from her pussy, we were in exactly the same position we fell asleep in. I gently kissed her neck, shoulders, and cheek and she started to come out of her sex-induced coma. I continued my gentle assault on her body parts until she finally gained enough awareness to realize where she was and remember what had happened. She turned over in the bed briskly and stared into my eyes. Before she could say anything I pondered "How does the hottest woman in the world feel today?" She blushed, opened her eyes even wider, but then in a somewhat choked voice said "Jason, what did you do to me?" I responded "I loved you like you deserved to be loved your whole life and should be in the future. Did you enjoy it?" Her eyes started to softly well up with tears again as she stammered "It evoked the best, most intense, feelings I ever have had in my life, but it is so wrong...." Without letting her finish, I put a finger on her lips and said "What is wrong is the way you've been treated the rest of your life. If I could have made you as happy as you were last night some other way, I would have done it, but that wasn't going to happen. Now, I'm going to teach you everything I know about how to fulfill a lover and only when I've done that will I stop -- unless you are so fucking amazing that I have to make love to you the rest of my life." With that, I started kissing her open mouthed while tweaking her nipples with my left hand, and rubbing her stupendous ass with my right. She made a token effort at resisting for about two or three minutes, but realized it was futile, and ultimately submitted and groaned like a rusty water wheel as I fucked her senseless in the missionary position. For the next few days we fucked like minks whenever I wasn't at my summer job and she was home from her part time work. I had never seen her so upbeat at any time in my life, although she mock complained several times that I was keeping her from the spa when I demanded an afternoon carnal session. The day before Justin was to arrive, at breakfast she said "What are we going to do when your brother gets here?" I said I wasn't sure but after a few days I might have to tell him flat out what was going on and I knew what his reaction would be but didn't want to tell her yet. She got a quizzical look on her face when I said "When he comes home tomorrow, wear the same outfit you did the day I showed up." She wasn't happy with my response, but didn't push it, and nodded. Justin and I told each other everything. I had already informed him about Mom's transformation and told him I was fucking her twice a day. At first he didn't believe me, but I convinced him when I told him if he didn't like it he could move elsewhere during the summer, but if he was amazed as I was about the change in Mom he could get his own piece of the action since she was exhausting me. I told him there was no similarity between the woman I was porking now and the mother he remembered. Justin's arrival worked out as I had hoped. When he saw Mom's ass in her jean shorts -- he was even more of an ass man than I was -- her perfect pelvis, her perky tits, and how happy and content she looked and the ease with which she conversed with us, he took me aside and demanded his "cut". That night, he pretended to go to bed in his room before Mom and I, which made her feel better since she thought that then he might not figure out that she and I were sleeping in her bed. Shortly after we went to bed and I started foreplay, I excused myself to get a drink of water, and she requested some too. Per our prearrangement, Justin was waiting for me in the kitchen, he took two glasses of water into Mom's dark bedroom, and he started in where I left off. I voyeuristically listened at the door as I heard her muffled screams as he pounded the shit out of her twice. When the banging subsided I went to my room, only to be awakened about 7 the next morning with more banging. I got up and was reading the paper when Justin came into the kitchen with a mile wide smile. His words "wholly shit, bro, that was the best sexual experience of my life. I never got it up three times in eight hours before, and certainly not with that much cum." My loving brotherly response "I don't want to hear about your sexual inadequacies. Did Mom figure out it was you?" He retorted, "Not last night, when she kept calling me Jason. But in the morning light she recognized me instantly and looked distressed when she asked if that were me last night. I told her 'you figure it out for yourself Mom' as I dove for her pussy, licked up a storm for ten minutes, and then made her ride me while I pounded her harder than I ever pounded any other woman in my life, including Jiant Jugs Jenny." Mom came out to breakfast about ten minutes later. I had prepared her favorite - strawberry waffles with whipping cream, two strips of bacon, and a pot of tea. Her initial sheepish look turned to one of joy upon seeing the spread, and as I helped her to her seat she smiled. After a few minutes of small talk about the breakfast and the weather, she asked if she had any say in our plans for her. I responded, "Mom, as you already know, you are the hottest woman in the world. Too much for either one of us, but we would love to alternate days as your lover to keep you happy and our plumbing in good working order. PLEEEEEEASE". Seeing the looks of expectation on our faces, she laughed, and said "Wow, in less than two weeks I've gone from being incapable of getting laid to being too much for one 20 year old to handle by himself. As long as you give me one day off a week to go to the spa, I'm in." What followed was the best summer of our lives. Mom got Thursday off, but every other day Justin and I fucked her at least twice each day, and ate her whenever the opportunity presented itself. Just when we thought things couldn't get any better, about ten days before we both had to go back to school, while sitting at breakfast naked, Mom posited "I've heard that anal can be fun; you boys know anything about that? I've also heard that some women dream about a Double Penetration. What do you boys think?" Since all our blood had immediately rushed to our dicks we had none in our brains to allow us to think. Plus we were shocked, but had to play it cool since we were the ones teaching Mom about sex in view of her horrible love life prior to June, 2010. However, since both Justin and I were 100% certain that she was the best fuck in the world we needed to snap out of it. God, we loved everything about her, her passion, her soft vibrant pussy lips, her supersensitive glistening half inch clit, her easily stimulated G-spot, her hemispherical ass, her tight vagina, her succulent tits, her high libido, her infinite kindness -- shit she was the whole enchilada! Now that we had brought her to a sexual epiphany, we had to follow through even though we were getting past our comfort zone. While we each had a few condom anal experiences, we were by no means experts, or even entirely comfortable. Especially since we knew some women hated anal, and one of our main goals was to treat Mom with the utmost respect, we had to proceed carefully. I started out by directly answering her questions "I've heard that anal can be fun; you boys know anything about that? I've also heard that some women dream about a Double Penetration. What do you boys think?" My thoughtful response "Mom, anal can be fun, but you have to proceed carefully because it can be painful, and some people don't like it. As far as a DP is concerned, if someone really likes anal and has two partners they are comfortable with, a DP can be very satisfying. Justin and I are more than willing to help our phenomenal sex goddess Mom test these out -- we just need to be careful." With that, she smiled broadly, got up, put her arms around my neck and kissed me, and said "Well you're up tonight Jason. Let's give anal a try." I smiled back, grabbed her bare ass and said "You're on". While Mom went to get dressed for work Justin said "Dude, I hope you know what you're doing. The idea of doing a DP with Mom has hijacked my brain, but we've got to be really careful." I responded "I know, bro, we will be; but the satisfaction we would get by doing it successfully is worth the risk. It will make our experience with Jiant Jugs Jenny ho hum." Despite my bravado, I was really apprehensive, so at lunch time at work I got on the Internet and read as much about anal as I could. I bought the perfect lubricant at a drugstore on my way home, did more research after work, and was ready. I was especially attentive to Mom that night, helping her prepare dinner, and gently kissing her neck, and stroking her ass, every chance I got. After dinner the three of us played a board game, and about a half hour earlier than normal I put my arms around her neck, kissed her, and whispered in her ear "I want you real bad tonight you sexy goddess. Can we get between the sheets now?" Without a word, she stood up, kissed Justin good night, and had her top off before she got to her bedroom. I impressed upon Mom the need to be sure to tell me everything about how she was feeling while I was handling her anus because we had no idea what to expect. She smiled and said "I will, but I'm not a fragile doll. Do what you need to, we can post mortem it afterward." I rolled her on her stomach, kissed and squeezed her firm bulbous ass cheeks for a few minutes, then ran my tongue over her rosebud. She flinched at least a half dozen times as I flicked her asshole. Then I spread lubricant on her brown hole with my fingers, and slowly inserted a first lubed finger until it was completely buried. Mom gasped, then purred. Over the next fifteen minutes I lubed and gently inserted a second and then third finger, and moved them around. She gasped with each new finger insertion, and then purred as I moved my fingers in reciprocating and circular paths within her tight hole. By this time my cock was rock hard, and in need of attention. I told Mom it was time to go all the way, and she raised her ass in the air, I straddled her, and slowly inserted my lubed cock head. After minor resistance and a small moan from Mom, my dick slid right in and we both exhaled with relief and pleasure. I pumped gently, never even approaching the rough pussy pounding that Mom had come to love. While Mom had an unusually tight pussy, as is normal her asshole was even tighter, and it wasn't long before I was ready to blow. When I did I felt Mom had a minor climax herself. After depositing my complete load, I stayed stationary in Mom while gently massaging her tits and kissing the back of her neck, until I became flaccid enough to easily withdraw. Once I did withdraw, Mom grabbed me by the neck and said "Thank you Jason. I feel your love so intensely and I trust you completely. I loved your gentle approach and want to do it again some time." We got up, showered, and after cleaning each other off completely, I lifted her up by her thighs, pushed her back against the shower stall wall, and fucked her pussy hard. We had a virtually simultaneous climax that was dangerous because it almost collapsed my legs. After drying each other off, we returned to bed and fell asleep in each other's loving arms. The next night was Justin's. I told him everything I had done and suggested a repeat of the anal part, which he was happy to do since he had been even more apprehensive then I had. After the two introductory nights of anal, I decided to give Mom a preview of a DP and went to a sex store and bought a string of small diameter ass beads. That night I told Mom we would have a kind of dress rehearsal of a DP, and with her ass in the air I stimulated both of her rear orifices with my tongue, fingers, and lips. I then gently inserted the lubricated ass beads to a combination of pleasure and pain moans and groans, and then inserted my stiffy in her waiting slick cunt and started pounding her doggy style really hard, which she loved. As she started her climax I gently but continuously withdrew the ass beads. She squirmed, bucked, screamed, and shuddered for a good sixty seconds - until at least ten seconds after the last ass bead had popped out. Her reaction turned me on like a lighthouse, and after I discarded the ass beads I grabbed her firm boobs and pounded her like my life depended on it. When I blew in her, she screamed again, and then collapsed. I lay with my dick still in her for about two or three minutes, but there was no movement from her, only a few muffled sounds. Concerned, I withdrew and rolled her over to attend to her. Her eyes opened in a few seconds, and then she took a few deep breaths and said "Wow. I passed out. What a feeling. Every nerve in my body has been overloaded. Thank you a thousand times." With that she pressed her lips hard against mine for a few seconds, and then literally collapsed again. It was clear that we would have no second fuck tonight, as we normally did, but I was almost as drained as she was, and could care less. As I drew her into my arms I let out a sigh of ultimate contentment, and fell asleep. The next day was Thursday, her day off from Justin and I harassing her. We talked with her before she left for the spa, and we all agreed we would do a DP on Saturday when we were all off work, and that Justin would do anal with her again Friday. We agreed that Justin would enter her pussy and I her anus when we performed our DP. With great excitement and anticipation by the three of us, Saturday arrived. Justin and I took Mom to a great breakfast buffet. Then we went and sat by the community pool for a few hours, had a nice swim, and then agreed it was time for FUN. Mom looked radiant as she exited the shower. She had shaved her legs and armpits, used her favorite shower gels and shampoo, and smelled and felt fabulous. She insisted on wearing a fake pearl necklace Justin and I gave her when we were teenagers. Per our agreement, we laid her on new silk sheets that we had put on her bed, and I stimulated her pussy while Justin licked then lubed her anus. As I continued to work her pussy she insisted on taking Jason into her mouth. Once she sucked him steel hard, he lay down on the bed and she pussy mounted him. After pumping him a few minutes she bent over and stuck her butt in the air as high as she could. I was rock hard myself when I straddled her ass, and slowly inserted my lubed dick into her anus. Justin lay still as she shook her ass to help the insertion, and once I was fully inside her I said "Mom, don't move, and if either of us is pumping too hard, tell us to slow down". I took her "Oh my God!" as understanding. Justin started bucking upwardly while I was pumping forwardly. We started out slowly, but after a few minutes increased our pace. Mom continuously let out a low guttural sound. After a few minutes we were all sweating profusely but in emotional heaven. About ten strokes more and I was ready to cum. Justin told me to slow down, and in another dozen strokes he was ready and let me know. We came in Mom almost simultaneously and she let out a banshee scream the likes of which we had never heard before, and completely collapsed on top of Justin. He stayed in her while I gently withdrew and wrapped my arms around her. When Justin went flaccid we rolled Mom over. She was smiling, but virtually comatose. We tenderly gave her a sponge bath with warm water, turned on by her coos and sighs. Then we gently covered her, and let her sleep. It was the best family bonding experience in our history. Justin and I went out to shoot some hoops, and when we returned there was Mom in an outfit highlighting all of her sexy features preparing what she knew was our favorite dinner. We thought she was happy and fulfilled before, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. She was the most bubbly, effervescent, truly satisfied person we knew. After dinner, as she was serving us home-made key lime pie she put a hand on each of our crotches and said "I'll be visiting you boys at school this year. I hope you'll be ready for me." Knowing that there was no girl either of us had met at school that could hold a candle to our sexy Kim-Kardashian-ass mother, I don't know what grew faster. Our smiles or boners! My screen saver is now my mom's pussy.

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Title: Spike, The Possessed Emu: Story 2 Part 1 by vampish malkin Tags: Fantasy, Mild Romance, No-Yiff, Sci-Fi, Story Series, Various Species Spike felt the anger of the ghost inside him start to overflow. "What do you mean you won't marry me?" he yelled at Selene. "What have I done to make you think I'm not worthy?" "You just haven't accomplished anything yet in your life, Spike. That, and you're possessed by an evil spirit." Spike stood up, almost knocking the table and their dinner over. Did she not know there was nothing he could do to get rid of the spirit? Did she not love him for what he was and not what he'd done? He was sick of this. The same thing every time. Spike couldn't stand it any longer. He walked out of the restaurant and left Selene there to pay the bill. "The consequences of falling in love with an emu that's possessed by an evil spirit" she said to herself as she took out her wallet. Now if you're just joining us, you probably don't know what is happening. If you have read the first story, and already know about it, you can just skip this paragraph. Our main character, Spike, is a twenty-something emu who is hell-bent on world domination and just happens to be possessed by an evil spirit. Spike wants to marry his girlfriend, Selene, a beautiful young emu, who won't marry him yet for reasons we discovered in the last paragraph. Then we have Spike's best friend, Dax, a moose who is, well, to put it nicely, not the brightest Crayon in the box. We love him anyways though. There's the rest of their motorcycle gang, Hell's Emus, but we'll meet them later. Last, but not least, we have the Devil Duckie, the evil, unholy ruler of Hell who just happens to have his eye on Selene. I think that's all the introduction we need for now, so let's get back to the story and see what's happening in the lives of our friends. Spike went home and put on a couple of death metal CD's to listen to. He always found that screaming along with Arch Emu or Morbid Angelfish made him feel much better. He was about to go get himself a beer and one of those microwave burritos that always taste the same no matter what flavor, when it started raining pieces of drywall and plaster. "What the hell?" said Spike, "My music's not up that loud..." when suddenly a thousand pound moose fell on his head. When Spike came to and opened his eyes, he was staring up at a huge hole in his ceiling. "Damn it, Dax!" Spike said as he was getting up, "That's the third time this week!" "I'll pay for it," replied Dax (Dax inherited the internet and has an infinite supply of money). "Let's go for a drive. I just got my Porsche back from the mechanics! We could go by The Whiskey and see who's playing tonight." "Alright Dax, let's go," said a defeated Spike, "Maybe it'll help me get my mind off Selene." So Spike and Dax left Spike's house and got into Dax's car. Selene had just gotten home, and was planning on taking a nice, long, hot bubble bath when the doorbell rang. "Ah damn," she said as she walked to answer the door. She looked through the peephole, and saw Spike standing on her doorstep. "What the hell..." she murmured under her breath as she unlocked and opened her front door. "Spike," she said, "what are you doing here?" "Selene!" he replied, "I finally did it! I got rid of the spirit! I'm free! And my plan for world domination! I've perfected it!" "Wow..." said an amazed Selene, "How did you..." But she was cut off by Spike getting down on one knee, and pulling out a box with a beautiful white gold ring adorned with opals, rubies and diamonds. "Spike, I...I don't know what to say," she said. "Just say yes," said Spike. Selene laughed. "I will as long as you never try to be romantic again. You're no good at it." He smiled at her, and stood up to kiss her. Selene smiled back, but couldn't help thinking that something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. "Dax!! Slow down!" screamed Spike, "I really don't feel like dying right now!" "Chill out, Spike. I'm only doing ninety-four. I always drive this fast on Fridays." "Ok Dax. I trust you... I think." Dax and Spike continued to fly down the freeway at a steady ninety-four miles per hour. "Hey Spike?" "Yeah, Dax." "You're wearing a seatbelt, right?" After Spike had left her apartment, Selene finally got to take that bubble bath she wanted to. She took a sip of her coffee, closed her eyes, and thought about what had just happened. What was wrong about Spike? What was different about him? Something was very wrong. Selene opened her eyes, and looked at her engagement ring that Spike had given her. The rubies and diamonds threw glowing embers of light on the walls. It was a beautiful ring. It must have cost a ton of money. Where the hell did he get the money to buy this from? Selene picked up her phone and dialed in Spike's cell number. Spike's cell phone started to ring. "Dax! Turn down your music! I gotta answer this call!" Dax turned his stereo off, and Spike's ears rang for a second in the sudden silence. Spike took out his phone and answered it. He sat there for several minutes listening to Selene's voice through the phone, with a look of horror on his face. "Oh shit," he said, turning to Dax, "we gotta get back to Selene. Now." Selene had just finished getting dressed and drying her hair. She checked the clock. 11:19. "The guys should be here soon," she said to herself. She opened her bathroom door and saw someone standing right outside and screamed. "Selene! It's me, Spike!" said the figure. He stepped into the light coming from the bathroom so she could see him. "Thank God you're here!" exclaimed Selene. "I've been so scared." She went up to him and hugged him. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's ok, I'm here. We're gonna figure everything out. Now let's get going. Dax is waiting outside." "Ok," she said, "let me just go get my shoes." Selene was in her room putting on her shoes when she heard a car door slam just outside. She looked out the window and saw Dax and Spike getting out of Dax's car. Before she had time to react, someone hit her on the head. She saw little stars floating around, and then everything went black. Spike rang her doorbell for the second time, and still no one answered. "Dammit, Selene!" Spike shouted, the evil spirit inside him starting to take over. It almost forced him to break down the door, until Spike regained control of his body and took out the key that he had to her apartment. He unlocked and opened the door, and the two walked into the dark living room. "Selene!" called Spike. "Selene, are you here?" "Selene?" said Dax, looking into the fridge. "Dax, why would Selene be in the refrigerator?" asked Spike. "You never know, Spike, you never know." Spike punched Dax in the back of the head. "Ouch! What was that for?" "You're stupid." Dax looked at Spike and rubbed the back of his head where Spike had just punched him. "Come on Dax." said Spike, walking in the direction of the bedroom. He stopped just outside the bedroom door, looking at something on the ground. "Dax... come here at look at this..." Dax walked to where Spike was standing and looked inside. There was a huge, scorched patch burned into the carpet in the center of the room. A couple of papers were still on fire, and the room was filled with smoke. "Damn!" cursed Spike. He turned around and punched the wall, leaving a huge hole. "Did she spontaneously combust?" questioned Dax. "No, you idiot! It was the Devil Duckie! He took her!" screamed Spike. "Oh shit!" said Dax as he ran after Spike towards the front door. Dax drove them to the Wishkah café, where they met up with the rest of Hell's Emus: Skully (Dax's wife), Mouse (Spike's brother), Bruce (Selene's brother), Slade (Dax's brother), and their friends Vic, Chip and Ray. Spike explained to them what had occurred that night. "So what the hell are we supposed to do?" asked Skully. "We are gonna go get her," replied Spike, "but you're not going anywhere but home." Skully was pregnant and due the next day. "Well how are we supposed to get her?" asked Mouse. "We have to go down to Hell to get her back." said Spike. "And how, exactly, do you propose we get there?" said Mouse. Spike grimaced. "We gotta find the Devil Duckie." As soon as the words left Spike's mouth, the bar and their drinks were extremely hot. They all reacted quickly, dropping their glasses and jumping off the bar stools. The walls and ceiling caught on fire. Flames crawled along the ceiling, blackening the tiles. The glass bottles of alcohol cracked and burst, spilling burning alcohol, fueling the fire. The wooden chairs and tables caught on fire. They all stood in the middle of the room, away from the majority of the fire, while ash and burning embers fell on them. They became aware of an evil, maniacal laughter that was growing louder. The room grew much darker, completely black in some areas where the blaze didn't reach. In the darkest corner, there was a pair of red eyes glowing in the blackness. "You bastard!" yelled Spike at the laughing duck. "What did you do to her?" "Nothing." replied the Devil Duckie, with an evil smile playing at his lips. "She's perfectly fine. You are your friends, on the other hand, I would be worried about..." Red hot metal bars shot up from the ground, enclosing all but Spike in a fiery prison, leaving him standing alone outside the bars, face to face with the Devil Duckie. The spirit completely took possession of Spike's body, pushing his conscience into a back corner of his mind. Spike's body reached down and pulled the concealed blade out of his boot. He stood up and looked the Devil Duckie in the eye. The Devil Duckie had taken out his knife and stared right back at Spike. "No!" screamed Spike from his internal confinement even though no one could hear him. "It's useless! All your going to do is get us and everyone else killed!" Spike screamed in vain at his body, which, under control of the evil spirit, continued. Spike's body and its ghostly possessor raised the sharp, jagged knife and lunged at the Devil Duckie. The duck threw himself out of the way and turned, intending to stab the knife into Spike's back, but was surprised as Spike went down and knocked his legs out from under him. Spike came around to finish off the helpless Duckie, but found him to be nowhere in sight. While Spike was temporarily confused, the Devil Duckie hit Spike on the head with the handle of his blade, knocking Spike unconscious. When Spike came to, he found his wrists and ankles to be chained to the ground. His head hurt badly, and was slightly bleeding. The spirit inside him was extremely angry for losing a fight. He started to look at his surroundings and saw his friends still in the prison. He then saw Selene standing in the middle of the cavernous room. She was wearing a wedding dress, and appeared to be in some sort of a trance. In front of her was an altar, and beside her stood the demon duck Himself. Spike realized that they had been tricked to come down and be witnesses to the wedding of the Devil Duckie and his own Selene. He tried with all of his and his possessors' power to break free of the chains, but found that they were not to be broken. He unwillingly gave up, and sat in a huddled heap on the floor, crying and silently cursing himself. Everyone was quiet as the unholy wedding proceeded until a shadowy figure walked out of the corner of the room and approached the Devil Duckie. He drew a submachine gun and shot the Duck twice in the skull. The Devil Duckie let out an unearthly scream as a whirlwind of ash and fire consumed everything. Spike opened his eyes to find himself lying on a moonlit, black sand beach. He was almost positive that he had died until he saw Dax and all of Hell's Emus lying on the sand near him. He sat up to be sure of where he was, and on closer inspection the beach was no beach of earth. There was a strange beauty about the place, and the way the twin moons reflected light on the vaguely luminescent, black ocean gave Spike the feeling that he had been here before. Spike was about to stand up to get a better understanding of where he was, when he saw the shadowy stranger who had shot the Devil Duckie sitting next to him. He looked at the man as he took off his cloak, which had concealed his face. The man was about the same stature as any human male, but was very different. He had jet-black hair that fell in his face and concealed his intense purple eyes. Enormous black wings protruded from his back, and an intricate black tattoo that curved around most of his body. He helped Spike up and flashed a worried grin at him that showed a pair of fangs. "We need to save Selene, go wake up your friends," said the stranger. "Who are you?" asked a very confused Spike. "And how did you kill the Devil Duckie?" The stranger looked at Spike, and answered, "You can't kill him." "What do you mean you can't kill him? You can kill anything; you just have to know how to do it! And who are you?" Spike demanded of the stranger. The stranger laughed at him, and stood up. "My name is..." ...to be continued...

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Shattered Shards Dawning of Dragons In the years to come scholars of both realms would delve deep into the cause of the event that so catastrophically changed the way of life for billions of people. The ideas they came up with were manifold, a rip in twelve dimensional space, the will of a mad god, two dimensions colliding, the end result of a dark ritual that lasted for millennia, a convergence of a powerful spell cast in a place of chaotic power intersecting with humanity's first attempt at a portal that could one day be used to traverse the stars. Whatever the cause, the effects irrevocably changed two worlds forever. The technological planet called Earth, home to a single sentient race, and the wondrous realm of Aerth and its many moons, all filled with wondrous magics, and manifold thinking beings of all sorts, suddenly occupied a similar space. For the inhabitants of Earth, the sky was suddenly filled with many orbs, some looming frighteningly close, and others mere specks, but all now circled the planet as its single solitary moon had. Measurements taken later estimated that the surface area of the spheroid that housed the combined Earth and Aerth had increased by four hundred percent from the original size of the planets, twice as much that would be expected from a mere merge. A world were magic had never existed, where wars were fought over words on a page, divine word without a divine voice to give meaning to it, fragmented, fragile countries keeping each other in check through a convoluted political and economic balancing act... The people of this world suddenly found themselves side by side with creatures from faerie tales, myths, dreams, and nightmares. Big cities suddenly found enchanted glades were lush parks once were, towering skyscrapers replaced with giant golden castles, highways filled with gridlock traffic suddenly sharing right of way with carts and wagons pulled by all manner of strange beasts. And strangest of all, a significant percentage of Earth's populous found themselves altered, some lacking the bodies they were born with and thrust into unfamiliar shapes, others having familiar features alter into those of races of the new realm. Aerthborne suddenly found the familiar paths beneath their feet transformed into a strange sort of stone made of a single piece of porous rock, their peaceful planes suddenly filled with the growling of strange, metallic chariots on air-filled wheels. Ancient trees and graceful towers replaced by strange, smooth boxes covered in panels of glass. They found themselves confronted by common men who carried the power of wizards in their pockets, one man able to strike down entire companies of men with strange devices that belched smoke and roared like beasts from the depths. Two worlds became one in the blink of an eye, and despite many tragedies and triumphs, the shared world admitted, in the end, that each half had gained a great many wonders. This is a tale of such a wonder... -o- Joey groaned softly, feeling strange. His head felt stuffy, like someone had stuffed cotton into his brain and made it a bit harder than usual to think. Or forced him to watch eight continuous hours of celebrity reality television; it was the same thing, after all. He groaned once more, blinking his eyes a few times to focus them. He was rather confused at what he saw immediately in front of his face. It was a pale green, somewhat blurry, and occupied the lowest portion of his vision. He brought a hand to it and was startled to find that the green bit was part of him. More disturbing was the fact that his fingers were rather strange. He sat up and looked down at his hand; there were fewer fingers than he remembered having there, three and a thumb on each hand, and they most certainly had not been tipped with blunt, white claws before. Once more he brought his hands to his face, feeling the strange addition there, a short, blunt muzzle. Joey ran a forked tongue over sharp, unfamiliar teeth, finding his body increasingly strange. He stood, and the feelings of weirdness grew. His clothes were unpleasantly tight and clingy, they had been quite baggy that morning, but now they clung to him as if they were a size too small, and most of them were ruined to boot. Clawed, green toes poked from his sneakers, having torn through sock and shoe alike. Behind him his pants were in similar condition, as a thick, heavy, muscular tail had torn up the waist and rump of his jeans. It was weird, he was well aware that he had changed, and he knew what the changes were, but he felt no mental discomfort or unease from them, just a bit of annoyance at the ruination of his clothes and their uncomfortable tightness. With a sigh he kicked off the scraps that once were his shoes and slipped off his jeans. To Joey's surprise he found the area between his legs to be without bulge. Puzzled by the lack of organ, he stuck a fingertip inside his boxers, which had merely been pushed down by his new tail, and not torn. Instead of the familiar sack and tube, he instead found a narrow slit in the same area; the fingertip didn't go in very far before it encountered resistance. A hazy memory of biology class brought to mind the reason for the alteration; birds and lizards kept their bits on the inside. Joey's stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him that before he'd been knocked unconscious, or whatever, he'd been heading to the cafeteria with his two friends. Feeling very hungry, and now free of uncomfortable clothing, though he kept his t-shirt and boxers, the new lizardboy began to look around at his environment for the first time. The layout was familiar, but the construction was in fact quite different. It looked like the trophy hall where all the school's athletic and academic accomplishments were preserved for all to see. But rather than the door behind him that led to the East Commons, there was instead a bricked up archway. The black and white linoleum in the black and white checkerboard pattern had become checkerboard stones, the whites and blacks aged and stained, making them varying shades of gray. Rather than trophies, the shelves alongside the corridor were lined with books and stacks of scrolls. Joey pulled out a book and looked at the cover, but rather than the familiar shapes of the alphabet, he instead found strange, straight, pointy runes that looked as if they could've been carved by a claw. Since he couldn't go back, Joey figured he might as well move forward down the hallway, hopefully finding something to eat. After that maybe he could try and figure out what had happened to him and why everything was so weird; though it was pretty likely that he'd fallen asleep, or something. The corners of his muzzle turned up into a rather pleased smile at the thought. Yeah, a dream! That sounded about right. Maybe he'd fallen asleep in study hall again and was now dreaming of being something out of his biology text. He looked down at his thick, muscular legs, and the large, clawed feet at the end of them. He was walking on the balls of his feet; interesting. His dreams were never this creative, he hoped that it was still early in the hour, before the bell woke him up for the next class, as this dream was light years above the usual drudgery he thought up. Aside from the naked in class dreams, of which this seemed to be one at least in part, there were the 'go out and fail to get a job' dreams, the 'doing mundane, household chores' dreams, the 'have to pee, but am asleep, so there are weird peeing circumstances, or toilets showing up in weird places' dreams, and the occasional 'wet dream where I still don't get any so I'm fapping to porn even in my fantasies' dreams. Occasionally there was something like an action movie, once there had even been credits, but they were never as detailed as this. Joey's tongue flicked out of his mouth occasionally as he walked, something he did without thinking about it at all. He could breathe in air through his nostrils, but when he did that none of the smells seemed to come through, which they did when he flicked his tongue out. The air smelled of dust, old books, and a faint, pleasant scent that Joey couldn't quite place. It made him feel rather happy, comfortable, and safe. He found himself following the scent, turning left in what would have been the old staff offices, where the walls had been torn down and a new computer lab installed. Or had been in the waking world; in the realm of this strange dream, it instead appeared to be rather like a combination living and dining room, decorated in a well off, classical, but eclectic style. All of the furniture looked tasteful and expensive, but none of it matched. The source of the pleasing scent was no longer of interest to Joey's subconscious; instead it was the sight, and scent, of the partially eaten steak dinner sitting on one corner of the table across the room. It smelled delicious, though it had cooled off and been there awhile. The lizardboy looked around for the steak's owner, but seeing nobody, he darted to the table and sat down. He poked the thick slab of meat, and as the scent had told him, it had cooled off. Whoever was eating it had been gone long enough for the meal to cool down to room temperature. Since it was Joey's dream, and the unknown diner was nowhere to be seen, he decided to help himself, cutting big chunks off the rare slab and stuffing them into his muzzle. Feeling the need to wash them down with something, Joey grabbed the heavy goblet nearby, lifting it to his muzzle with both hand, taking a big gulp of the frothy, pink liquid contained within. The taste was incredible, perfect, sweet, it was like a milk shake, but room temperature, kind of fruity and creamy, like whipped cream mixed with Jell-O, but somehow even better. Without being aware of it, Joey found himself draining the goblet dry, his forked tongue darting out to lick it clean of frothy leftovers. He patted his belly and burped loudly, suddenly feeling rather full, happy, and contented; and also a bit horny. Joey sighed happily and pushed away from the table, reaching down to rub his genital slit. He moaned softly as he felt his reptilian shaft slither out. He slid his boxers down, admiring the altered length. It was longer and thinner than his human member was, with strange bumpy nodules on the underside, and an enlarged, egg-shaped head. The lizardboy wrapped a hand on his new shaft and slowly began to stroke, shivering each time his fingers bumped over one of the small, marble-like bumps. He heard a faint hiss from somewhere in the room behind him, but he paid it little attention. He looked down at his elongated length, licked the lips of his blunt muzzle, and broke out into a grin. Another theme that popped up into the few sex dreams he had, being able to wrap his lips around his shaft, being able to bob up and down to give himself pleasure, to reach the very base. So that was precisely what he did, bent in half, dexterous, forked tongue curling around his length. He could've sworn he heard and amused chuckle from behind him, but he paid it little mind. Mmm... such a nice dream... -o- "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooooh fuck!" moaned Nia, falling to the side as everything went all strange. In the blink of any eye, the hallway around her shifted, the industrial gray carpet becoming a series of worn, but beautiful red-purple, trimmed with yellow gold. The harsh fluorescent lights were replaced with decorative chandeliers that glowed with a blue-green light. Her fall was halted by a dark blue locker, one of the school's colors. The noise of the post-class bustle seemed to halt immediately. Nia expected they has all shut up and were now staring at her. She was overcome by sensation, barely able to breathe. Quickly she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it off, tossing it aside, taking a deep breath. But the removal of the bra only made her focus on the other sensation. There was a sudden, aching hardness between her legs, she reached down to relieve the pain, and found her fingers wrapping around what could only be a cock. She couldn't help herself; she began stroking it rapidly, right in the hallway, right in front of everybody. It only took a few moments before she erupted with climax, thick jets of seed creating a puddle between her legs. Her face hot with embarrassment, she stood, the feelings of oddness having passed. To her surprise, the hallway was empty, save for herself and her brother. Reed gave no indication of having seen his sister's strange actions, his hands were clutching the side of his head, his eyes clenched shut, lips back from teeth as a pained hiss left his lungs. He looked... wrong. Though tall, Reed was your typical nerd, and was rather pear shaped. As Nia watched, the overabundant fat on her brother's body seemed to shift around into a more solid configuration. It was rather like the Incredible Hulk, but on a smaller scale. Reed's shirt and shorts began to tear as the youth's frame began to increase in height and width, not merely shifting mass around. Nia watched, mouth agape as her brother's skin took on a rather strange shade, a deep purple. His ear grew larger, gaining points, and a pair of teeth poked out from his lower lip. She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but it was quite clear what had happened. Her brother had become an orc. Nia looked down at her own body, finding some changes to herself as well. She had also grown, grown more than Reed had, as a matter of fact. But most of her growth seemed to be vertical, going from a short, heavyset girl, to a tall, statuesque beauty, a statue made of obsidian, apparently, as her skin had become black. Not the dark brown shade of skin tone that was called black, but true, pure, coal black. "No way..." she whispered, her voice sounding a bit different, more relaxed, more sensual, and to her ears, very sexy. Nia reached up and grabbed a portion of her hair, pulling it in front of her eyes, finding it pure, snow white. "No way!" she said again, more excited than scared. She pulled up her shirt to check her belly, and then peered down at her legs; all of it was the same jet black shade as the rest of her. She also took the time to tuck the new addition between her legs back into her undergarments; somehow it had popped out right through the zipper, which was rather ruined. The pain in his head seeming to have passed, Reed looked around at their surroundings and then focused on Nia. He blinked a few times and slowly looked her over before speaking. "Nia?" he asked, voice deeper and a bit... thicker than normal, "Is that you?" She nodded and grinned, "Yeah, I think so! Isn't it cool? Somehow I'm a dark elf!" Reed looked down at his large, purple hands, running one over his chest and abdomen. "Well... if the headache was what I had to put up with to look this good, I'd consider it well worth it." He said with a fanged grin, stripping off his shirt to admire his new muscles. Nia, on the other hand, looked up and down the hall, finding some oddities. In places it seemed like it was closer to way the school had been, the walls alongside them covered with lockers. In others it was more like a castle passageway, with chests placed on platforms set into the wall, rather than lockers. She walked down the hall a ways, peering down the other intersections and then into one of the classrooms, or what had been a classroom. It seemed more like a barracks now, though it was totally empty, free even of a teacher transformed into a mind flayer, or a class pet that became a displacer beast, or anything remotely like that. Nia saw movement out of the corner of her eye, but the movement was her own, reflected in a mirror on the wall. She approached, admiring her reflection. While plain and dumpy before, Nia considered herself to be an absolute knockout now. It was a shame that her clothes weren't quite suited for her sexy new frame. She grinned to herself and stepped back out into the hall, her grin widening. The lockers were still there, but the locks, however, were not. The dark elf giggled and slapped her brother on the back, "C'mon, big guy, let's try and find us a new wardrobe! -o- Joey's tail twitched as he sucked himself off, the pleasure of the act much more intense that the muffled sensations that usually filled his dreams. It felt so very real, encompassing all the senses. He could taste the sweet, slicks drops of pre on his tongue, he could feel the wet smoothness of his saliva soaked shaft as it slid over his lips, he could feel the hot pressure building inside him as he neared climax. He felt his entire body quiver as he found his mouth filled with huge amounts of sticky sweetness, too much to swallow, he found it leaking from his muzzle, dripping onto his chest and belly. "Oh wow..." he gasped, out of breath from the intense self-loving, "That's too much!" "I don't know..." purred a deep, sensual voice from above him; it looks hardly worth bothering for to me." The voice seemed to sink into Joey's bones, making them quiver with delight. He slowly drew his gaze upward, eyes widening at the sight of the creature above him. More accurately, it was the creature's head and neck, a long, sensuous, streamlined muzzle leading to a long, serpentine neck. The dragon's scales looked to be a shade of tarnished gold, and they seemed to glisten in the light from the candelabra on the table. Pure purple eyes peered down at him, sparkling with amusement. "Seeing as you are so... shall we say eager... with your muzzle, having consumed both my dinner and a generous helping of your own desert, I think perhaps that you could seek to repay your host for the meal with a similar act?" the large reptile purred. The thought seemed to bypass Joey's conscious mind entirely. He found himself getting up while he was still considering what the dragon had said. As he turned back, he saw the size of his host. It was about the size of a horse, but most definitely heavier. Though the majestic creature's body was a similar size, its legs were thicker and shorter, but they still were straight down like a mammal rather than a true reptile. Scintillating golden wings jutted from the dragon's back, narrowing into a sort of frilled crest along the sides that met at the base of the tail, becoming a sort of fin. The dragon was very long and thin, though not quite the snake-like serpentine dragons from Asian myths, more like a cheetah or a greyhound was a long, thin, streamlined cat or dog. The lizardboy found himself hugging his host's neck, nuzzling at the smooth scale with his snout. His tongue flicked out, ingesting the dragon's scent. Ahh, this was the odd, pleasing aroma that he had followed into the dining room. Up close like this, Joey found himself calming, his breathing slowing, becoming more relaxed. It was instinctive, dragons wouldn't hurt him, they would protect him, keep him safe. "Go on, my pet, you know what I want." The dragon rumbled, softly nuzzling Joey's neck, "Don't be shy." Joey found himself grinning and blushing as the dragon called him 'pet.' He felt his member surge back to full arousal at the thought of being the dragon's plaything. He knelt, crawling beneath his master's belly, his tail swaying gently from side to side with delight. The dragon's shaft was enormous, the size of Joey's arm, at the very least. It was rather like his own but more... predatory. It had the same bumps on the underside, but it retained the same width all the way to the end, where it actually got bigger. The spade shaped head narrowed to a point, where a thick droplet of precum awaited Joey's eager, questing tongue. The pet wrapped both hands around the dragon's thick shaft, caressing just beneath the head. He brought his lips to the tip, giving it a gentle kiss while lapping up the sweet treat. He quivered softly at the taste, so very much like that wonderful, frothy desert he had drank. The lizardboy lay on his back, wrapping his legs around the base of the dragon's member, his tail curling around it as well. Joey opened his muzzle wide, somehow managing to take the head of the dragonshaft into his mouth and throat. It fit in easily and without discomfort, like it was meant to be there. "Mmm... very good, well worth the price of my mostly eaten steak, I think; though the potion in the goblet was for you. Well, not you in particular, but rather whoever happened along." The dragon purred, squatting down on his haunches so that Joey could grind his own aching shaft against the dragon's mighty member. "I haven't the slightest idea where all you humans came from, what with your rather colorful clothes, no weapons, and not a spellcaster amongst you. Quite an ill-prepared raid on a dragon's lair; let me tell you. Though the magic that preceded it was perhaps the strongest I've ever seen." Joey paid little attention to his master's words, they didn't concern him, all that he needed with right in front of him; shiny, black, glistening, and oh so warm. "I have had a very busy and productive afternoon. I can only imagine what else I'll accomplish before dinner. I'm quite glad I've taken the time to set up so many traps. It would be quite tiring to personally enslave so many scampering little human pets." The dragon purred. Joey's eyes opened at that, and he was suddenly aware that this was most definitely not a dream, but try as he might, he couldn't unwrap himself from the dragon's gorgeous cock. "Mmm... I love it when I dispel the mind fog and realization sets in. Let me tell you what you are now, my pet...." -o- After a few minutes of searching the lockers, Nia had managed to find quite the selection of clothes for herself. She'd tried on several outfits and combinations, but kept coming back to what were essentially the sluttiest clothes she could find. Bubblegum pink platform heels, a matching leather miniskirt, and something that was oddly enough found in one of the chests in the room, a sort of micro t-shirt-like top that showed off several inches of her lower cleavage, but clung stubbornly in place no matter how she moved. Considering the absolute skimpiness that sword-swinging women in comics and movies wore, more than likely it was some sort of magic armor. Nia found herself admiring the way the white and pink contrasted with her ebony skin, her new organ was half erect as she admired herself in the mirror in the back of the barracks locker she had been investigating. Oddly enough for a barracks, there hadn't been any weapons so far, but there were some locked cabinets, which Reed was doing his best to break open. Nia smirked as she turned and admired her brother's muscular frame. They hadn't found much of anything that fit him, though they'd replaced his torn pants with thematically appropriate bright green shorts. With a loud crack, the wooden cabinet's door gave way, spilling a sort of sparkly dust into the air. Reed sneezed and blinked his eyes. Aside from the dust there didn't seem to be much of anything inside that warranted being protected by a lock, just more blankets. Reed sighed; he'd hoped he'd have found something useful and made Nia happy. It was a bit difficult to think about things and it was just easier to let Nia do the thinking. He sneezed again, the dust that had settled onto his body making it feel a little warm. The orc turned and watched Nia for awhile, the dark elf occupied with her reflection in the mirror, her pink skirted rump extended as she bent downwards, leaning forward to apply passion pink lipstick to her dark lips. Such a perfect, sexy rump, and for that matter a perfect, sexy body, and Reed wasn't the only one to think so. He had noticed the odd tear in Nia's pants, the thick white puddle on the carpet, and the bulge in the front of her skirt that had appeared as she had gawked at her own beauty. Nia was turned on by her own body, and Reed was increasingly feeling aroused by it as well. His already clouded thoughts seemed to slip away further as he felt a tightening in his pants. With a smile he slipped them off, he was aroused, Nia was aroused, and it would be fun to give his sexy sister something to make her feel good, since he hadn't found anything useful. He walked across the barracks, slipping up behind his sister. He moved quickly, one hand slipping under her shirt, gripping a plentiful black breast, the other gripping that bulge in her skirt, stroking it in a manner honed to perfection by long nights of internet porn. "Reed! What the fuck?!" Nia shouted, trying to wriggle her way free of the overbearing orc pinning her to the locker. Reed only heard the word 'fuck,' and took it as a sign to keep going, he tugged down his sister's panties. "No! No! Stop it! This is wrong, you realize We're..." Nia protested, pausing to think. She looked back at her brother, then imagined herself. The two of them looked nothing alike. So was it really incest anymore? Nia moaned as Reed's thick orcish member forced its way between her legs. She had gotten herself pretty worked up by admiring her sexy body in what was admittedly a very slutty outfit, her cock had begun to throb and her pussy had begun to ache before Reed had clumsily thrust himself upon her. "This is wrong." Nia giggled, "So very, very wrong." The thought made her loins ache even more. She was a Drow, after all, doing wrong, immoral things was in her nature, after all. "No, oh no, you big gorgeous beast!" she giggled, opening her legs ever so slightly. Both siblings moaned as purple flesh disappeared into ebony depths. While not the first sexual act for either, it was the first with a partner that was not an inanimate object. Nia moaned loudly, grinning as she protested and gave token attempts at escape. Her brother felt so good inside her, nice and thick, and though his caress of her maleness and breasts was a bit crude and ham-handed, it also felt quite good. "You're pathetic!" Nia growled, "You think this gentle lay will please a woman?" The words filled Reed's mind, somehow he managed to comprehend their meaning. He bared his teeth and abandoned all restraint, pounding into his sister, growling as well. He bit into her neck with his fang, enough to bruise, perhaps, but not enough to break the skin. For her part, Nia could no longer shout protests or spur her brother on; she was lost in her deviant, dark elf lust, reveling in her ravishing. She pressed herself up against the bank of lockers with each thrust he made into her, shoving back each time he drew away, angered that he would dare try to deprive her of that wonderful, cunt-stretching thing that he had rammed into her without permission. She would not allow him to take it away until she was damned ready. With each thrust Nia slammed into the lockers, her body protesting at it, but her mind and spirit relishing it, her pain adding to her pleasure. Neither noticed the small bottle atop the lockers, it had been back against the wall, the seven foot height of the storage units too much to see over. With each thrust of the Orc's body, for he was using his entire weight to drive himself into Nia, the bottle crept forward an inch or so. Both siblings were too absorbed in their lusts for them to notice that Reed had begun to change. Where the dust had touched his body, his purple skin began to darken, becoming smooth and shiny, like an amethyst. His already thick nails darkened to black, beginning to grow forth from his fingertips, fingertips that began to shorten. The orc released his grip on Nia's neck, throwing his head back in a feral howl of pleasure, his formidable teeth beginning to grow and lengthen. Soft pops could be heard as his body began to contort itself into a new configuration. While his earlier change had merely been one of mass moving around, this one was far more than that. Nia's howl joined Reed's as she felt his cock seem to surge, to grow inside her. She felt something give way within her, pained pleasure, and her anger was enough to clear her mind for a moment, "Dammit, you could go deeper this whole time and you've been tormenting me with your half-assed effort?!" she snarled, before she was once more lost in an ocean of ecstasy. Reed's legs joined his torso in the symphony of cracks and pops. Toenails became huge, black, lethal claws that gleamed in the barracks' light. Portions of the leg grew shorter, while others lengthened, forcing Reed up on his toes. A forked tongue lolled from the side of his mouth, or more accurately his muzzle. The orc's face slowly pushed forward, red eyes gaining narrow slits, black horns curling back from his temples. The orc-dragon growled his pleasure, beginning to care more for his own pleasure. His hand parted ways from his sister's body, inciting a cascade of curses. But a second surge of girth, and a shift in shape to her brother's pounding, pulsing shaft quickly silenced them. As did the sudden impact of a fragile glass bottle atop her head. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" she howled, more out of surprise than pain. A thick, viscous goo dripped down her body. Though also black, the blackness of the fluid contained a bit of blue that made it gleam such a shade where it was struck by the light. The oily essence seemed to creep over her flesh, sinking into her pores with a cool chill. Reed paid the stuff no mind. He gripped Nia's shoulders with clumsy forepaws, his body more like a beast than a man. A scaled, snarling beast. He hissed softly as something slithered out from his rump, his thick, draconic tail smashing into the nightstand behind him, sending it spiraling across the room. As the slime seeped into her, Nia began to change as well. Since her oafish brother had lost interest, her hands replaced his at her breast and member, the latter of which seemed to surge in her hand, much as Reed's had done moments before. Thick, heavy, and deep blue-black, Nia quivered as her hand traveled over small bumps that grew in on the underside. Her vocalizations ceased as her hand popped over the six ridges at the base, three to a side. The growing, spade-shaped tip darkened the smooth wood of the lockers as it drooled thick precum onto them as it rubbed against the wood with each thrust. Clawed fingertips dug into the flesh of her black breast, thumb and forefinger tightly gripping the now deep blue nipple, sending spikes of icy pain and hot pleasure through the dark elf's body. She opened her mouth to send a hiss of pleasure through clenched, white fangs. With a near-deafening roar, Reed's climax arrived as did the final changes, his hair becoming a rough mane, a line of thick, black spikes pushing their way out of his skin along his spine and tail, his neck elongating into something befitting a dragon. Nia cried out as she was suddenly filled by what seemed like gallons of his scalding hot essence. But the pain vanished quickly, and her body seemed to gulp up every last drop, none of it spilling from her, even as Reed pulled away, his member making an audible pop as it parted ways from his sister's sex. Apparently satisfied, he turned away and hopped up onto one of the beds, curling up. Nia leaned against the lockers, panting. Her efforts at pleasuring herself ceasing. Azure claws dug grooves into the locker's door as pink boots shifted to make openings for cerulean talons. "You didn't..." Nia whispered, a chill running down her spine, beyond her spine, down into the length of ebon tail that emerged. "You didn't!" she repeated, louder, eyes blazing with fury as a pair of ribbed horns emerged from her temples, their sharp points framing Nia's vision, pointing her to the target of her wrath. "YOU DIDN'T JUST PULL OUT BEFORE I CAME, DID YOU?!" Nia snarled, wings erupting from her shoulders and fanning to their absolute widest, making her look large and terrifying. The feral Reed looked up at the noise, eyes wide. He tried to make it for the door, but Nia was on him with one flap of her wings. Though the dragon was far larger, he was hampered by the fact that he was neither enraged, nor that he was in possession of a fully loaded cock that had been coaxed to the point of climax, and then released before the big moment. The dragon found his tail gripped and tugged upward, a powerful punch to his back forcing his forequarters down onto the floor. Nia hissed with rage, driving her aching shaft into her brother's tailhole, "YOU... DON'T... CUM... UNTIL... I... TELL... YOU!" she growled, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. She sighed as a cool tickled spread over her skin, bringing shiny scales with it, transforming her truly into an obsidian beauty. The dark dragoness closed her eyes as she thrust deep into the dragon before her, her own dark shaft erupting and spilling her discomforting seed deep into the creature's body. "You belong to me!" she growled, hugging her brother's tail, "And you will learn to see to your mistress' pleasure before your own!" Reed whimpered and nodded his head, not wanting to displease the angry, forceful, dominating dragoness behind him. -o- "You see, my pet, dragons are creatures of powerful magic. It is only natural that creatures with such strong bodies, minds, and spirits can have many effects on lesser beings. It has been shown that a dragon's bloodline can be added to nearly any creature, so long as it can breed and draw breath." The tarnished gold dragon explained to his new plaything. Joey smiled at his master, his hands cradling his round, seed-filled belly. It had been delicious, heartbreakingly delicious. He knew that he was bound to the dragon against his will, but if he resisted, or tried to escape, he would be forever denied any more of the wonderful, plentiful sweetness that made his greedy tummy swell. The dragon had curled up on a pile of pillows and cushions in one corner, Joey cuddled against him beneath a soft, majestic wing. "So it should come as no surprise, no pun intended, that the sexual essence of a dragon, a substance released naturally with the intent of making new draconic life, may indeed create such a life while within the body of a different creature. Of course it takes training to do, and requires a great deal of magical effort. But it is well worth it, and there are so many fun ways to do so, and with so many differing results." The dragon yawned, curling away from Joey, "Such magics are what I use to defend my lair from robbers, invaders, and egocentric lesser creatures that seek to slay me for no reason other than their own pride. Feh." The lizardboy moaned softly as the dragon's warmth was taken away from him, though a different sort of warmth pulsed gently throughout his midsection. "Which is why I keep a goblet filled with a little concoction meant to tantalize the senses of taste and smell nearby when I eat my dinner in my humanoid shape; after chasing me away from my meal, most of those self-loving pricks sees nothing wrong with devouring my lovingly prepared supper. I think it only fitting that I inflict my most humiliating transformation upon a prospective murderer." The great beast chuckled, "You'll learn to enjoy it, truly enjoy it, in time, little one. All the other Jeyarr did. The changes to your body begin even now, making you an exceptionally fertile female, in part." Joey shuddered at that, though a shameful, distant ache filled his loins at the thought of it. "Made heavy and round with eggs, with equally heavy and round milk-filled breasts. Something I find rather attractive on a biped, actually. But a Jeyarr's role isn't merely to breed for her dragon, oh no. She is a pleasure toy, a plaything, a living dildo that can be passed around for other dragons to relieve their sexual frustrations upon." "I'm not going to pass you around or insist you spread your legs at a moment's notice for every one of my pets that passes by, but I will ask that you try and hone your technique, though pleasurable, it was a bit sloppy. You could easily keep me on the edge of climax all day, and you most certainly can refrain from climaxing on me at least until I've had my fun." Joey's green facial scales reddened with a blush. His master had made him lick every inch of the dragon' mighty member clean. He couldn't stop himself from doing it, though he had quite thoroughly enjoyed the flavor. "Now, if you would head off into what would be the gymnasium in your version of this building, you will find where I keep most of my horde. You can help yourself to a trinket or two if you like, but what I want you there for is to practice your technique on my new guards. I think after a few hours of drilling, they'll be quite worked up and in need of some release." The dragon purred. The dragon's words made the lizardboy quiver, and he felt himself standing up and darting away in the direction of the gym, now treasure hall, without the thought going to his brain for consideration. His blush deepened as he found himself hard once more, his body eager to please his master's guards. He wondered what they would be like, and as he opened the double doors, he got his answer. Perhaps eight feet in height, muscular, frames larger and wider than even the football team's linebackers; they stood in a line, moving swords and shields on cue, the mailed tops and plated skirts in familiar colors and patterns, but with far different material. "Okay team!" roared the largest of the guards, "Let's try it again!" The phalanx shouted their new, yet familiar battle cry, moving their weapons in tandem. "TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT, WHO DO WE EVISCERATE?!"

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Another day, another wall broken. It had started being a tradition as far as Starry could remember, which was odd considering she didn’t really make enough money to justify going through multiple buildings’ worth of brickwork every single month. Then again, how else was she supposed to live? One didn’t simply go around each day being so massive that buildings started to look small next to them without breaking a few eggs in the process… or a couple of skyscrapers, all things considered. At the very least her compression field was still strong enough that most of her house managed to withstand the onslaught of yet another early morning growth spurt, even if it was strained to the very limit trying to keep the vixen at something resembling a workable size; she wasn’t even fully aware of how that thing was supposed to work, given that the appliances and upholstery didn’t really grow to match and her eyes were constantly swimming around barely able to focus on anything, but it let her make a sandwich for herself, so it had to be working as intended… surely. With breakfast out of the way, Starry turned towards the sliding wall that made up one entire side of her home and clapped, the automated mechanisms that hadn’t been there until just that moment popping into existence and grinding into action to let the colossal vixen out and onto the streets, where no amount of compression would help her blend in. She vaguely recalled a past in which she tried though, where her work uniform was woven with all sorts of high-tech size management solutions that were designed to keep her at a size small enough to walk around without destroying something inadvertently, but ever since she broke the fifty foot mark, both Starry and her boss had given up trying to contain anything. Or at least that’s how she remembered it; the memories themselves were fuzzy and inconsistent, with her struggling to piece together the sequence of events that led to her becoming so utterly gigantic that every passer-by had to give her several dozen feet of space just to avoid getting stepped on. It was as if a thin curtain separated her from her own past, allowing Starry to glimpse at the barest shape of it, but be unable to make out the fine details. No matter; she was out and about and ready to go to work, and that was the only important thing in her mind. Yes, it did require a bit of lifting to keep her breasts out of the way of everything around her, so much so that she ended up giving her back one hell of a workout from how much it was bent; it was necessary in order for the vixen to lift those milk-stuffed orbs up high enough that they wouldn’t strain the machinery placed on the buildings on either side of the road. She was too big to compress, towering over every structure around her and making short work of any vehicle that, for whatever reason, had been left parked out in the street itself, but the buildings could still be equipped with whatever spatial distortion technology their owners could scrounge up. It was a kind of active defense against her, casting a field around the structure in general that warped whatever part of Starry got too close for comfort, giving her some breathing room when it came to moving about; not a lot, but some, which was more than enough to handle the slight issue that was her butt. That thing was about as pillowy as her tits were colossal, and unlike her milk factories, the vixen couldn’t really lift her ass out of the way of the city. The distortion generators thus served as a wonderful means of keeping her from wrecking everything that she walked past, even if they cost a small fortune to install and made short work of the property value thanks to how ungodly ugly they were. Then again, she was there to raise it right back up, because while having your home covered with industrial machinery might be a dealbreaker for some, knowing that they could wake up to the sight of Starry every morning was something that most people would practically kill for. Was it any surprise, then, that so many of those apartments around her were owned by very wealthy individuals who had all flocked to live next to hers, in the vain hope of some day being granted a little titbit of attention by the giantess? Starry certainly didn’t care too much for that, but what was she going to do, move out? She barely paid any rent as it was, plus her home was close enough to the café that she didn’t put too much of a strain on reality on the way there. A little bit of ogling was a good enough price to pay. Once arriving at her workplace, Starry was delighted to see that most of the chairs had already been left in place by the night shift; usually it fell to the folks opening the establishment to prepare the outdoor area for the influx of customers coming to see the vixen, so it was always nice to show up to a surprise like that. Ever since the operation was expanded to encompass a large area behind the building itself, where Starry was meant to sit down and serve as both the main attraction and principal source of nourishment, the amount of money that rolled in was frankly absurd, enough that her boss was thinking of opening several new locations by the end of that fiscal year. At no point did the vixen or anyone around her really question why the café suddenly had an outdoor area somewhere that had been a parking lot just the day prior, nor did they spend any time wondering how come Health and Safety ok’d the use of actual, “from the tap” milk as a sellable product, but then again, why should they? It made perfect sense, because it had always made perfect sense, ever since the café was expanded… however long ago it happened to be. Thus, it was with a smile that Starry squeezed herself between her workplace and the building right next to it, straining the distortion fields to their absolute maximum before emerging from the other side, her coworkers waving up at her and pointing to the large pillow pile that had been prepared for her shift. The vixen would’ve preferred it if it had been a single, large seat, but she had to admit that no one in their right minds would ever make something like that… yet. As soon as she saved up enough money, she was one-hundred-percent going to custom-order a pillow for those two pillows of hers, and probably another one for the blimps she had attached to her chest. Sure, her ass was already soft enough that it served as its own sofa, but sometimes, one wanted for something a bit more luxurious than just dropping one’s tush on the cold floor, or a pile of pillows as the case may be. Nevertheless, that was her job now (apparently), and with opening hours arriving quickly, Starry took up position and got ready to serve. Quite literally, as well. Long gone were the days where she was embarrassed by the fact that so many people showed up exclusively to gawk at her and her more… intimate attributes, but months (years?) of working day in and day out at that café had given her a newfound appreciation for her own beauty. It was still occasionally weird whenever she truly stopped to think that thousands lined up every day in order to be the first in line to taste of her sweet nectar, but it was easy enough to just roll with and accept it as part of her everyday life. Besides, at her size, what was she going to do, squeeze into the establishment itself and try to serve drinks? Why, a single nipple of hers could probably give the café a run for its money, and her boss wasn’t about to install the colossally expensive compression equipment required to keep her in there without destroying the whole place, not after the last time when Starry almost broke free from the entire building thanks to… something, it was hard to recall. Focusing on the past was proving to be a significantly harder task than usual that day, but that was fine; not like she was being paid to reminisce anyway. Once she made herself comfortable, it was only a matter of time before the vixen’s coworkers had everything ready to start the day, which of course meant placing the dividers and tourniquets in place to control the flow of customers walking straight through the café’s main dining room and directly towards the back area without stopping at the counter. It was impossible to ask them to do otherwise; with Starry being perfectly visible from the main road even while sitting down, the staff might as well beg their customers to stop breathing, it was that absurd. What they could do was limit the number of people who could access the exclusive zone at any one given time, while spinning it as a necessity for Starry’s sake, given that she needed to “recharge” in between “servings”. This was completely untrue, as the vixen had more than enough milk and production thereof inside of herself to take care of the whole city and have enough left over to do it again a couple of extra times, but it served its purpose; very few people would listen to some random barista telling them they couldn’t go and meet the gorgeous giantess of their dreams, but make it about the giantess instead and suddenly everyone bent over backwards trying to accommodate them. Starry herself didn’t mind; as long as it got the job done and helped make her friends’ day a bit easier, she wouldn’t really object to a little white lie like that. Nonetheless, the line of customers outside, which hadn’t even been there when the giantess showed up, had reached a good mile in length, as it always did and as it always had, with the more impatient of the lot wondering if they should just leave and try again at a later date given how many people were waiting ahead of them. This was, of course, nothing but idle speculation; even the most rushed of individuals knew very well that giving up and going home was what everyone else wanted so they could take their spot in the queue, and everyone was far too smart for that… which of course played wonderfully into the café’s business model, which by that point relied mostly on selling stuff to people waiting in line than it did to anyone sitting down inside the establishment itself. It had gotten so bad that they had to open a secondary entrance for “sit-in customers” in order to try and drum up more interest in something other than the vixen out back, but to no avail; that entrance was nearly always closed and left unused, with very few of the chairs within the café proper ever being pulled back those days. After all, if one’s spot in the queue was already so close to the end, why would they bother sitting down and risking someone fighting with them over their “open” position in line? Starry herself didn’t mind too much; as noted previously, and as she was very well aware, her breasts were so full and stuffed on a regular basis that she could flood the whole damned city if she wasn’t careful with how much she allowed out. It wasn’t made any better by her self-denial either; it was easy enough to skip the worst bits right after waking up, given that her head was still trying to boot back up, but right about the time that her shift was about to start was when her neurons began to fire in just the right sequence for her to become acutely aware of just how horny she was. Going for so long without any kind of stimulation just wasn’t natural for her, and the thought of having to endure eight straight hours of similarly-aroused tiny ones all trying to clamber onto her while she plucked them from her form and gently reminded them that their place was on the ground was… well, suffice it to say that the vixen was wondering whether she really needed to get her would-be suitors away from her, or if she could get away with letting the customers get a more intimate touch in before she had to remind them of the few, small barriers that yet existed between them. But… sadly no. As much as that idea enticed her, it went against what her doctor had requested of her, and very much risked putting the entire process in jeopardy if she weren’t careful with it. She was told no sexual stimulation and that meant no sexual stimulation, even if she was left shuddering, quaking and positively gushing from the growing, gnawing void in both her heart and nethers. It was enough to get her breasts to produce extra hard, however that was supposed to work, her arousal spiking her productivity to the point where her teats were already beginning to swell when usually that took at least an hour of constant “servings” before it started happening. The drains placed all around her were going to have a good workout with how things were going; not just milk, but other, more intimate fluids as well as the poor vixen had to constantly remind herself not to think the sort of thoughts that would inevitably lead to an explosion of cream so powerful that every building in front of her would be reduced to rubble. Perhaps it was for the best that she couldn’t reach the far end of her breasts (or even the halfway point, for that matter), because once the first customer rolled in and uttered a few choice words at her, Starry knew for a fact that she couldn’t be trusted with her own body. What was she to do with her hands? She couldn’t dig them into her tits, that would cause them to bloat and her body to react by secreting all those wonderfully-feeling hormones she couldn’t abuse for a week; she couldn’t place them on her butt either, because that would just end up causing the same reaction. Where else was she to put them, given that the ground was out of reach each time she sat down on those plump pillows of her and the synthetic ones beneath them? Usually she could get away with just stuffing her hands directly into her soft breastflesh, but with her new limitations, Starry was left sweating as she struggled to come up with something, anything she could do with those grabby little fingers that didn’t involve pleasuring herself in some way or another. The solution she found was anything but elegant as well; with nowhere else to go, the only thing left to do was to just hold her hands out to the side and hope to whatever god she prayed to that she didn’t rip entire chunks out of the buildings around her. Every single structure built around the repurposed parking lot had been outfitted with the proper distortion machinery, but that meant very little when the vixen herself was pressing her fingers onto them with such a tight grip that the concrete had begun to crack mere seconds into her shift starting, and she had hours left before being allowed to go back home. It was times like those that Starry wished she’d taken those meditation classes all those years ago when given the opportunity, learned how to induce a trance of sorts so that her perception of time could be modified at will or whatever it was one learned under the tutelage of some random health guru with questionable accreditation; stuck there as she was, she couldn’t help but feel helpless, despite the fact that she could very much just get up and walk away. She had obligations towards her boss, towards her workplace, towards her beloved customers, ones she couldn’t just ignore whenever it became convenient; as their goddess, she of course had to provide for them whenever they needed; Starry just had to figure out why exactly she believed herself to be a goddess in the first place. Or would, if reality hadn’t immediately readjusted after that slightly too ambitious of a change nearly broke the flow of alterations that had been wreaking havoc on the vixen’s life for the past couple of days. The poor thing was so overwhelmed by the lack of gratification that her unique condition, the other one, had slipped from her mind completely; granted, it was easy enough to forget about it after a while, given she was used to keeping it suppressed for most of her time and managed to get around it via a complicated series of daily routines… ones that had conspicuously stopped being followed right after her doctor told her to stop fucking so much. Without these extra layers of protection keeping her from herself, or rather, the other versions of herself constantly trying to impose themselves upon her reality, it was nothing if not predictable that some cross-dimensional contamination would begin to happen. With so many Starries out there in the vast reaches of existence and meta-reality, a few had to eventually start poking through the veil the moment that it was made thinner or more fragile, and with our Starry being as vulnerable as she was in her deprived, self-denied state, it was only really a matter of time before the first few instances of multiversal power began to seep into her body… a couple of days prior, when her ascension towards the heavens had actually truly begun. Since then, her fate had been sealed. There was nothing the vixen could do that would ever stop her other selves from pouring their infinite amounts of energy into her in their mad rush to create yet another perfect Starry, yet another universe-filling goddess that would eventually come to help with the eternal recurrence that some far-off, distant Prime Starry had kickstarted eons prior. Nothing was there to halt or slow them down, giving them all the time in the world to trickle in as much of their unfathomable might into this new version of themselves, until she had become a fifty-foot giantess with tits and an ass so large that reality had to start mangling itself just to try and justify her very existence. And yet, amidst all of this, Starry was utterly and blissfully unaware of anything wrong with her (or right with her, as the case may be); as far as she could remember, which granted wasn’t that much given the amount of reality alteration going on, she’d always been big and getting bigger, with her current state being the natural end result of a body that was made to ascend to utter perfection. Everything that happened until then was just her trying to make the world a slightly better place before inevitably being forced to take it over as its resident deity. That this didn’t really mesh well with what her doctors told her, nor with the fact that the hormone counter was still there and still keeping track of what her body was doing, didn’t really occur to Starry. The concept of godlike ascension co-existed with the understanding that she was supposed to go talk with her endocrinologist at the end of the week to solve her growth problem, and somehow the two ideas didn’t cancel one another out; in fact, the latter served as the very last anchor that she still had to a reality that she’d left behind a long time ago, a reality that had never existed and never could exist again. It was doubtful that the doctor’s office even existed anymore; given everything else that happened, it was quite likely her ascension process had gotten rid of that little loose end, but still Starry insisted on holding onto that belief, on truly and earnestly believing that she only had to go for a full week without pleasuring herself before her “growth woes” were solved… at the same time as she considered her plans for after she became the planet’s goddess, and whether or not her growth would halt there or keep her going forever. It made no sense, but that was fine, because neither did she. A consequence of this extra titbit of information being added onto the pile was what happened to her milk as well. Now that the concept of godhood had been sneakily implanted into her brain by, one presumes, reality itself, the rest of her had to follow suit, lest she end up disappointing her tiny little worshippers. As such, what had once been a highly nutritious and extremely caloric drink all by itself began to take on different properties; she was still an attraction, and people still flocked from all over the country and even world at large in order to get a taste of what she could give them, but now, rather than simply being so impossibly delicious as to be irresistible, it improved those who drank it as well. There was no time for escalation either; it wasn’t as if it started off small before going big, it had to start at big and then just get more ludicrous over time, until even a single droplet was enough to leave anyone who drank it completely unrecognizable. In the immediate present, however, it had “merely” become enough to cause extreme growth spurts in anyone who so much as had an exploratory taste of it, extreme to the point where a single shot glass was often enough to leave Starry’s customers immobilized by their own size, and an extra-large portion was sufficient to get those who drank it to take several steps on their journey to becoming a giant themselves! Not that anyone would become even remotely as large as Starry, of course, but that didn’t preclude them sharing in her proportions on a smaller scale, on occasion even going so far as to surpassing her entirely; while the vixen kept her “simple” looks with merely a gigantic ass and an equally titanic pair of tits, a few of the tiny ones around her began to warp and shift into wildly variable forms while gorging themselves on her milk, becoming ever more exotic, for lack of a better word, the more they consumed. The worst ones were the few who absolutely refused to leave even when the staff asked them to, though mostly because by that point they were too far gone to really go anywhere at all; some developed multiple pairs of breasts, several more cocks and even balls, all of which were so full and productive that even a minute or two without being in full flow ensured that their torso was completely enveloped on all sides. A select minority became half-equine, tauric in fact as their spines elongated and their body thickened until it turned into a brand new, quadrupedal lower half. Breasts were made to be bigger than bodies, nuts inflated until their owners were sitting atop them, cocks engorged until even Starry was starting to feel like she should go for some of them, until everything around her seemed to conspire to make her ignore doctor’s orders and just indulge. How exactly she managed to survive every day when this is what she had to deal with was a mystery with no answer, though thankfully the vixen wasn’t very well aware of that last part; it served as motivation really, to “know” that this was “normal” and happened every day, yet she still managed to get through it and go home by the end of it… even if she had absolutely no clue how to do it without pleasuring herself to relieve all of that sexual tension in some way. It felt downright sadistic to be placed in such a situation without any way to take all that pent-up frustration and direct it somewhere more useful; she was just supposed to sit there, let her tits lactate freely without massaging or stimulating them, all while her hands dug deeper grooves in the apartment blocks around her and the crowd gathered around her immense body became more immense itself. It was nothing if not maddening, and the poor vixen was left wondering if the universe was trying to play some kind of practical joke on her; so much so that, on multiple occasions, she had to catch herself before one of her hands unconsciously began moving towards her nethers, holding her muscle memory back from doing something she’d regret immediately afterwards. It wasn’t made any easier by how bold some of her customers were getting, especially those who hadn’t yet partaken of the lactic bounty and were desperate for a richer, creamier taste of it. Rumor had it that the closest one was to the “source”, as it were, the more powerful the rich nectar became; it was complete nonsense of course, the sort of idiotic tall tale that circulated among those who really didn’t know better, but did it really matter if people believed in it wholeheartedly? Starry herself certainly didn’t think so, considering that every day she had to deal with the braver souls trying to climb onto her in an attempt at making the perilous journey towards the free-flowing teats providing the crowds below with their delicious, nutritious mannah. There were dozens of those on a bad day, hundreds on a good one, and while usually Starry was happy to pluck them from herself with a smile on her face… things weren’t so simple now that she was interminably horny all the time. Why should she remove them from her body? They were providing worship, in their own unique and slightly less than adequate way, giving her exactly what she wanted while asking for nothing more in return other than her own continued presence. They were reinforcing her belief in her own divinity, paying tribute to a fertility goddess in the only way that they really could, making it well-known that she was nothing less than perfect and deserving of every last ounce of their strength. And, beyond all that, they were very energetic too; the amount of squeezing and squishing that went on during their frantic attempts at climbing the mountainous curves of their godlike vixen, together with how much their own proportions rubbed up against Starry’s, all conspired to leave her nerve endings shouting as loudly as they could for the giantess to give up and give in, and just appreciate what her supplicants were doing to her. It felt like dozens of hands all working to knead and grope her, stimulating her in ways that she hadn’t even thought possible before; Starry’s eyes were left half-lidded, her breathing labored and her arms limp by her side, no longer having to worry about where her hands were when she could barely even feel them anymore. All that mattered was those tiny souls climbing up her body, at once reaffirming how enormous she was while providing her with raw pleasure on a scale unimaginable to even those brave little things trying their luck at reaching their goal. It was a haze of lust so thick that Starry didn’t notice that one of the climbers had actually managed to reach the top of her left mound’s curvature, and decided the best course of action from there would be to throw themselves off of it and slide down until they reached the nipple below, hoping to grab it before falling onto the ground a good hundred or so feet down. It would’ve been bad enough if they were regular-sized, but this was a transformed taur, and one whose undercarriage was stacked with at least twenty or so rows of milky udders that made it extremely confusing as to how they even managed to climb anything at all, especially with those five cocks or so constantly pumping into their many cleavages. What this meant in practice, though, was that once that lucky bastard hit the sweet spot, once their descent was halted as they slammed straight into Starry’s nipple and caused their full weight to trigger a storm of serotonin to crash into and throughout the vixen’s whole body… well, the vixen suddenly had a very big problem on her hands, because she really, really felt like cumming. She felt like letting loose, giving up on the doctor’s instructions and allowing her body to experience climax purely from that half-second nipple play, to let it burgeon outwards and explode with renewed size, to unleash her godlike power and not just cover the city completely with herself, but become so utterly massive that the very nipple that caused it would be able to overshadow the entire country, a single drop of her milk enough to flood entire oceans. She really, really wanted to do that. But she couldn’t. Not so soon at, least. The poor vixen was left panting and gasping for breath, unable to think properly as her chest heaved upwards and downwards, her mind focused like a laser beam on not climaxing, fighting back against the flood of neuroreceptors telling her that yes, that was exactly what she should be doing, she should be giving up and orgasming for the first time in three days, something that should never have happened in the first place. But she was stronger. She was Starry, goddess of fertility, and it wouldn’t be a random little thing landing on her nipple that made her lose her mind. Besides, she still had her whole shift ahead of her, and the rest of the week to hold out for. Better to wait. Better to endure. It would make the pay-off so much sweeter in the end...

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Title: Dr. York and Nicki Pt. 02 Tags: cumshot, interracial, office, professor There she stood. How he would remember her forever. Frozen in this moment. Beautiful. Naked. Except her sneakers. Tanned. Smooth. Exquisite. Lean but shapely. Her perfect round tits hung as if defying gravity. Her shapely legs revealed her constant yoga regimen. Her toned arms flexed. Revealing a strength he had not expected but now cherished. Her hair in two loose braids. Standing solidly like a newly carved marble statue. Gazing at him. She looked at him the way he felt inside every time he saw her. Ready to pounce and devour him whole. Smiling confidently. The past hour had been more than Dr. York could have ever fantasized about. Just an hour ago Nicole had come into his office and York dared her to reveal what he thought was just a simple crush. The look on her face now was evidence that this young woman had more on her mind than a crush. She looked at him lustily. Still breathing heavily from the orgasm he had just generated in her body. He had explored her deepest crevices with his mouth alone. Touched her in ways no one had ever touched her before. Gave her knowledge of his deep desire for her. Knowledge she now held in the sway of her hips. The very way she stood told him he was hers now. She had all of the power. And York reveled in it. He had spent his years in higher education taking care of students. In this moment he knew what had made Nicole so special. He knew in his gut that she would take care of him. Make sure he was alright. Hold him. Make him feel good. He would never want again. And there she stood. His panther. Just seconds ago she declared he would empty his seed into her cunt. His black beautiful cock she had said. He hoped to not disappoint her. Now or ever. She stepped towards him but as she did she reached up into her dark brown hair and undid her braids. Shook her head vigorously and let her natural curls drape over her face and neck. She was most definitely a panther now. And he her prey. She raised her right leg and placed her foot in the chair on the outside of his thigh. She did the same with her left. York undid his pants and released his bulging cock free of its restraint. His 9 inch dick sprang to attention. She squatted in the air above him and leaned in to give him the deepest passionate kiss he'd ever experienced. Her mouth was warm. Inviting. Her tongue pressed into his open mouth. Just like his had done to her pussy not that long ago. She held his head as she continued to kiss him. The thoughts running through her head. So much at once. All of her dreams were coming into reality in this moment. All those nights masturbating to his photo. Sitting in his classes lost in thought not knowing what he was lecturing about as she fantasized about this very moment. Once her roommate had caught her mid orgasm yelling out his name. She thought she was alone. But as she lay there in bed with her laptop propped up on a pillow staring at his picture she saw her roommate Daphne staring from her open door. It was too late to stop the rush of heat from deep in her loins. Nor did she care. As the waves of ecstasy rolled through her she called out to York but with her eyes now on Daphne. Daphne waited for her to finish then crawled into her bed next to her. Held her gently and said "please send me the link to that photo". Kissed her on her sweaty forehead and walked out. With that she got up. When Nicole got her bearings she sent her the link via text. Later that evening Nicole heard Daphne calling out for Dr. York as well. Eventually everyone had the photo and almost every evening the young coeds of the apartment would hear at least one other girl calling out for Dr. York. They never talked about it openly. It just became a routine of the House. She wondered how Dr. York would react if he knew female students on campus were nightly masturbating to his photo. She knew he could have anyone woman on this campus. But here she was with him. He belonged to her and she'd never share. Well maybe with Daphne. But she could tell by the look on his face he would do anything she asked of him. She probably always knew. He didn't spend hours talking to any other student. He was never always available to other students. He could have kicked her out at anytime. He made students wait when she was in his office. He never seemed rushed with her. She would return the favor. She would be his. Fully. Completely. Openly. And it would start with this fuck. She would fuck him into heaven if she had to. She would make his cock explode like he had just made her cunt reach new heights of pleasure. She pulled her mouth from him and raised a little higher and leaned forward so her tits were now in his face. York couldn't believe how long she stood above him in the squat position. Now her tits were in his face. He eagerly took one in his mouth. His left hand reached for the other. Hungrily he sucked and slobbered all over her right breast. His right hand reached around to grab her ass. He searched for the crack and her butthole once again but she kept it just out of his reach. She giggled at him knowing she was keeping him at bay. She pulled away and looked into his upturned face. "I'm going to fuck you now. Me. Your Nicole. I want you to feel the joy you just gave me. I'm going to swallow that thick beautiful brown cock of yours with my pussy." The words came from her like a cat purring in pleasure. And with that she grabbed his rock hard cock with her hand and guided it to her waiting hole. She held it at the base. He was larger than she imagined. Not pornstar large but definitely substantial. She knew he would fill her completely. She couldn't believe she was grasping his cock. It was hot and throbbing. She could feel it getting harder under her grasp. Rubbing her natural lubricant on the tip of his cock she began. And then without warning sunk her hips down suddenly and enveloped his whole cock in one motion. They both gasped audibly into each other's face. Never having left each other's gaze. He couldn't believe how warm and soft her insides were. His cock was wrapped in the most perfect way as if it had been specially created just for this pussy alone. She was tight but not uncomfortabley tight. Just complete perfection. Her hair draped down from her face and rested on his. He reached up to brush it away. He needed to look deep into his panther's eyes as she fucked him. Up and down she went. Deliberately. Slowly. Each time up she almost came completely off his cock but didn't and then she would sink back down again until he could feel her hip bones grinding in his lap. He just wanted this to last. Each time she came down she would kiss him. When she would raise up she would look deep into his eyes. No words were necessary between them. Many words had passed between them over the last year. Those words were only a way to get to this moment. They used to fill the space between them. Kept their bodies at bay. Now there was no need for them. He knew that as much as he belonged to her she belonged to him. "mmmm. Yessss. Mmmm. Unh. Shiiit. Yes. Deeep." She said as she picked up her pace. "Do You like me like this?" "Oh goddddd yesssss!" He grunted. York was trying his best to not cum instantly. "You are perfect. Please don't st..." His words were cut short as Nicole suddenly began to buck her hips in wild abandonment. He had called her perfect. Her! She was determined to live up to his expectations. She was his forever and she was going to make sure he was never unsatisfied. Never. Nicole ground her hips and went up and down his cock furiously. He lost all words. Her pace was unbelievable. He wasn't sure what suddenly got into her but he was not about to stop it. He reached one hand around to grab onto her ass and with his other he reached down in between them and found her clit. Between her own motion and his hand on her clit she lost all sense of civility. "Oh god.! You are my black god!" She growled into his ear. "Fuuuuck me! Fuck! Me! I'm yours! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeeee! Fill my cunt with your black seed. Give it all to meeeee! I will fuck you forever! Anywhere. Anytime. Fuuuuck!! Ungh! Aieeee!! Unghh! I'm going to cuuummmm!!" And with that York grabbed her hips and pistoned upwards into her as hard and as fast as he could. Her cunt was squeezing the hell out of his cock. He wasn't going to last much longer. The sensation in the space between his balls and his anus grew and grew. He could feel it building from deep in his thighs. He could tell Nicole was reaching the peak of her climax. Never losing eye contact with him she could tell he was close. She wanted more than anything else for him to cum with her. "Cum for me cum for me cum for me cum for." It became a chant. One word indistinguishable from the next. "Cumformecumformecumformecumformeeeeee!" And he did. York unleashed a flood of cum like he had never done before. The sensation was overwhelming. His cock throbbing in unison with her pulsating cunt. Their waves of passion matched each other. No longer were they two people climaxing. But just one body in full orgasm. They held each other for what seemed like an hour. Maybe it was. Then all of the strength Nicole had displayed. Offered to him. Was gone. Her legs slipped down the side of the chair. Her head dropped onto his chest. He was still wearing his work shirt and bow tie. She hadn't even remembered him unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to his ankles. He had seen her completely naked and she hadn't seen anything of his body. She felt it though. York wasn't big but he was fit. He clearly exercised regularly. She knew he had been an athlete in college and still liked to train now. She could feel his muscles through his sweat soaked shirt. She loved that his bow tie was still on. He often wore slim fitting pants. Just tight enough to let you know he had a firm ass and strength in his legs. Next time she promised herself he would be the naked one face down on his desk. and her face would be buried in his ass. Sucking on his butthole. Stroking his cock and milking him. She just lay there now though. All energy spent. She was as emotionally drained as she was physically. Here arms wrapped around his neck. "So I'm perfect?" She asked breathlessly. Raising her head slightly to look into his eyes longingly to make sure she hadn't imagined he had said it earlier. "No one has been more perfect. And no one will ever be." And with that she kissed him deeply with the last ounce of strength she had and then slipped back down to rest her head on his chest. His arms now wrapped around her. Protecting her. And he would. Always. This were her last thoughts as she drifted into sleep. York's last thoughts before drifting off was that Nicole was a only a junior. They had one more year together and what a year it would be.

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Title: Good To Be King by Bevan Tags: Anal, Cheetah, Lion, M/M, Swimsuit This is something a bit shorter than the last story, about a pair of young cats that hook up and end up screwing in the bathroom of a cruise ship. It took me a day to write and edit, so I spent much less time on it than the last one ( All About The View ) that I finished yesterday. Hopefully I didn't miss anything in editing. The story contains gay furry ass sex, so don't look if it's against the laws of your country or state or whatever. Characters, concept, etc, mine. A family outing, that was how mom and dad had pitched the idea of the cruise to Ryan. A bit of family time together, mother, father, sister and brothers off for one last vacation before he was sent off to college. They'd do activities together, like riding jet skis off the coasts of Caribbean islands, dancing and all those sort of fun things you see in the commercials. He didn't want to go, because he knew exactly what was going to happen before he set one paw on that ship. The entire family would splinter and fragment, scattered to the far ends of the ship all on their own and he'd be left standing there with his dick in his hand, like always. But it would be different, they promised. They'd all have fun together, and then Ryan would be off to college with fond memories to remember them all by. His younger brother wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea either, but there was only so much of a fight he could put up against the people that were still feeding and clothing him despite how rebellious he liked to seem. Sis liked the idea of being able to access spas and sun herself on the deck of the ship all day, and was positively thrilled that scuba diving was on the ship's activity list. He couldn't tell if it was mom or dad's idea, but they both seemed rather enthusiastic. Ryan just went along with it for the sake of not rocking the boat. It was only a few weeks, he'd have his own cabin and if worse came to worse he could always try swimming home. Maybe it would be different, maybe things wouldn't be the same like they'd been on every other vacation before. Maybe... It was false hope, a lie and he knew it even as he kept telling it to himself over and over again. The most time the family had spent together was on the flight down to Florida and in the endless queues that filled every airport that had ever been erected. Then they all went off to their separate cabins, one for each brother, one for sis, and one for mom and dad to share. That was a day ago, and he hadn't seen or heard from then since. Mom and dad were probably spending most of their time on the sun deck, while sis... She was probably in the water, or at least in the pool, trying out the new bikini she'd bought just for the trip. It wouldn't be long before she was off to college too, maybe in another year when she turned eighteen and finished school. His younger brother... He was in his emo-phase. His mane was dyed black and his clothes often followed suit, typically baggy black fatigues with a matching t-shirt. His parents had tried to get him to take along some 'normal' clothes, but their efforts were in vain. That probably meant his brother was holed up in his cabin, hiding away from the hot sun that would probably set him ablaze as soon as he stepped outside in his goth gear. Ryan smirked at the idea, rolling over on his stomach to glance at the clock set on the nightstand beside his king sized bed. There was at least a week and a half left to the cruise, and the only thing he'd been doing since he'd stepped aboard was screwing around on his laptop. Alas, the touch pad was not made for video games and few really suited it. He'd worked his way through the halls of Mars, Deimos, and Phobos with a shotgun all over again the first day he was in his cabin. He didn't have much else left to play, unless he started cycling through the mods and that seemed rather unappetizing after the five hours spent demon blasting the day before. He fumbled on the nightstand, reaching for a brochure that had been left there by the ship's staff before he arrived. There had to be something somewhere in the book that he could do. He started to flip through it with a vaguely disinterested gaze, not expecting to find a single thing worth his while. The only thing that caught his eye was a single red word that boldly topped one page of the booklet. 'Wifi'. It seemed the ship was wired with it's own wireless internet, and there was a ship wide range of websites with info and even some chat rooms. What the hell, he thought, turning over on his side as he pulled his laptop off the nightstand and onto the bed. The little PC was humming to life in no time, and with a little consultation from the booklet he was hooked into the ship's Wifi. The pages sprung up like weeds, advertising various events that he didn't really care for. He was only interested in the chat rooms, inane, endless babble that he could lose himself in. It didn't take long to find himself in one of the chat rooms, one marked 'teens' with some forty or so people in it. He chose the handle 'Leo' and started typing, occasionally replying but mostly just watching the text flow across his screen. 'Anyone here gay?' That was the set of words that caught his eyes, lined up neatly next to the name P Kitty. The usual responses were to be expected, a few 'lol faggot's sprinkled in with a handful of others cracking jokes. Ryan lost interest in them, and instead of trying to hold a conversation in that mess he private messaged P Kitty and struck up a conversation with him. The two talked back and fourth about the usual sort of things, about hobbies and their home towns, about their taste in music... It was around twenty minutes before the conversation shifted and the two started talking about men. P Kitty liked felines and he liked them bigger than he was, muscular and powerful but around his own age. Leo divulged that he was more the pretty boy type, a slim and slender guy was what he was after, and he also had a preference for felines. 'So, Leo... You a lion by any chance?' P Kitty typed out. 'You found out my secret. Guess the cat's out of the bag. What about you? What are you?' Ryan responded, idly scratching at his bright red mane. 'I'm a guy who's talking to you on a computer. Does it matter?' P Kitty's response caused Ryan to smirk, his fingers trailing up for a moment to toy with a small pride pendant hanging around his neck. Should he, or shouldn't he... 'Guess I could talk to you off the computer, unless you'd rather just keep tapping keys all day. You know... Instead of tapping some ass.' It was what it was, a simple, blunt line to show the other boy that he was interested in a little casual fun. Why not? He had nothing better to do, and he had a whole cabin all to himself. It wasn't like his parents could walk in on him. 'Depends on how good you look. Want to meet up on the sun deck on the west side, near the bathrooms?' The reply wasn't immediate, and for a moment Ryan thought he'd been a little too crass and scared the other guy off. 'I'll be wearing my blue bathing suit, why don't you tell me how good I look when you see me in twenty minutes? How will I know if it's you or not?' Ryan replied with an ear to ear grin, a few, lusty thoughts passing through his mind as he thought of various species the guy could be and what he'd want to do to him. 'Don't worry, you'll know. You just be there.' P Kitty replied, just before he terminated the window. Finally, Ryan thought to himself as he climbed out of bed with a sense of anticipation, licking at his lips with a purr. Just what he needed, a good excuse to get out of bed. --- It was hot out in the midday sun, but at least the cool wind coming off the ocean mitigated the heat somewhat. Ryan was leaning against the wall, lingering beneath a restroom sign that pointed off down a hallway to his left. There weren't any chairs near the restroom, but at least that meant he had twenty feet on either side of him that wasn't filled with furs sunning themselves. The lion huffed and ran a hand through his red mane, then glanced down over his body to look at the navy blue speedo that was was positively clinging to his body. Not only did it display the ridges of his pecs and his washboard abs, but the thin, stretched material showed off his ass and the large piece of meat tucked away in front. It was his favorite piece of swim wear for just that reason, especially when he got to feeling adventurous after swimming at the Y and tried to pick up guys. His mind turned to the person he was waiting for, and he was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to show. Where was he? Was he being set up for a prank by some dumbass? "Leo?" Called a quiet voice to his right, causing him to turn his eyes from the distant horizon. His eyes came upon the lanky frame of a cheetah that might have been a little younger than he was, but not by much. He had the characteristic runner's build that many cheetahs shared, and two black tear marks that ran from his green eyes down his angular, pretty face. His hair was black, and rather short, but long enough to sway in the wind whenever it gusted over the deck's railing. He was wearing a smile, and as Ryan's eyes trailed down across his body he saw he wasn't wearing much else. Nothing but a pink speedo that was just as racy as the lion's, putting his well developed ass and long legs on display. The cheetah was looking him over too, his eyes wandering over the lion's muscular build, only looking back up to Ryan's brown eyes when he'd had his fill. "You're hotter than I thought you'd be, Leo. Last guy I met here was a puma with long hair and a dye job trying to pass for a lion." "Imitations just ain't a match for the real thing, huh?" Ryan asked with a smirk. Ryan took a few short steps forward, empathizing the height difference between the two of them. He stood at nearly six feet tall, while the cheetah was only a scant five foot five. The cheetah reached up to grab him by his pride necklace, pulling on it as he took the last step forward and pressed the front of his lithe body against the beefy frame of the lion, looking him dead in the eyes the entire time. "No, they aren't." He murmured, his hand dipping discretely between them to grab a handful of the lion's package through his speedo. Ryan purred under his breath as the cheetah's palm brushed across his balls and sheath, his fingers feeling along the outline of his prick and beneath his balls. The lion reached down and grabbed the cheetah's ass in turn, giving the shapely flesh a good hard squeeze while pulling him closer. It was the cheetah's turn to purr, and with their vibrating bodies pressed up against one another it didn't take long at all before they were both damn hard. "You're a dom, aren't you?" "What do you think?" Ryan asked in turn with a cocky grin, his fingers squeezing at the the male's ass a bit more firmly that before. The spotty cat's tail looped once around his wrist, the black tip flicking back and fourth in the air behind him. "Wanna fuck me?" It couldn't be much more forward than that. If Ryan's grin could get any wider, it sure as hell would have rivaled the Cheshire cat when the whispered question reached his ear. "You bet your ass. I have my own cabin, if you want to head back and- " Over the cheetah's shoulder Ryan saw them coming, clad in sunglasses, visors, and large, billowy, brightly colored cruise wear. His parents were coming towards them but they hadn't seen them just yet. The cheetah looked over at what Ryan was looking at, saw the lions and turned back to him with a smirk. "Should we say hi to your parents?" Perceptive little bastard. The lion grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him off down the hallway, ducking into the men's room before they caught sight of him. It wasn't that they didn't know he was gay, or that they weren't 'accepting'. They didn't tell him what to do, nor did they love him any less. That he knew. But it made them uncomfortable whenever he was chatting up men, and whenever they thought he was getting 'up to something' they did their best to cock block him. If they caught him flirting with a pretty boy in a pink speedo, they wouldn't let him out of their sight for the rest of the cruise. There was no way of knowing when they'd pass by the doors, and when it would be safe to slip out and head back to his cabin with the feline he'd just met. His eyes trailed over all the shining steel stalls and the white walls, and he listened for a few moments. They were all alone. The cat was grinning ear to ear and not resisting even in the slightest as Ryan dragged him off into one of the handicapped stalls, only letting him go once they were both inside and the bolt on the door had been sealed. It was the only door that was closed in the long line of stalls, and every stainless steel wall and door went nearly to the floor. Much better than the rickety, wooden, somewhat open stalls he'd fucked in at school once or twice. Once he'd literally fucked a raccoon through a wall in one, but that was a story for another time. A time when he didn't have a fine piece of ass with nowhere to go right in front of him. The cheetah was watching him, waiting without suggestion for him to make the first move. He didn't have to wait long. Ryan stepped up and grabbed the sides of the little pink speedo and peeled them down off the other male's hips like he was peeling the wrapper off a candy bar. As soon as they hit the floor he took off his own, standing there with the other boy with their dicks hanging out. He was bigger than the cheetah in more ways than one, stacking up at least three inches longer than the cheetah's six inch prick. Ryan bent over to grab their speedos off the floor and the bottle of lube he'd had hidden inside of his pair, hanging them on the coat hooks on the door. The cheetah was staring with wide eyed appreciation at his prick, looking but not touching the thick length of lion dick hanging between Ryan's thighs. "I have a thing for lions." He murmured under his breath, a faint purr underlining every word. "I have a thing for you." Ryan replied, reaching down to grab his own dick with a smirk. The cheetah laughed and then he turned his back on the lion, bending over against the wall with his hands grabbing the handicap railing. The way the fur rippled over the flesh and sinew beneath it with every movement showed just how firm his butt was, a work of art amongst teenaged ass Ryan was sure. One of the finest he'd ever seen, certainly, one that had him aching to get on with the show. "My name's Stuart. What's your's?" He asked as he watched Ryan squirt the small tube of lube into his palm, licking his lips as the slick fluid was smeared over the fat dick that would soon be drilling his tight little ass. "My name's Ryan. Do me a favor and lift your tail, Stu, it's in the way of my dick." Ryan responded as he stepped up behind the male, wiping his wet hand off on the laughing cheetah's ass. The tail rose obediently and the boy turned his head to watch Ryan over his shoulder, his breathing becoming a brisk pant before Ryan had even touched his dick to the male's asshole. As soon as the broad tip of his dick touched on Stuart's backdoor, the feline gasped and let out a low shivering moan. Ryan circled his dick around the opening beneath the cheetah's tail, smearing the lube and precum around liberally before he hunched over the cheetah's bare body. Both his hands came to rest on the boy's slender hips, his claws coming out just enough to pinch at the cheetah's skin. The ones that liked bending over the most tended to like a little claws and teeth in Ryan's experience, a little show of force would have them moaning before his dick even went inside of them. He leaned forward and grabbed the smaller cat's scruff in his teeth, seizing it as though he was delivering a mating bite on a female. There was plenty to grab, and he felt and heard Stuart's enthusiastic purrs egging him on. He wasn't sure just how many guys the boy had been with, or how tight he was, so he took it relatively slow as he slid in for the first time. Stuart fit his dick like a glove two sizes too small, and every inch forward took a good degree of wriggling around and forcing things... But he wasn't worried, as the feline was clearly enjoying himself. Stuart's head was tilted back and he was moaning out like a ghost as inch by inch Ryan's dick sunk into his ass, not protesting, not trying to get away in the least as his asshole stretched out around the lion's big cock. When he finally came to a rest, balls deep in the spotty cat, Ryan had to take a moment to steady himself lest he blow his load in the boy's ass right then and there. He was easily the tightest, finest piece of ass he'd had hands down. "Don't s-stop, don't fucking s-stop! Fuck me, f-fuck me hard!" Stuart half pleaded, half demanded in a shaky whisper even as his knees threatened to give out on him. His ass griped him like a vice as he pulled back, like it didn't want the dick to leave and tried desperately to make it stay. It was going to be hard to hold off his orgasm for long, especially with the cat begging him to fuck his brains out... But what the hell, Ryan was willing to try. When he slammed his hips forward the cheetah nearly fell to his knees, half screaming as the cock buried itself in him with all the speed and force he'd be begging for. His claws dug at the steel walls and at the tiled floor in vain for a way to keep himself up, but all they did was scratch uselessly. Ryan had to keep him steady, holding him up with the firm hands on his hips and the teeth on his neck while he pounded Stuart's ass like a two dollar whore. Just a fuck, just a hole to be used in any way the lion wanted... Which was just what Stuart needed. The walls of the stall shook and protested in a dramatic fashion as the force from the thrusting lion was channeled from the cheetah's hips, through his arms and into the structure itself. It was undergoing a test that it's designers couldn't have possibly imagined, but for all the noise and motion it held up well. Better than the squirming, moaning, howling cat in his hands at least. Then there it was, a sound distinctly unlike any of the others the lion was hearing. The sound he'd listened for every time he screwed in a bathroom, especially after the first time he'd gotten caught... The sound of a door opening. He stopped as soon as he heard, lifting one of his hands to clamp over the cheetah's muzzle. The noisy boy's moans were silenced by the hand clasping over his lips, just as Ryan let go of his scruff and whispered into his ear. "Someone's here. Don't make a sound." Still, it wasn't as though he could leave the stall at the moment... Nor did he want to stop, so painfully close to filling Stuart's tight little ass with his balls. Fuck it. What was the worse that could happen? It wasn't like they could pull the boat over and kick him off in the middle of the ocean. He kept his hand around the cheetah's muzzle, keeping him silent aside from heavy breathing coming from his nose. The lion started up again, much slower than he was working the male's ass before. Somehow it was even more taxing, even harder than before to delay the inevitable when he was going slower. He'd been pounding the cheetah's ass for a good four minutes, and while he'd only drawn his hips back and slid them in all but three or four times he was ready to blow his top. Ryan grabbed the boy's scruff in his teeth again and closed his eyes, growling quietly around the flesh and fur in his mouth. Five. That was the magic number, the thrust that made him see stars. He bit down harder than he intended on the male's scruff, pulling on it, using it to muffle his throaty growls and moans. Every jerk of his hips was an exclamation point, an emphatic declaration that at that moment the cheetah belonged to him. When he pulled back and his limp, wet dick fell out of Stuart's asshole with a nice, sloppy sound, he let go of the cheetah's mouth and let him suck in the lung fulls of air faster than his nose could deliver. Both of them were panting and trying to be quiet about it, trying not to be heard by whoever it was. Ryan grabbed his dick with one hand and wiped it off on the boy's ass, then his hand off on the base of his tail, leaving him messy and marked with the lion's scent. When he was sure he could stand on his own, he let go of the cheetah's hip with his other hand and turned, quickly tugging on his speedo. Maybe if they were lucky, they could slip out while the guy was- "Ryan, are you seriously fucking in there? I could smell you from the damn doorway! Jesus, mom and dad send me in here to look and I find you screwing some guy in a stall." There was no mistaking the voice of his brother. Ryan looked at Stuart and Stuart looked right back, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and... Satisfaction. He hadn't seen it before, but a glance at the wall told him sometime during their little tryst the cheetah had cum all over the wall and railing in front of him. "So what if I am? Jealous?" Ryan shot back defensively to the amusement of the cat beside him, who simply smirked and listened to the conversation. "So what if I tell mom and dad about it? I was young, but I still remember what happened to you the first time you got caught doing that." Cole teased back, knowing full well he had his brother by the balls. Ryan took a moment to think, there had to be something he could give him or offer him to buy him his silence. He glanced at the cheetah beside him, then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and unlocked the stall door. Before Stuart could protest the lion pushed him forward out into the bathroom, blushing, naked with the lion's orgasm dripping down the crack of his ass. "How about you instead of acting like a dick, you use your's instead? He'll let you fuck him." Stuart looked at Cole, and the lion looked right back at the naked cheetah, their eyes locked as shades of red consumed their faces. Cole had never let on about being gay, but then again, Ryan had never seen him with a girl... And he had read somewhere that there were genetics involved. Maybe they had more in common than he thought? A glance down told him his mind was right on the money, as a large bulge formed in the younger brother's black swim trunks. The cheetah noticed too, and through his hold on his neck Ryan could feel him shaking. The prospect of getting railed by a pair of lion brothers one after the other had to have his heart pounding. "W-What about mom and dad?" Cole asked, as if wanting to accept but trying to find some flaw, some reason why he shouldn't rail the gorgeous cheetah right then and there. "I'll take care of them, if you take care of him... And I'll swing by your cabin tonight to take him back to my room." Ryan looked at Stuart, who was practically glowing red at this point, glancing at the door every so often and between the two brothers. He didn't say a word, his brain was having a hard enough time keeping him on his feet. Ryan gently tugged the cheetah back into the stall and stepped away, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. He shoved him into the stall and shut the door behind them, taking a few steps away from the closed door with his eyes on the space between the floor and the bottom of the door. He smirked when he saw his brother's black trunks hit the floor, and started to walk off down the long line of stalls with a swagger in his step. In the sea or in the jungle, it didn't matter... Lions were kings of their domain. The cheetah started to moan all over again before he'd even reached the door. It was all he could do not to laugh as he passed back out onto the sun deck, a Cheshire cat's grin back on his handsome face. It was good to be king.

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Title: Hotel Californication Ch. 04 Tags: drama Even now, I'm not sure things would have happened the way they did had it not been for one simple act that seemed to intrigue me when it did. Perhaps it was also the fact that Charlie, for all intense and purposes, was both. Male and Female, in every sense of the word that made that final hurdle so much easier for me. Jumping into something that up until now, I had only thought about, considered, but never really saw myself as actually doing. Whatever hang ups, prejudices, or self doubts about my own masculinity, for whatever reason, seemed no longer important. Like Carol and I had long ago discussed, this weekend for us was about experimentation, self discovery, exploration. We had come here with an open-mind and attitude towards that. Maybe it would only be a one-time thing, whatever happened. But we'd already made that agreement to see, to do...and then take things one day at a time after that. When Diane climbed between Charlie's legs, spreading them, and began sliding that long slim cock up and down her wet pink slit, as I said before, I was both excited and intrigued, watching as I crawled over next to the two of them. I gently wrapped my hand around Charlie's dick and began stroking it. And as I mentioned, though it wasn't a very big cock, it was damn fucking hard, swollen purple as the pre-cum oozed from her prick-tip, which I then smeared about the small little helmet of what she jokingly referred to as her "clit-cock". Doing this, still watching as Diane's Shemale prick continued to spear slowly in and out of that succulent cunt, hearing it...listening, seeing the almost frothy white juice Charlie was secreting as it clung to it was an erotic, amazing sight. Still holding onto her cock with one hand, I reached down with the other, quickly locating her female clit, just below the shaft I was holding onto. I pinched it gingerly between my fingers, pulling on it sweetly, rolling it, still stroking as Diane fucked. Up until now, both Carol and Jack content to sit by watching all this as well. Though within moments, my wife soon joined me, now easing down on the opposite side of where Charlie lay. Placing her hand on Charlie's prick, which we now shared, she simply looked at me, smiling...and then offered it towards me. Without thought, without any further hesitation on my part whatsoever, I let her feed it to me, drawing it fully and deeply inside my mouth, sucking it. "Oh fuck! Oh my god that's so good! So fucking good!" Charlie cried out. "Holy fucking shit!" She exclaimed once again. Carol and I now began sharing her cock together, kissing one another deeply, passionately, with Charlie's stiff hard prick sandwiched between us. Our lips meeting, wrapping themselves around her shaft as we traveled up and down along it's length, teasing her. I was so involved, so consumed by this, that initially, I didn't even feel or realize it when I now felt the additional sensation of someone now sucking on my cock. I briefly glanced down and over, realizing as I did, that it was now Jack who had positioned himself down between my legs, my prick fully engulfed inside his working mouth as he pleasured me deliriously. I simply gave myself over to the experience, in both what I was feeling, and doing. It was a unique situation perhaps, and one that I am still not sure I would have ever done or attempted, but given the circumstance, and the incredibly sensual, sexy people we were with, it felt perfectly natural, and beyond any previous erotic encounter or experience that either Carol or I both, had ever known. \*\* When the time came, literally...I didn't even think about what was obviously about to happen. It had always been illogical to me, by my way of thinking anyway, that if Carol enjoyed sucking my cock, drinking my cum, why would I then have any sort of aversion to that myself? After all, it was me...it was my own essence, and why should I be squeamish about something like that, especially as she wasn't, nor more than I was for her licking her juice whenever she came like that. It was a short time after we had actually been together that I had filled her pussy full of cream, and then surprised her...quite delightedly I might add, having her then sit on my face, where I devoured her again, licking out all of my cream from her cunt. She had climaxed again, even more forcefully this time, informing me later, that that had been one of the most powerful, intense orgasms she had ever known. Just something about my doing that for her, seemed to enhance the experience for her, knowing that I had done so, without fear and without reservation. Like I said, that wasn't a problem for me, it would have been too illogical for me otherwise. But here yes, this was a little different perhaps, no real idea of what to expect, though I was again not really thinking in those immediate terms at the moment. I was sharing a very intimate, erotic moment with my wife, the two of us still kissing, licking and simultaneously sucking Charlie's cock together, Jack likewise wonderfully sucking on mine. When Charlie suddenly cried out, her ecstasy and pleasure imminent, I was fully prepared for it. The first spurt caught Carol and I both by surprise, watching the thin little streamer of white spunk suddenly shooting out the end of her dick. Carol quickly mouthed it, catching the second one, and then almost as quickly passing it back to me as I caught the third and forth very creamy shots in my own mouth. It wasn't so unlike my own either, a bit salty, and yet sweet in a way as I swallowed, now passing it back, though Carol's climax no longer as forceful perhaps, her cream just barely oozing out of her cock as Carol and I now danced around her cock-tip with our tongues, cleaning her up. It was here though however, that Diane now to joined us, likewise screaming out her own impending ecstasy, her somewhat longer slimmer prick now lurching, spurting, adding her own creamy sauce to the mix, which Carol and I again shared, taking it, rubbing her still spilling cock against Charlie's as we held the two of them together, licking and once again cleaning the two of them off. My own orgasmic pleasure already well on the way, Charlie and Jack now slathering my cock together, the way we'd been doing, as I poured what felt like a gallon of cum down their two sucking mouths. It had indeed been one of the most intensely satisfying orgasms I had ever known. \*\* It was well past three in the morning by the time we had stumbled back to our room. And though the sounds of the night had quieted down around us somewhat, you could still hear occasional laughter, the sounds of people still fucking, partying inside their rooms as we collapsed tiredly into our bed, and soon after fell asleep. When I woke, the sun was obviously well up by now, though it wasn't quite nine o'clock yet. Carol and I had also had the foresight to have scheduled and ordered room-service for breakfast that morning, rather than trying to get up early and attend the buffet, though I wouldn't have been surprised to discover hardly anyone else there either. And though it had been a long, almost exhausting evening, I still found myself curiously refreshed, and magnificently horny, laying there once again with a stiff hard penis in hand, wondering if I should wake her, and do something about it when we both heard the knock on the door. "Room service!" Someone had announced, though appearing to be a female voice by the sound of it. I rolled out of bed, for a moment looking for something to wear, and then laughed at myself, reaching and opening the door, my hard stiff cock pointing directly out in front of me as I did. There was indeed a young petite woman standing there, with smallish, though very perky breasts, a small tuft of golden blonde hair just above her cunt lips, almost winking at me. A young man with her, holding onto another tray of pastries and coffee, which Carol had indeed ordered the day before. They both smiled, passing by me, entering the room and then heading straight out onto the deck, placing several plates of food down for us to enjoy at our leisure. By now, Carol sitting up in bed wiping the sleep from her eyes, and yet still looking sultry, if not just as horny as I was. "Would you care for a morning blow-job with your coffee?" She asked. And suddenly, that sounded like a sensational idea, which Carol quickly agreed to as well, as the two of us sat down, chairs facing out and away. Kimberly, the cute little brunet with the perky tits, placing a large comfy pillow down on the ground before me, now sucking my prick as I sat pouring Carol and I coffee. Pete, the younger man who'd come in with her, now doing the same thing in front of Carol, now licking and teasing her split, the two of us sitting side-by-side, table, coffee and croissants between us, and each one of us being licked and sucked all the while. "God, does it get any better than this?" I asked, looking out at the glorious morning, the beautiful manicured grounds beyond, already people wandering about looking for new adventure no doubt. "I don't know...kind of hard to beat last night, that's for damn sure!" Carol quipped, reaching out to place her hand on the back of Pete's head, pressing him a bit more firmly against herself as he drew my wife's clit between his lips, gently chewing and sucking it. "But this aint half bad either," she giggled hotly, enjoying it as she took a bite of her strawberry filled pastry, and then making an obscene display with it as she lapped at some of the whipped cream frosting letting it dangle on the tip of her tongue for me. "And it was fucking hot...doing that with you too," she added. "It was WAY fucking hot, and I am so hoping that we'll be able to do that with those guys again." "Yeah, me too," I honestly admitted. And really hoped that we would. "So, what's on the agenda this morning after all this?" Carol looked at her watch. It was by now nearing ten o'clock. "Oh that's right! I almost forgot! I looked in the brochure we were given, and actually scheduled a cum-massage for this morning, it looked interesting." "A cum massage? You're kidding!? What's that?" "Oh she's gonna love that!" Kimberly quipped briefly removing my cock from her mouth. I try to schedule one of those myself every now and again when I can, it's really quite sensual and erotic, which I'm sure you'll find out. And damn hot to watch too, though you can certainly participate. Usually the more the merrier, and the better, which is why they usually set the table up out here, which I'm sure they will, just in case anyone else wants to drop by, which they usually do." I gave half a notion to not coming, but then changed my mind, as good as Kimberly's mouth was, it was too much of a temptation to pass up. "I'd like to cum on your tits," I informed her looking down as she now held my shaft between them, running it back and forth, over and around those sweet hard nipples of hers. "I'd like that," she said. "And I'd like to see it," Carol added to that, though she was already in the midst of having an orgasm as Pete continued sucking my wife's clit, now likewise finger-fucking her as she sat there looking on. I was soon pouring another delightful creamy load all over the young woman's breasts. Once they were indeed and completely saturated, I was again surprised as Pete now came over, standing in front of her, now licking them off until he had thoroughly cleaned them off. "Is there anything else the two of us can do for you?" They asked. "No, thank you. That was perfect, delightful breakfast, and nice way to start off the new day." "Very well, enjoy your morning cum-massage then, they should be here soon and get things set up for you," she added, and then the two of them left. We sat finishing our delicious breakfast when again another knock came on the door. Four men and two women entering the room, carrying what appeared to be a standard massage table, which they indeed set up out on the deck next to us, placing fresh crisp sheets upon it. The women were both Asian, very beautiful and attractive with their long dark hair, one with considerably large breasts for an Asian woman, and the other much more typically smaller, though I was taken in by the dark alluring coloring of their respective nipples and areolas. The smaller breasted woman's nipples quite thick and long surprisingly, and already firmly erect. Carol was then invited to climb up onto the table where the two women then heated up some oil, pouring that onto her and began working it into her skin, one starting at her feet, the other her head, working towards one another. The four men, two on each side, now standing there stroking away at their hard stiff cocks as I sat looking on, enjoying this as they did that, finding myself suddenly getting hard again as well, though I wasn't sure how much I'd actually contribute to any of this when the time came. "But I'd certainly do what I could," I laughed to myself. Obviously, these guys were hand-picked for their unique special abilities as Carol and I were about to find out, though not before being pleased to see Steven and Marsha emerge from their room only a short distance away, spotting us, and then curiously wandering over. Though it was indeed nice to see them again. "Cool!" Marsha quipped, was wondering about getting one of these myself, now I can actually watch it before hand." "Feel free to join in too," one of the women spoke. "That's in fact part of the experience as long as no one else minds." "Don't mind at all," Carol moaned softly, just as the first one of the four men standing around her began to pump out what eventually took on epic proportions. I'd never seen so much cum pouring out all at once from any one single prick before, though this was soon added to rather quickly, as one man after the other suddenly began to erupt as well, my wife's body suddenly covered in thick streamers of white hot sticky spunk that almost entirely covered her from her chest down to her toes. The two Asian women continued to go about their assigned tasks, massaging in all that hot sweet cream into my wife's body, though the four men soon after left. Marsha now jacking off her husband's cock, Steven taking delight in aiming it directly against my wife's juicy wide-open split as moment's later, he add his cream to the mix, dousing my wife's hard succulent clit, which one of the gals then began massaging more directly, working it specifically for her like that, driving Carol nuts as she did. Another couple passing by, stopping for a moment, looking on, and then likewise invited to join us if they cared to. Not too surprisingly he did, and though he didn't offer up much, no doubt as spent from the night, or mornings activity as I was, he still yet added a dollop or two of cream to each one of my wife's nipples before the couple once again moved on. It was over all a much enjoyable experience to have seen and witnessed, especially when Carol eventually had one of her more liquid orgasms, liberally spraying her pussy juice all over the breasts of the larger breasted woman who at this point in time, was actually holding one of those magnificent beauties against my wife's cunt, actually masturbating her with it when she came. "Whew, that was really, really nice! Thank you!" She exclaimed, and then was pampered again as the women washed and dried her off, a nice pink glow on her skin as she all but melted into full and complete relaxation afterwards. "Now I think I'm going to take a little nap," she informed me. No surprise there. I would have too. But, I was now interested in seeing what else that this place had to offer, deciding to head on down to the pool for a refreshing dip before joining up with Carol later over lunch. I was a bit surprised to find the pool area as busy as it was, though for the most part, most people there seemed to simply be relaxing and enjoying the morning sun. One or two couples sharing large float rafts together, though only one of those couples actually fucking as they did. Still it was fun to watch as I ordered up a Bloody Mary from the bar, and then sat back in one of the many available float chairs to enjoy it, again looking on as the couple fucked nearby. A young woman, simply passing by stopping briefly to fondle my cock for a bit, before moving on again, though I noticed she seemed to be purposely making the rounds, doing that to as many men, and even some women as she could before moving on again. It was just as interesting watching her doing that too as it was watching the couple next to me, though another man soon joined the two of them, and took turns with her partner fucking her back and forth. I was surprised after the mornings activities that I was becoming as aroused as I was, soon sitting there cock in one hand, drink in the other. "Hi, good morning. Care if I join you?" It took me a moment for me to realize who it was that was speaking to me, and then I did. It was Debra, the woman I had met at the table during the cocktail party, the one with the really big clit. "Not at all, I'd enjoy the company," I announced quite happily, not at all embarrassed or shy about sitting there the way I was, cock in hand, all nice and hard as I held it, gently stroking it. Debra too, in her own float chair, though she nosed it around, now facing me, bringing it towards me, docking it with mine. Her feet soon after coming up in order to reposition themselves over the armrest of my chair, effectively making it easy for her to spread herself, her legs now spread widely once more. That clit of hers already poking out so invitingly as she reached down and began toying with it, almost as though she too had a cock, and could jerk it off much as I was doing. With very little effort, we both scooted forward in our chairs just enough that I could actually reach down, taking my cock, and now rubbing it directly against that massive clit. We sat there, each one of us fondling ourselves, though rubbing ourselves back and forth against one another. Shortly, the three people who'd now been watching slipped off their mattress and came over. Asking if they could help out, which we delightfully agreed to. Debra enjoying a nice tit massage by the two men, while the woman now took over for me, taking my cock in hand, now rubbing it directly and with ease against Debra's clit as I in turn reached up, sucking and fondling this woman's tits. "You mind terribly if I suck on that for a bit after he's cum on it?" The woman asked. "I've never seen a clit this big before, let alone sucked on one like this, and I'm dying to try it!" "Be my guest!" Debra cried playfully, though we were both still enjoying the manipulation of my prick against her clit, though I was soon indeed spurting out a surprisingly large portion of spunk onto it, shortly after that. I soon moved away, though not too far so that I could watch, as the woman now bent over, standing there in the pool, drawing Debra's clit between her lips, my cum still clinging to it as she began lapping away at it with her tongue, causing Debra to bounce almost spasmodically there in the water. And then as she did that, reaching out, taking both men standing next to her in hand, placing each of their cocks inside her mouth, sucking the two of them together. She came, just as they did, the two of them shooting off almost simultaneously, Debra actually having difficulty taking them both, though somehow she did. Thoroughly satisfied, if not once again exhausted, I decided to head back to our room, clean up, take a shower and soon after join my wife for lunch, already looking forward to even more afternoon adventures. It didn't take long to discover that either. Much to my delightful surprise. \*\* I stepped back into our room, expecting to find my wife asleep, still resting, but instead heard the sound of the shower running instead, deciding to join her as I entered the large bathroom area, that had a shower big enough to easily accommodate six comfortably. And that's when I noticed, she wasn't alone. There were two others with her inside there, both women, and since there was no need for any kind of enclosure the way the showers had been built, all three greeted me with smiles on their faces as I came in, though I hadn't seen either of the other women before, up until now anyway. "Hi baby, this is Darcy and Jolene...our other neighbors next door to us. They're lesbians, so hope you don't mind if you don't really join us, though they said earlier if you came back early, you were certainly welcome to watch. I was more than happy to just do that anyway, too early yet after what I'd just been through to even consider getting it up again so early, though just the sight of my wife and these two sexy looking women already had my cock stirring at the thought. Jolene dropped back down to her knees between my wife's legs, licking and sucking her cunt, Darcy now standing behind, fondling and cupping my wife's breasts while she did that. Carol was indeed in seventh-heaven, enjoying the attention of both women, who soon after switched places with her, Carol now doing to Darcy, what Jolene had been doing to her. I had always enjoyed watching Carol with another woman, and this was indeed such a treat, now nonchalantly sitting there on the bench seat across the way from the three of them, slowly stroking myself, without intention, merely enjoying the show as they continued. With another bench seat across the way from the one I was sitting at, the three of them soon climbed out of the shower, still wet, moving over towards it. I wondered briefly as to what they were up to, though it mattered not as they soon slid into position, again...something else I so wonderfully enjoyed seeing, and which would no doubt leave me rock-hard, and seriously considering having another orgasm myself. Darcy and my wife had slid easily into a 'scissors' position there on the bench, cunt to cunt, now grinding, humping against one another as Jolene eased herself down over my wife's face on the opposite end. Sitting there watching Carol's pink tongue as it slithered inside the woman's pussy, seeing her actually chewing on, and sucking in the woman's rather long delicate labia was hot as hell. That...and hearing once again the obvious flow of juices, which I knew damn well Carol was producing, as slick sounds became even more and more obvious. Darcy and Carol grinding against one another, clit to clit, cunt to cunt, my hand flying away, up and down my shaft like a jack-hammer now, every intention of working another one off, come hell or high water while seeing all this. I doubted I had ever come this many times, or in so short of a time in my entire life, but I was again constantly reminded of the new found sensuality I was discovering here. And I was also in for another nice surprise as well. Darcy too, was quite the squirter as it turned out, even more so than I'd seen Carol manage to do in times past. Announcing it in fact, for everyone's benefit, though specifically mine perhaps, she cried out in anticipated glee a few moment's later, her words, decadent, dirty and hot, paving the way to orgasmic bliss, all the way around for everyone. I had already seen four guys, and more...drop more cum on my wife than I had thought humanly possible to even witness. And now, here again...watching one woman, so thoroughly saturate and spray my wife from one single pussy was amazing. I began to wonder if what I was actually seeing was some sort of a trick, as just when I was sure she had to be nearing completion, there would come another, and yet again another of these long clear streamers of girl juice, pumping out, cascading down over my wife, along with Jolene as well. Darcy was literally and figuratively speaking, raining cum-juice down on top of the two of them. "Hurry, come here, if you'd like to feel this," she said looking over towards me. "There's still a bit left if you'd like." I wasn't about to pass that up, hurriedly standing walking over as she spun around on the bench, surprising me to some extent, actually taking my cock in her hand, holding against her cunt as she once again squirted one or two more, her juices bathing my prick, as she slicked it back and forth in her hand. Carol sat up in order to watch, and then as Darcy finally finished coming herself, actually held it for her, feeding my prick to Carol, who now sucked it. Ok, so there wasn't much...I mean after all, but it felt fucking good nevertheless, Darcy holding my prick for my wife, Jolene still holding onto and fondling Carol's tits as she did that. I was starting to wonder if we'd ever make it out of here to actually go to lunch. Though we soon said good-byes, finished my own shower, and then actually dawned ourselves in the soft terry-cloth robes we'd been provided, and proceeded downstairs to the restaurant. We enjoyed a light simple lunch, once again met a new group of interesting people, and looked over the itinerary for the Lingerie Ball scheduled for that evening. It promised to be interesting, as I was sure it would be. More fucking than dancing actually perhaps by the looks of it, but that too was what this was really all about after all. A black, cock-tie affair for the men, and sexy lingerie for the women as we all came together out on the massive expanse of the dance-floor later. I was also pleased to see both Diane and Charlie heading towards us after we had finished up with lunch. "Make sure you save a dance or two for us later," they stated. And I had no intention of doing anything but that, already looking forward to it more than even I realized. To be continued...

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Title: Campus - Infection by Riddler Tags: College, Feet, Forced, Lion, M/M, M/M/M, Musk, Orca, Rimming, Transformation, Wolf A warm Fall day with a relaxing breeze was everything Aaron had been missing. He had been stuck at the campus library on the third floor since morning. He'd been studying. An iPod was plugged into his ears. He wore loose clothing and a zip up sweatshirt ...just incase it got cold. His slip-ons were kicked off under the table - his feet bare - books were scattered amongst him. The outside world had been blocked out from him. He had two places to study: his all male dorm where the sounds of sex and disgusting smells would irritate him or peace and quiet here. If it wasn't regarding his mathematical exam for the next day he didn't care. Aaron wasn't on any of the college's sports teams, yet he was fairly fit. His muscles were decently toned, his body was smooth, and he had a great face structure. He was only 20, six feet tall, had blue eyes, and a medium dirty blonde haircut with subtle bangs that rested on his forehead. He was a Junior at college, and having been there for awhile, he did most of everything alone. He sat hidden near some windows, giving him a beautiful sight of the campus structures, distant lake, and setting sun. The orange sky was on the border of getting darker. Aaron was focused on his books. Slouched in his chair, completely relaxed, he was surprised he hadn't fallen asleep. Every now and then he would have a stretch: extending his hands and feet, digging his exposed toes into the carpet, giving the softness a squeeze. It wasn't too bad staying there late. If he had been paying just a slight amount of attention out the window though... people were scrambling. Other college students were dashing around the streets into the nearest buildings. Some were grasping their knees, bending over. What was going on? There were sirens, yells, very much noise, but Aaron couldn't hear any of it. He was studying, enjoying music... undisturbed, unconcerned. A few hours passed. It was probably time he got back to the dorm. Aaron took his iPod headphones out. It was pretty silent inside and outside the building. He looked out the window. It was dark out, the street lights washed over the roads and buildings. It was lit, but seemed pretty empty... there must not be any parties going on today. He didn't think any more of it. Aaron packed his things, his shoes, and placed the books in a pile on the table while pushing his chair in. Time to leave. He headed toward the third floor elevator. For a library, still, it was pretty quiet. The floor he was on was probably empty, usually he would spot a couple going at it in one of the private rooms. He was at the elevator, it opened; he entered and pushed floor one. It was a short, but boring wait. The door made a "ding" and it slowly opened. Aaron entered the hallway, it lead left and right to similar book rooms like the third floor. He headed left. The exit was past a room filled with rows of bookshelves, it was in the grand hall. Just as he entered the book filled room he could hear footsteps in the distance. Somewhere farther down, in other rooms. It didn't concern him too much since the campus does allow 24 hour access to the place. He could hear closer footsteps behind him. He turned, he couldn't see who it was though, they had dashed into the elevator. He heard a thud against the inside wall as the doors closed. Strange... Aaron paused for a bit, listening. More footsteps were rushing into the building. He heard the entrance in the distance open and close in a hurry. Were people desperate for books tonight, or what? Well, whatever the case, Aaron proceeded in the room. He walked slowly past mazes of bookshelves, checking them for people. He looked left, right, and behind. He was slightly paranoid with all the running around. In the middle aisle he froze. Someone was approaching. They were in a hurry, he could hear feet padding on carpet in a rush. Aaron moved into a row on the left, they were coming somewhere right, getting closer. He tried peering through the cracks above books on the shelf, but he could see no-one. They were definitely near though. He stepped back into the aisle to see where they were, but it was all too sudden, they collided with him. It was some guy, he fell to his knees, hands jutting out, bracing himself. Aaron stumbled back, bumping a shelf with his backpack. "Dude, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Aaron said frantically. The guy groaned, bent over on his knees, his hands were hidden beneath the waist. Was he hurt? He was wearing a simple shirt and shorts, barefoot. "Are you alright? Here, let me help." Aaron crouched to help the guy. "Ge..t.. ughh... go awehhh, ughhhh..." The guy grunted pulling a hand from below waving it at Aaron to get away. Aaron was all too close, he wasn't sure what the guy was grasping, perhaps he smacked the dude's junk in the collision. Whatever the case, being so near allowed the guy to push on Aaron's arm, sending him back slightly. "Alright! I'm sorry! I'll move." Aaron backed off. The dude pushed off a bare foot and headed down the hall. He was probably rushing to the bathroom past the elevator for whatever reason. Aaron watched him sprint down the hall. His bare-feet kicking up and down, they left a faint mark as he ran. What the hell? Aaron looked to the floor. It must have been wet outside, or he had sweaty feet. His footprints were imprinted on the carpet, it was slightly damp. Aaron looked to his arm where the guy pushed him off. It wasn't covered by any clothing, his sweatshirt was in the backpack. On his skin, though, there was some cloudy liquid. It was a decent amount for a handprint. Disgusting. Aaron thought it through. The dude probably got caught looking at porn and was bookin' it towards the bathroom to hide his crotch. No wonder people were running around, there was some exposed guy flopping his junk around the library. Aaron swabbed the substance with his other hand and brought it to his nose. It smelled thick, definitely cum, it was runny and sticky. "Ughh, disgusting..." Aaron said. He knew he had to wash it off. He tried wiping it on his shorts, he could wash them later, but the substance was way too sticky. What the hell was with this shit? Aaron knew another bathroom on the second floor, he was definitely not turning back. Instead, he was closer to the grand hall and a staircase. He'd just use the one on the second floor since the first floor probably had that weirdo in it. Aaron walked into the grand hall rubbing the liquid around his arm trying to remove it with friction, but it just made it worse. The floor was tiled, and his shoes echoed faintly as he walked into the massive entrance room. At the back was a stairwell. He moved to it. There was no one at the checkout counter, they must have left freaked out too. He placed his backpack on the counter when he passed it, the goo rubbing off on the strap. He walked passed a doorway to a reading room, something caught his attention. Two guys were making out... it looked rough. One dude was plastered up against the back wall, while the other was fucking the hell out of him, pounding the bookcases. Okay... that's a bit fucked up... this place is public. The guy doing the fucking had his top on still, but his pants were dropped to the floor slightly exposing his round ass. The pants rested around his bare ankles in a pool of their body sweat. Aaron couldn't see their faces... they were groping and kissing furiously. Talk about wild sex... It was making Aaron's crotch warm. Not that he was interested or anything, but for some reason it was making his brain hazy. It was not something he wanted to bother with right now. He wanted this goo off his arm. Aaron headed upstairs, hearing a few moans echo to him as he climbed the staircase. Those sounds were making his shorts tent slightly. "What the fuck, not now.." Aaron thought to himself. Having a hard-on in shorts was incredibly embarrassing. It wasn't easy to hide. He was nearing the top when his legs were feeling weakly. The knees were buckling in. "The hell?...Is with my legs?" Aaron whispered to himself, looking down. He was feeling tired. Resting didn't sound too bad. What was wrong with him? His body felt warmer. He shifted down, hands on the stairs, legs just below, he started crawling up the last few steps. He reached the top and sat there, exhausted. What was happening? He began to feel dizzy. His arms feeling moist. He looked at them. The cum on his arm had soaked into his skin, it was vanishing. The hand he was resting on slipped slightly. His palms were sweaty. "What the fuck... ?" Aaron thought. Aaron's legs were sprawled out on the glossy floor, his hand's trembling to support himself. He felt strange sensations in his body, he was fighting to move. He heard wet footsteps entering the second floor's hall. It was another guy, this dude's shorts were ripped from the back. He looked dizzy. He had short brown hair, his face looked exhausted. He had a torn short-sleeve shirt on. Aaron could make out his defined abs. It was arousing him. Aaron shifted towards this stranger, body temperature rising. Internally he was panicking. He had no idea what was happening. The guy was looking around, turning. He was barefoot too, feet moist, legs glistening with a slight sweat. When his backside faced Aaron he noticed where the shorts had been ripped. The guy's ass was exposed and that same cum was lathered all around it. He could see thicker globs near the dude's asshole. Was he raped by something? The guy turned in his stupor, noticing the other boy on the floor. Aaron could smell his own sweat, it smelled thick, just like the cum. His shorts tented, Aaron had a hard-on. He wasn't the only one. The guy was stumbling sloppily towards Aaron, feet moistly slapping the floor, his dick was pushing his shorts out. Aaron could see the fabric throbbing with its head. The guy wasn't in control. Neither was Aaron, he wanted to yell, he wanted to move away, but he couldn't. His head was very fuzzy... images of gay sex were clouding it up. Why? He had never envisioned those before. It made Aaron sweat more, his clothing was so hot. Sexual fantasies danced around his brain. It was making his body throb. Aaron's legs spread on the floor, his shoes pointing outwards. He slouched to his elbows, resting there, watching the guy who was nearly in front of him. He faced Aaron, stepping a steamy leg over Aaron's waist, his feet were tense, moist. He looked down at Aaron... Aaron looked up to him. Their faces were glossy, expressionless. A few drops of cum dripped from the guys asshole onto Aaron's shorts. The guy was fumbling his shorts open with one hand, the other tearing his shirt off revealing his defined chest and abs. This dude was fit. It only encouraged Aaron to do the same. He began ripping his shirt, he felt stronger. The fabric tore, shredding, releasing his chest to the cool air. Their two steaming bodies caused the windows and picture frames to fog up. Aaron fondled with his zipper, his dick throbbing to be released. As he struggled with it, the guy above turned around and began to crouch on-top of Aaron. Aaron was looking up, he could see the dude's ass getting closer. It was lowering above his face. What was he doing?! It was getting near. Aaron could see the asshole pulsating... Aaron felt something. The guy had been reaching for his dick. Pulling it from the shorts, his mouth was sliding down on it. It felt wet and warm. Aaron's eyes were rolling. The dude's ass bobbed just above Aaron's face. He could smell the maleness. The thick cum. Aaron lost all rational thought as the asshole bobbed up and down... ever so slightly Aaron got a whiff of enticing cum. He had to taste it. He lunged his head forward, extending his tongue at the moist hole. He pushed it in, hearing the guy moan on his dick. It caused Aaron to moan slightly. The taste and smell was euphoric. Aaron dashed his tongue in and out of the hole, sliding it along the pucker's edges. The guy moaned harder. Aaron's free hands spread the dude's moist cheeks allowing his face to push into him. His tongue lashed around wildly, pushing as far in as he could, savoring the taste. As he himself was being sucked off, Aaron could feel the guy ripping off his shorts. His ass slipped to the floor, feeling the cool tile, it made him flex his cheeks. His shoes were next - they were thrown off. His feet were exposed to the air, they were steaming. He could feel the guy's hands grasping between his toes, rubbing the sweaty palms against the topside of his feet. Aaron's prize moved from him, the guy leaned forward, sloppily sucking, and licking up his leg tasting Aaron's foot. The pleasure it sent made Aaron tingle. He leaned his head sideways towards the dude's sprawled leg, it rested on his shoulder, the foot brushing his neck occasionally. He began sucking on the calve. The taste of his sweat... he could feel the muscle twitching on his tongue. He slurped the skin, inhaling the smell. The guy's asshole leaked cum and saliva on Aaron's abs, the warmth spread. Aaron sucked on the dude's calve... but... the skin's texture felt different. The feeling of his feet being sucked off was distracting, but Aaron managed to keep focus on the guy's leg. The surface was growing fine hairs... no... it was fur? Aaron watched the fur spread up the guy's grinding leg. He explored them with a hand, feeling them grow faster along the way to the guy's feet. What was happening to him? The musk in the room was getting thicker. Whatever was happening, the sexual activity was causing his changes to accelerate. Aaron lathered the dude's leg up with saliva watching his asshole sprout fine hairs. A nub was forming near the base of his spine. Aaron's hands reached the guys feet, they felt puffy. He explored them. What was going on? He caressed his fingers along the soles, they were soft, like pads. The guy let loose more groans, Aaron's pulsating dick ground against the other dude's hard-on. He felt it vibrate. The guy's throat was vibrating on his leg as he sucked his foot off. Was he purring?! The fur was spreading all along his backside, bushing out around the neck, it was golden brown. The nub was growing into a tail, sprouting a brown bush at the tip. He was transforming into some kind of beast on top of him! The guy was madly humping Aaron's body. He could feel his dick leaking pre, sliding along his smooth abs. Aaron was grinding back to it. He looked to his chest, and lower, watching the asshole above push out more animalistic and beginning to throb. The dude's dick was growing as it slid on him, he could feel it getting longer. The balls were moist and slapped his abs every so often. They were getting larger, filling out. Fur spread all over them. The dude's dick was changing, it felt like it was being encased on the lower half. It was growing a sheath. Aaron could feel small bumps sprouting along the top. He felt the guy's face changing on his feet. The face was pushing out, his tongue becoming rough. His head had a mane reaching the shoulders, the ears pushed out with fur, they looked feline. He was becoming a Lion. The new rough tongue brushed along his foot, making Aaron throw his head back. He could see the guy's feet were now padded, like a lions. The toenails were claws, the legs were digitigrade. The muscles throbbed. Aaron could feel the throbbing all over the the dude's body, spasming, filling muscle out. The guy moaned... roared... loudly as Aaron felt a large amount of pre-spew out on his thighs. It splattered about, some flicking back towards Aaron's chest. Aaron looked at it, but his attention was more towards his own body. What was happening to him? His chest muscles were growing, the abs becoming thicker. His skin becoming incredibly smooth, slick. Aaron brought his hands, which were rubbing the Lion's feet, into the air. They were webbed between the fingers. His nails were disappearing. His forearms were thickening, the muscles defining. He could feel it in his lower body as well. He wiggled his toes through the Lion's exploring tongue. They were becoming webbed. He felt it tingle up his legs, to his crotch. He could feel the thighs tensing, his ass firming up. There was pressure in his lower spine. He raised his hips, pushing the Lion upwards, planting his wet feet. Something was pushing out above his ass crack. It grew faster... he was growing a tail, thick and long. The feeling of the tail growing and pushing his dick into the Lion's chest made his feet spasm in ecstasy. The pressure sprayed his own pre, mixing onto the Lion's abs. It only caused the Lion to roar in pleasure. Aaron looked at his body as his back was arched, letting his tail fill out. His smooth and slick skin was turning black, his stomach section white. The soles on his hands and feet were turning white while the tops displayed black color. He could feel new sensations spreading throughout the surface of his body including his face. It pushed out slightly - his nose rounding, smoothing, the slits vanishing. His mouth reconfigured, he could feel muscle growing, defining, his teeth distorting into sharp edges. He could feel his hair rolling down his neck, brushing the throbbing shoulder muscles, dissolving. A blow-hole was growing near his crown. He was transforming into an Orca. Aaron could feel the pleasure from the transformation coursing through him. His tail filled out and grew fins. His nude body was slick and gleamed in the light of the hall. The floor was soaked with pre and sweat, it encouraged him to slosh around in it. The Lion shifted back and upwards, sending his mouth down on Aaron's transforming dick. Aaron could feel it. His purpose, his strength. He needed to spread his cum, he needed to fuck. He thrust into the Lion's mouth, pre spewing on the interior, leaking out the Lion's lips. Aaron's black Orca eyes rolled back, he was going to explode. His tail thrashed in the pool of body liquids sending drops of it to the walls. Their bodies were tightly bound, groping, grinding. Aaron threw his legs up and over the lion's head, grasping it. The Lion plunged deeper on his cock. It was growing longer, the tip was becoming thin and slick. Aaron could feel his balls pulling into him, becoming larger, tighter. They turned dark, the pressure was building. He could feel it... he was so close, he was going to explode in the Lion's mouth. Aaron's mouth fell loose, lost in pleasure, he moaned - his voice was deeper, stronger. His hands explored the Lion's ass, fondling the tail, fingering the asshole. He arched his back. His toes curled. Before he could climax, a gasp startled the two creatures madly fucking near the halls stairwell. A panicking guy had entered the hall at the far end, he was hiding on the second floor from whatever panic that happened on the campus. The Lion lifted his head off the Orca's pulsating dick with a loud "POP" as pre flicked from its mouth to the floor. It deeply growled. The orca's body was throbbing, it's dick was solid. The Lion's barbed dick was throbbing as well. What did this guy just disturb? Aaron could think about one thing. He needed to fuck him. He needed to transform him. He had to spread it. The Lion climbed off Aaron's moist body, nails clicking down the hall, charging the male who stood dumbfounded. Aaron spun to his hands and knees and began gliding down the hall on all fours after him as well. "NO!" The guy screamed, turning to run... "NOT ME, PLEASE.. HELP! SOMEONE HELP!". He turned the corner running into a study room. The lion leaped on the hallway's back wall, lunging into the room, crashing onto a table. Aaron entered the room, staying low. The guy was dashing between tables and knocking chairs over. He was heading for the other exit. Before he could make it Aaron grabbed his pant leg. Ripping it just enough to cause the guy to fall head first onto the ground. The Lion pounced. Trapping the boy. He kicked and screamed, panicking. The Lion was tearing his clothes off turning him over keeping pressure on the boy's body. He ripped off his shoes and socks. The Lion took in the smell of his feet, it caused him to purr loudly. Aaron wildly lunged near the boy's head, leaning over, smelling his scent. He could see the fear in the dude's eyes, he was screaming for help. Aaron didn't care, his hard Orca dick needed release. The Orca stood above the captive's restrained upper body, crouching, legs spread, lowering his throbbing dick above the face. The screams were only encouraging Aaron as he looked down at the guys chiseled chest and abs. He was sweating, his body heat was rising, Aaron could sense it. He had been infected, the Lion's saliva on his feet had been spreading through his system. Aaron wanted to accelerate it. He brought his right hand to his pulsating dick and spewed pre into his hand. He lowered it under himself and smothered it all over the protesting face of the trapped boy. He screamed and chocked slightly as the Orca's slimy fingers entered his mouth. Aaron's tail flicked back and forth gleefully as he watched the guy wildly kick. The kicking turned into spasms. The struggling turned into grinding. Aaron smirked, it was transforming him. The guy began rapidly sprouting fur, a different color of fur, it was a dark gray. Aaron didn't care, he took the moment to pull the dude from the Lion, propping him on his hands and knees, turning him so his ass faced him. He positioned his dick at the guys transforming hole. It was pushing out, spreading, throbbing. The Lion grabbed the boy's transforming head and stuck it's barbed dick into his mouth. The face was pushing out, his ears were elongating. Fine fur spread down his backside and up his ass cheeks as his muscles spasmed and grew. Aaron pushed his eager dick into the hole as it pulsed. He could feel it changing around his lubricated hard-on... it only made him shudder in his orca body. Aaron could feel his abs tightening, he was back to his climax state. The thought of fucking someone mid-transformation drove Aaron wild. His bent thighs tightened, sweat rolled down his chest. He grasped the ass of the transforming guy which was now covered with dark gray fur. A free thumb was rubbing the nub growing into a tail above the ass crack. He explored the transforming canine, caressing the abs. He could feel the pressure now, growing from his churning ball-sack. Aaron uncontrollably moaned, deeply. The Lion, who was skull fucking the now wolf-like face, could feel it too. The dudes toes and fingers were growing claws, the feet were padded, legs becoming digitigrade. Aaron lurched over the finishing canines body and released. The pressure in his dick spewed cum inside the wolf's ass. It howled, muffled, Aaron could feel its cum splashing onto his foot. The lion roared. He came hard into the wolfs mouth, cum spewing out the sides. The heavy male musk being released filled the room. The wolfs pucker pulsated on Aaron's dick before he pulled out, squirting a few more random loads of cum on the ass crack. Aaron felt powerful. He needed more. The wolf collapsed, swallowing the Lion's load. The Lion lunged to the floor, licking the wolf's cum off the Orca's foot. Aaron shuddered. The Lion got up, and suddenly charged out of the room, balls slapping wildly between his legs. Where was he going? The wolf was beginning to crawl as well. New sounds came to Aaron's. New smells. New feelings. He understood now. The wolf had left the room. It was incredibly musky. Aaron stood there, fondling himself. He was getting harder even after he just came. He knew why. He could sense others, above him, hiding. He could smell them, they were male. The thoughts of what he was going to do them made his dick spasm, leaking pre onto the soft carpet. Just as the Lion and Wolf did, Aaron charged out of the room, his bare, orca feet, sloshing around the cool tile of the next hall. He followed the stairs up... he had to infect. Screams erupted on the third floor. Screams and moans.

FSE

Goo Symbiote Saga Romeo and Goo-liet The surprised shrieks and panicked cries coming from the class room had quickly transformed into soft, wet, burbling sounds, muted cries of pleasure, and some not so muted cries of pleasure. What had meant to be a study of biology was still such, but in this case the students were far more interested in studying each others' biology, as well as getting a first hands on look at a para-symbiotic species, as well as first hand experience in egg laying. The instigators of the sudden outbreak of spontaneous gelatinous symbiosis and the resulted rapid pregnancy and oviposition that had several members of the football team passed out and unconscious over the sudden perceived blow to their manliness. After all, not only were they pregnant, but laying eggs as well. But over all, most seemed to be rather enjoying it, and rather then sit back and enjoys the fruits of their labours, the first two hosts of the goo symbiotes snuck from the classroom, intent on making more. D, the furred dragon, and Billy, the kobold, darted quickly down the hall. The goo that now made up their bodies had eaten their clothes some time before, and neither had the concentration to use the stuff to take the shape of clothing. "Man, that was fun." Billy said with a grin, "The looks on their faces when the eggs hatched." D blushed, the tan-blue of his face gaining a purplish tone, "I dunno, I think I like the hands on method more." The kobold sighed, "Well, I wouldn't know about that! And it's not like you're an expert in putting eggs in others with that thing, you've only done it with me!" D shrugged, "Well, maybe we ought to go and get more experience? We'd be doing people a favour after all." the dragon said as he began to stroke his belly, rounded by the presence of eggs and goo. "Well, yeah, I can't believe how mmm... how g... mmm.... how great this feels." Billy added, stroking something else, "Oooh, I feel more eggs coming out." "Dammit," D muttered, "I told you not to touch it!" "Well, I can't help it!" Billy pouted. The dragon grabbed his partner in crime by the offending organ and dragged him off into the nearest men's room. -o- Pulsar paced back and forth, the feathered crest atop his head standing upright with nervousness and agitation. He tried to coax it down, and failing that, securing it beneath his hat. But neither did any good. He sighed loudly and looked up at the balcony nearby. "Come on, Fortune, I need to get this done!" he shouted, his fox-squirrel friend was supposed to help him with his lines from the upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet, with Pulsar having landed the male lead. "No!" called Fortune, from behind the scenes on the elevated platform behind the balcony. "Why not?" Pulsar called, the rate of his nervous pacing increasing. "Because someone could walk in any time!" the equally nervous fox-squirrel called back. "So? It's not like they're going to recognize you!" "There aren't any other yellow and black fox-squirrels on campus, come to think of it, I don't think there are any other fox-squirrels on campus, period!" "Oh come on!" "I still don't see why I have to wear the dress." Fortune complained. "I need this to be as close to the real thing as possible. I just can't have you up there reading the lines!" "You can't see the room without your glasses, so why did you say I had to wear the dress?" "I never said you had to wear the dress! I just said you had to wear something the same color! It was your idea to wear the dress!" Fortune sighed and stepped out onto the balcony, "Well, put your glasses on and tell me how I look in it, anyway." Nothing but silence came from below. "Pulsar?" the fox-squirrel repeated, leaning over the edge of the balcony and peering down into the theatre, looking for his bright red friend. -o- Pulsar was rather puzzled, as he found himself in a rather strange predicament. Not only had he fallen through one of the trap door in the stage, not only was he hanging upside down with his pants around his ankles, and not only was his red and black shaft being stroked, but he had a rather strange, cool, somewhat minty tasting substance wriggling around inside his mouth. The pressure of his weight and the pushing of his bunched up pants was too much for his slip on, costume department buckled shoes to take. He plunged to the floor, or would have if something soft and squishy hadn't been beneath him. Pulsar sat up, finding himself on the rather round tummy of a bluish dragon with a tremendous erection. "Dreadfully sorry," he said with a giggle, "I didn't mean to get the drop on you." Feeling a little bit strange in the head, he began to chuckle at his own pun. "Well, I can think of a little something that you could do to make it up to me." D purred, coaxing the drugged cardinal off of his belly and onto the floor. Pulsar gasped as D's cool body was suddenly atop his own. Usually he wasn't so open to something like this, but it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about something of the like before. He'd hoped to snap a few pictures of Fortune in the Juliet dress for his own entertainment later, since the lithe fox-squirrel did look so very cute, and would be even cuter in girl's clothes. He moaned softly as something cool and slippery slid into his rear, something similar wrapping around his member, engulfing it. It was like a cool, thick fluid, gripping him, but at the same time mobile, pliable, allowing him to thrust into its soft depths. He looked down, finding the dragon's tail half turned to a sort of liquid, Pulsar' member somehow embedded in the stuff. "Umm... just don't make a mess of the shirt, okay?" he asked, eyes half lidded, gasping with arousal and need, "It's dry clean only." The cardinal felt something in the goo-dragon's cock, something pressing up against him, something that had no business being able to fit. But it did, and then dry cleaning was only the least of his problems. -o- "You look cute." Billy said with a smile, admiring Fortune's pink-clad rump as the fox-squirrel bent over the edge of the balcony. Fortune spun upon hearing the familiar voice, his eyes wide. "Billy!" he scolded, "Don't sneak up on me like..." The admonishment ceased as Fortune looked over his boyfriend's altered body. It was translucent, a bit bluer than the last time the fox-squirrel had laid eyes upon him. In addition there was a rather strange roundness in the kobold's middle, a thickness to the legs, and a thickness to... something else that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Fortune couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, "Is... that for me?" he asked, blushing. "Oh yeah." Billy said with a wide grin, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Fortune's waist, pulling the fox-squirrel against him. "You look... different..." Fortune whispered, resting his head on Billy's shoulder, "Want to tell me what happened?" "I'd rather show you, it's not painful, it feels a bit weird at first, and there's the whole egg laying thing, but I don't think that'll be a problem for you." he said with a chuckle. Indeed there was not, at the mention of eggs, the faint stirring beneath the skirt upon seeing a sleek, sexy, naked kobold accelerated to quickly reach critical mass. Fortune's blush deepened as his lover reached down to stroke the bulge beneath his dress. "I thought you'd like that." Billy said with a chuckle, giving Fortune's cheek a playful lick with his long tongue. "Oh geez..." Fortune whispered, trying to pull away, "C'mon, not here, not in the theater, and definitely not in this dress!" "Why not?" Billy asked, the disappointment evident in his voice, "You look really good in the dress." Fortune smiled at the words, though his blush continued to deepen, "Really?" Billy nodded and let the fox-squirrel go, allowing Fortune to turn slowly, showing off the dress. The fox-squirrel's gaze, however, remained on Billy's member, which began to leak at the sight of Fortune's little show. "Is... is that normal?" Fortune asked, pointing at the thick stream of blue goo leaking from the tip of Billy's shaft. The kobold laughed, "It is now." The fox-squirrel reached out and gave Billy's belly a poke, his finger sinking in, the goo giving the finger a soft suck that made Fortune blush even more. "Better stop that before you end up redder than Romeo down there." Billy teased. "Oh geez!" Fortune said, and tried to pull Billy back stage, where the large, dripping kobold erection wouldn't be seen. "Nah, don't worry about it. I think D has him occupied at the moment. And besides, I think it would be fun to be caught." The fox-squirrel couldn't help himself, he dropped to his knees and tentatively licked at the blue goo that leaked from his boyfriend. Billy gave a soft moan of pleasure as Fortune's tongue traced over his ovipositor and Fortune gave a similar soft moan as the tasty goo slid down his throat. "I think I ought to plug this up before the rest of you leaks out." Fortune said with a grin, his blush beginning to fade. Once a kobold got an idea into his head, it was best just to go along with it. The texture of Billy's cock was different, softer, smoother, quite interesting. It was also strangely soft, even when erect. But quite fun, easily allowing the length to fit into Fortune's mouth. The blue goo was almost intoxicating, the flavor and texture making Fortune crave more, the coolness settling into his belly. Billy reached down, gently gripping the fox-squirrel's ears, gently rubbing the lightly furred backs with his thumbs. "Oooh..." Billy moaned, "I like that, but do you know what I'm going to like even more?" Fortune shook his head, his eyes closed, all that mattered to him suckling on the sweet organ in his mouth. The grip on the fox-squirrel's ears tightened to a playful tug, "This!" Billy said, beginning to expel the egg from his belly. The fox-squirrel's eyes shot open as he felt something large and solid press up against his muzzle. He whimpered softly, thinking the object too large to fit, but he was suddenly distracted by a pair of hands pulling up his dress, tugging up his tail and... removing the pink silk panties that he had that matched the dress. "Mine wasn't much fun." D said with a sigh, "He seemed to have a bit of a problem with the thought of an egg going into a bird. Quite a shame, I always thought it was a rather egg-celent feeling." Billy rolled his eyes and moaned softly, "Mmm... I don't think Fortune minds sharing the experience. What do you think, cutie? The more eggs, the merrier?" The fox-squirrel nodded, his eyes narrowing as he wondered where exactly the egg that had been pushing its way into his muzzle the moment before had gone. He felt a strange new weight in his belly, but there was no way that the hard shelled egg could have made its way past his jaws and down his throat so easily. It just wasn't possible. Thoughts of what was and was not possible left the fox-squirrel's mind as D's thick, plentiful ovipositor slipping inside him, complete with its own supply of thick, cool goo. Fortune felt the bodice of his dress beginning to grow tight as more and more goo flowed into him. He moaned softly, sandwiched between a pair of goo-dripping ovipositors. He felt eggs being pushed into him from both ends; D's large, soft eggs, and Billy's smaller, more solid ones. The dress began to feel uncomfortably tight as the eggs entered him, but the coolness of the goo seemed to be spreading, and that made things feel a bit looser. The large and small eggs seemed to meet in his middle, causing a powerful sensation that made Fortune shiver, his muscles tensing. He felt himself erupt with climax, his seed dribbling down the dress in thick, white rivulets, but the flow didn't decrease. Though he couldn't see, each gush of cum was slightly more blue than the last, until a final gush of blue goo left Fortune's enlarged ovipositor. Still gripping the two members tightly, coaxing more goo from his lovers, Fortune felt the stuff consume him, alter him, transform him to better carry and spread the gift. Knowing the fondness Billy had for the dress, the goo symbiote left most of it alone, eating only the bits that would be uncomfortably tight, mostly the bodice strings. Fortune was now very fluid, his body able to shape itself at his will, but there was one aspect none of the goo-filled could change, their rounded bellies, where the bulk of the goo, and all of the eggs laid. Fortune felt his belly swell deliciously, soft, sensitive roundness making him purr. His legs grew thicker, more muscular, the goo solidifying into crystalline bones and thickening in places to become muscle, making the goo-host's increased weight easier to move. The fox-squirrel's tail thickened as well, a hefty weight to balance the bulk of his belly. Billy tried to withdraw his ovipositor, but he was stopped by Fortune's soft growl, he wasn't going to relinquish his prize just yet. "I..." Billy gasped as Fortune renewed his interest, "I think we've made a monster." D winced and cried out as Fortune put his new fluid form and flexibility to use, milking and caressing the furred dragon's massive length. "Th... this was your idea!" D groaned. "W-well I certainly wasn't all horny like this when I started laying eggs!" Billy protested. Sandwiched between them, his new ovipositor leaking slime, preparing for its first egg, Fortune grinned, looking forward to a future with his goo-symbiote, he was already making a list of people to give his eggs to. It was a very long list. -o- Pulsar peeked out from behind the curtain, watching the trio. He didn't particularly want to join in. Truth be told he found watching just as much, if not more fun. He'd awoken and found himself a bit different, but it didn't really matter. It felt nice, and the huge egg going inside him hadn't hurt him or anything. Though if he was going to play Romeo, he was going to have to get a new shirt, since his egg-filled tummy hung out of this one. But that wasn't a problem right now, there was something sexy to watch not too far away, and what did it matter if he was leaking bright red goo and red and black speckled eggs instead of the thick, white goo of a somewhat similar nature. Besides, the cast of Phantom of the Opera would be here to rehearse in about an hour or so, and the red eggs blended well with the red curtains. Pulsar giggled, at this rate the angel of music would be more like... He began to laugh, looking at a handful of red goo. "More like an angel of mucus." he snickered.

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Title: House on Park Ch. 05 Tags: bondage, group, interracial, anal, cocksucking, domination, hunks, big dicks, nonconsent Slowly, almost reluctantly, Claude withdrew his cock from my hole. He did do that circular movement thing with just his cock head logged in my hole before he pulled out entirely, and this nearly made me shoot off. But I was glad I didn't, because I had formulated a plan for my own time with this captured and bound black burglar dude. The first thing I did was squat down in front of the dude and say that I figured he was straight, but that after today I knew he'd have a whole new perspective. Then I picked up his torn shirt and rubbed Eric's semen off his back. I rubbed gently, in massaging motions, until I could feel him lose some of his tension. Eric and Claude pulled over the other bench press to in front of the dude, and Claude sat down and Eric sat on his lap. Claude ran his hands all over Eric's torso, arms, and thighs and eventually played with his nipples with his left hand, while slowly jerking him off with his right hand, all where the burglar dude could see them. When Eric had finished, he took the head harness off the dude, but I was interested to see that the dude was still looking up, on his own, eyeing what Claude and Eric were doing. I went into the other room and returned with the tube of fuck lubricant and some salve. I rubbed the salve on the dude's reddened bottom, using sensual circular motions, and I was gratified to see him slightly raise his butt and go with the motions. I cleaned up what Crisco I could get to with his torn shirt and then applied the fuck lubricant, without going too deep. I was happy to see that his cock seemed to be growing a bit. I leaned over him from the back and massaged his shoulders and back muscles some more and spent some time tracing the swirls of his tattoos. Then I folded my body on his, letting him feel my hard cock against his butt. My cock was lodged in his big butt crack, and I did some stroking there up toward the small of his back. His butt was so bulbous that I could fuck him right where I was and think I'd entered him. While I was stretched out along his back, I snaked my hand under him and found his nipples. I started gently kneading them and running my hand around his chest and down to his belly. I was happy to see that he lifted his chest and belly a bit off the bench, to the extent he could, to give me more room to fondle him. I brought my lips to the side of his neck and kissed him there. Then I gave him a few love nips there and whispered, "It's OK, baby. It's going to be OK. You're going to enjoy this." His body gave a slight shudder, and then I could feel him relax under me. Eric got up out of Claude's lap and walked up to in front of the dude. "I'm going to take this gag out. But if you scream or say anything at all, I'm going to put it right back on. Do you understand?" The dude nodded his head. Eric ripped the tape off around the dude's head, which made him tense up again underneath me. He then took the jock strap out of the dude's mouth, and he ran his tongue around his lips. And we noticed then that he had quite a large mouth, and full lips. Eric couldn't resist. "Okay, now I'm going to give you a kiss, and you're going to take what I have here between my legs for you. Right? Or the jock strap goes back on." The dude tensed up and started to say something, but all it took was Eric to raise the jock strap to shut him up. Then Eric put his lips on the dude's and gave him a kiss. But he pulled right back. "That ain't any good," Eric said. "You aren't leaving here until I'm convinced we've queered you. Convince me." He went to the dude's lips again, and this time the dude opened his mouth to him, ever so slightly, and I could feel him starting to relax again under me. I was still working on his nipples and belly, but I could see that Eric had taken the dude's lower lip into his mouth and was sucking on it, and then, when the dude opened up more, Eric's tongue went in, so I pulled back my right hand and scooted back a bit along his body until I could get my hand between his legs. Success. His cock had swollen and was coming to attention. I encircled it with my hand, and he tensed and shuddered and then, as I began to stroke him, he calmed down again. I came off him and knelt behind him. I could see that the lubricant was doing its magic and his hole was loosening up. I continued to stroke his dick, giving him a loose hand job, as I rolled and pulled gently at his humongous balls with my other hand. I looked up to see that Eric was standing now, holding his hard on in front of the dude. "Now I want you to suck this, Eric said. And I want you to play nice, nice." the dude whimpered. "If you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, you are going to regret it. Hear? Now, you don't have to take it in far. But if you don't go with me on this, I'll let Claude at you. Now you wouldn't want this, would you?" I stood up and in time to see Eric's cock go into the dude's mouth up to the edge of the head. "Now a little sucking. Yeah, yeah. No, that's too hard. Yeah, that's better; now your tongue on the piss slit. Yeah, that's good. Oh yeah, yeah. Now, a Little farther in. Ah, yes, work those nice big lips, baby. No, no, you don't have to gag. We haven't even gotten started yet, baby. Breathe through your nose. There, There, I'll just hold it until you get the breathing down." I returned to the crouching position behind the dude. I sat down under his dangling cock and turned around, and took him into my mouth. So thick, so nice. He was uncut, and I slid his foreskin back with my teeth, which made him shudder. I ran my tongue around his dick head, and his butt twitched. From Eric up front, "Tighten your mouth and lips. I want to feel you all around me. But lips over teeth, I don't want you to bite me now. There, better. Here, now I'm going to move your head into a better position. Get your tongue under my dick. Ahhh. That's nice. Now slowly, taking more of it. No, no, don't even think of gagging. Remember to breathe from the nose. There, that isn't so bad. Oh Baby, that feels so good. Now, I'm going to hold your head still and we're going to get a little action going. No, don't try to pull away from me. I'll do the moves. Ahhh. Yes, yes, yes. You're going to get so good at this. Such a nice, sweet mouth, such big, nice lips. Ah, there, innnn, outttt, innn, outtt. Yes, you're doing fine. Innn, outtt. Now a little deeper. Innn, outtt." I could hear the rhythm and almost feel it, and was able to duplicate it on my end. The dude was trying to take over the stroking now, but I held his butt in place with my hand and continued on the pace that Eric was setting. This all was just too much new excitement for the dude to handle, though, because he suddenly tensed and just shot off down my throat, in three big globs. "Yes, going for broke now." Eric apparently was about finished at that end. "There, didn't think you could take it all, did you? There, there. Oh God, yes, yes, YES! Now, for future reference, it's always so much more appreciated if you tongue it clean. No, no, don't gag. It's good protein. There, yes. Tongue around the head. Ahh, yes. I just might cum again. No, just joking. And kiss it nicely, thank you. There, now that wasn't so bad, was it? But just remember that the next time you decide to come through my window." Show time for me now. I stood up behind the dude and brought the head of my cock up to his now-loosened hole. The first touch of the lubricant gave me a very pleasant sensation. I was only half hard now, so I just played for a minute back there. I slapped my rod on and around his butt hole a couple of time, and then I put it up to his hole and did what Claude had done for me. I inserted just the knob and then, with my right hand moved it around slowly right at the entrance of the hole in a circular motion. The dude stiffened under me. I reached down between his legs with my left hand and tickled his balls and rolled them a bit and pulled at them gently. Then I went in a couple of inches and stopped. Once again with the circular motion, Then, I put my right middle finger under my shaft and slowly pushed it into his hole. Then the two fingers on either side of that slid in on either side of my shaft. He wiggled his butt a bit and I heard him moan. The moaning increased when my index finger found his prostrate and started a rhythm pressure. He shot a load again on the floor. Pretty fast recovery, I thought. I withdrew the fingers as I pushed in a couple of more inches. I stopped for some more circular motion and then some side to side, as I moved my weight back and forth on my feet. I waited for him to open farther, which he did, and then I just slid right in up to his pubic hairs. In the same motion, I brought my body back down along his and reached under him in search of his nipples. He started to moan, but stopped abruptly, which made me look up. Claude had come down to his mouth and was kissing him deep. I rested there for a brief moment and then started a slow but deep fucking. Pulling almost all of the way out and then slowly pushing back in to the root. I could feel him pushing his legs out as far as he could, doing all he could to take me all in. Innn, Outtt, Inn, Outt, In, Out, and then a pumping motion. Slow and deliberate at first and then faster, faster, faster . . . until I couldn't hold it any longer, and on my last retraction, I pulled all the way out, and our cum mingled on the floor as he came yet once more. I gave his butt and friendly little pat, as I pulled away, and said "There, you're one of us now. And don't deny it. I know you enjoyed that." "So, I guess we're finished here," Eric said, with a smile, as I stepped back and cleaned myself with the burglar's shirt. Claude was sitting there on the other bench, playing with his cock, keeping it hard. "That wasn't so bad, was it, now?" Eric clucked, as he went around the bench press, uncuffing the dude and pulling away chains. The dude awkwardly came up off the bench, his legs still spread wide, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked a little dazed and like a wounded animal, not knowing which way to leap to safety. "But," Eric said, punctuating the "but," "aren't we forgetting something?" "Yep," Claude spoke up. "You made this dude a promise that we'd give him something to remember not to try this house again." The dude looked frightened and tried to bolt for the door, but Claude was on him in a flash, picking him up in a bear hug that took his feet off the floor, and carried him to the other end of the room, where there was a pool table. Claude slammed the dude down hard on his back on the pool table, which took the wind out of the man. Eric ran around to the other side of the table, grabbed the dude's wrists, and pulled them taut above his head and out. Claude had his hands around the dude's waist. The dude started cursing loudly, and Claude backhanded him across the mouth. The curses subsided into moaning and whining, but the man tried to stand up, which was very hard to do pressed between the table top and Claude. Claude backhanded him again across the mouth, pulled the dude's left leg up, ran his hand up behind the knee and push the leg up and then down and out toward the table top. Then, with his right hand, Claude grabbed his cock, moved it to the entrance of the dude's ass, and plunged it in one great thrust. The dude screamed and lifted half off the table despite the restraints. Claude backhanded him again, grabbed for his other leg, and lifted it up. He had the dude's legs pushed out there like they were a wishbone, ready to be split. I really felt sorry for him. The dude was writhing and bucking under the pressure, but Claude just ignored him and pushed and pushed and pushed until I saw he was all the way in. Then he just banged away for what seemed like an eternity until he jacked off in several different shudders and fell across the body of the now nearly unconscious dude. Eric let go of the limp arms and reached over and lifted Claude's head and the two enjoyed a deep kiss. Claude pulled himself up and out of the dude, and I could hear the plop as he exited and see the tiny rivulet of blood streaming out of the dude's ass. "Bet he won't rob any house on this street again," Eric said, as he walked around the table. "What shall we do? Just toss him out with the garbage? "No," Claude said. "I rather enjoyed that. Put those cuffs back on him, and we'll hang him from the rings for later use." Eric complied, and we all left the room in search of another shower and a cool drink.

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Toons from Space! Amanda Molly crept into the bedroom on all fours, her lanky, feline form easily adapting to the altered gait. It was so easy to move like an animal, and it made her feel even more predatory. She was a sneaky sexual predator with a particular prey in mind. Her experience in the woods had lasted for hours, her brother and his girlfriend having long since headed to bed. They'd left a few slices of pizza on the counter, which tasted like sawdust until Molly had held them long enough to make them real, then they had become absolutely delicious, and fun. She'd heated them up in the microwave, and played with all the melty cheese for awhile. She didn't know why, but it was something instinctual, and it had been fun. Even though she'd somehow managed to tie herself up with the cheese from one slice and had to eat her way free. The lioness had let a bit of air out of herself, as she kept hitting her head against the tops of doorframes, light fixtures, and in one case the ceiling. She'd staggered around, seeing stars circle her head before she shook them away. She missed being big, but once the entire house was made real; it would be easily molded in order to fit her at whatever scale she wished to be. The low ache in her loins had developed into an almost growling sexual hunger. Molly closed the door behind her with her tail, creeping slowly towards Amanda's bed. Molly had to stifle a giggle as she slithered across the floor like a snake, another one of those weird, instinctual things that made her feel good. She slipped up into the covers at the base of the bed, the scent of the sleeping woman strong, but still dull to her keen feline nose. She would soon change that. Amanda slept in nothing more than a pair of panties and one of Jeremy's t-shirts. With two quick motions with one of her retractable claws (that oddly didn't damage her gloves at all), the woman's nethers were no longer guarded. Molly paused for a moment, thinking. Amanda was more like a girl in her mind than a woman, she was immature, snobbish, prone to fits of temper, and compared to Molly somewhat underdeveloped. The lioness's physical development was that of a young woman a few years older than Amanda. The thought brought a fanged grin to her face, as she rather liked the turn of events. Her sex had begun to leak, small droplets dripping onto the bedsheets, beginning to spread rapidly, giving the sheets the proper color and texture. All the excesses were stripped away until nothing was left but the essence of what they were supposed to be. Amanda made a soft noise in her sleep, detecting the altered texture of her bedclothes. Molly purred softly as she ran her hands over the girl's smooth legs, Amanda being fastidious about having a complete lack of hair everywhere save for her head. She recalled the smooth feeling of her skin before she was given fur, and wondered if she should make Amanda's skin perfectly smooth forever more, or go the other way and grant her fur like Molly herself sported. The girl let out a soft gasp, Molly's touch inspiring her to spread her legs. Even in slumber she behaved in the manner of a slattern whore. It didn't bother Molly as much as it once had. Amanda was a slut, and once Molly had stripped away the disguise and revealed the real woman underneath, everyone would know that. The lioness licked her lips, lowering her head slowly towards the human's sex. Amanda was so full of potential; it left Molly conflicted as to what to do. Should she coax out the inner reptile in Amanda? Making her cold, sleek, sinuous, and sexy, or perhaps something of the mammalian sort in nature? Hot-blooded, covered in soft fur, and prone to periods of intense, needful, lustful heat. Yes, that seemed more akin to her nature. But how to advertise her slick and smooth nature? Amanda seemed a sort of con artist, trying to worm her way into Jeremy's life in order to pad her own nest. Or actually perhaps, to provide her with such a nest from which she could go out and continue her slattern ways. As Molly began to lick a wicked thought appeared in her mind; the perfect way to advertise Amanda as exactly what she was. The lioness ran her rough tongue over the human's netherlips, feeling them already growing slick with moisture. She wrapped her paws around the girl's rump, pulling her closer to Molly's mouth; Amanda began to moan in her sleep, her dreams taking on an erotic tone. The lioness's tail twitched as she drove her tongue deeper, lapping at the human's inner walls. Amanda was growing more awake and conscious with each passing second. But it was too late for her to do anything, the altered color that denoted Molly's new reality had begun to creep across her body. Her tanned skin became a uniform mocha in color; its well cared for smoothness becoming an inherent quality. Molly could see this with her feline eyes, ideally adapted for sight in dark places. She ran her paws over Amanda's brown belly, coaxing the changes onward. She wanted Amanda to be made completely a part of her world before she awoke. The lioness licked forcefully at Amanda's cunny, feeling the girl's hands moving beneath the covers, settling upon her head. Amanda half consciously was coaxing her on, wanting more and wanting it more intensely. The cartoon lioness was only happy to deliver, shifting her focus from Amanda's sex to the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The act made the girl cry out with pleasure, her fingers gripping Molly's mane, pulling the lioness even closer against her. Molly could feel Amanda's body opening itself for opportunity; the opportunity to be shaped into whatever Molly desired. "Slut," Molly whispered, "You're a slut, you're going to be a slut, a whore, a harlot, a lustful, brazen beast of a woman that lives for sex. Men, women, or anything in between you'll crave them, long for them, need them." And with that she planted a kiss upon Amanda's netherlips and exhaled a deep breath from her lungs. Much as Molly had earlier, Amanda's form began to inflate with the lioness's breath. This act pulled her fully into the realm of the awake and she tore the covers off the bed, exposing the cartoon lioness that was lapping at her sex. The first change was her skin, the mocha tone darkening even further to a rich, deep chocolate in some places, in others it remained the same coffee cream shade, especially on her belly and breasts. Her nipples grew, and thickening and elongating as they grew erect; the cool night air upon them making her gasp with delight. She tried to pull Molly from her groin but the lioness was too strong and insistent. Molly merely extended her claws, lightly pricking Amanda skin. From the pinpoints spots of near-black formed, matching spots spreading down the upside of her legs and appearing on her rump. Another exhalation from Molly made Amanda arch her back in bliss and pull her hands from the feline's head, instead gripping the bed covers. Molly pulled Amanda up as she exhaled to allow for the former human's tail to emerge. It was a very long breath, Molly going so far as to reduce her size and shape in order to assure the perfect form. It was long, it was thick, and it was soft and squishy; more like a pool toy filled with foam than an actual appendage. Soon though Amanda would have feeling inside it as well as control. The transforming human fell back onto her squishy new appendage and it made her gasp as she felt it. Molly pulled back for a moment, taking in deep breaths to put her back at her proper size for she continued to inflate Amanda. The sexualization came next, the girl's lips, bust, hips, and rear puffed out further even then Molly had given herself. The lioness wanted her new toy to advertise her gender and sexuality. She wanted to make sure people would see Amanda as a whore and a harlot from a mile away. Amanda threw back her head and howled with bliss, Molly's desired changes now taking root in her mind as well as in her body. Her body also continued to alter to suit her new role and identity. Her nails darkened and lengthened, reshaping into short, blunt, black claws, her ears growing larger and moving higher up upon her head as they took on a smoother, more rounded shape. Her skin as a whole seemed to grow even smoother to the point where it began to reflect the moonlight that shown into the room. She panted and wrapped her legs around Molly's neck, grinding her sex against the feline's snout. She was still confused, not understanding exactly what was happening to her, but it felt so good and anything but felt as this did in her increasingly sexual mind meant that it was something she should be doing. "More, I want more!" Amanda cried. Molly was only too happy to oblige, sending another breath into the new toon-animal. This one made Amanda moan and growl with sheer animal delight. Her legs let out a series of soft little pops as they reshaped themselves into a more bestial form. Her feet puffed up to become thick, heavy cartoon paws with even larger claws. Her face puffed outward as well, extending into a short muzzle. Amanda looked down at her lover, her gaze half lidded with lust as her transformation completed. She let out a soft, satisfied moan as the final touches were added to her form. Her artificially bleached blonde hair became her natural color with mocha streaks running through it to match the brown and tan pattern upon the toon skunk's body. "Don't you just love this, Amanda?" Molly asked, "Isn't this just the most beautiful you that you could ever imagine?" The new skunkette licked her lips and looked over her lovely latex form, "No, we can do little bit better." She said with a grin. "And by better I mean bigger." "Oh yes, we can do bigger," Molly said with an answering grin, "Much, much bigger. But only if you promise me something." "Anything!" Amanda cried, "Whatever it is you want, I'll agree to it eagerly, just make me bigger and more beautiful." Molly laughed, "Then you'll be mine, won't you? Be my sweet, slutty, little whore of a skunk?" The lioness ran her tongue over the near-black nub, making Amanda just about scream with pleasure. "I'm yours," Amanda cried, "Your sweet little slut of a skunk, ever and always, please make me huge!" Molly was only happy to oblige. -o- The lioness lay on the floor, panting, her body completely and utterly deflated, having put a great deal of effort into giving Amanda the huge curves she desired. Though it wasn't quite the effort that had made the lioness weary but the complaining. "Mmm," Amanda hummed, a bit of a whining lilt in her voice, "It doesn't feel right." She said, giving her half-again-the-size-of-beachballs boobs a squeeze. Molly had been gasping and trying to regain her breath, but the comment had just deflated her emotionally as well as physically. Even as her sextoy Amanda could still be annoying. "Oops!" the skunkette said, kneeling beside her mistress, "Let's see here..." she reached into the pockets of the lioness' labcoat, removing a string of handkerchiefs, a dust bunny (which scampered off under the nearby bed), a wallet out of which several moths flew, a steamer trunk (which she'd thrown across the room, which had opened upon contact with the wall and revealed a load of skimpy clothes), a bowling ball, a stethoscope, a brass urn emblazoned with the word "HOFFA," and then finally the bicycle pump that the skunk had been searching for. With a giggle she stuck the nozzle into her mistress' mouth and gave a few rapid pumps, getting Molly back up to her fighting form. "Sorry, mistress." The brown and cream skunk said, a bit of red creeping across her features, "I know you've done so much for me, and this feels SOOO good..." a long, licentious tongue slithered from her muzzle and giving a huge lick over one of her massive breasts, the sound of an inflated balloon being rubbed came to mind. "These feel so good, and they're SOOO sensitive," Amanda moaned, her clawtips tweaking her chocolate toned nipples, "But it's only part of the way. They don't FEEL big when you grope them." She said, grabbing Molly's gloves handpaws and forcibly pressing them against her chest. The skunkette moaned happily and pressed hard against Molly's hands, nearly bucking her hips at the erotic sensation. It made the lioness grin; she loved the way Amanda was showing her true colors. The skunkette openly sought sexual pleasure and found no shame in getting off any way she could. Molly pinched her pet's nipples, Amanda letting her pleasure be known as the additional air rushed out of her. Her knees went wobbly and she collapsed into Molly's arms. She grinned and wrapped an arm around her mistress' neck, pulling her into a kiss. "Oh mistress, I think I just had an air-gasm." She said with a lustful giggle. Molly purred and helped her pet back to her feet. The lioness sat on the bed, trying to figure out how to get Amanda the bountiful beautiful balloon-y breasts she desired, but without the balloon aspect. Couldn't fill her with air. So then maybe... The lioness grunted and swatted Amanda's thick tail out of the way as the skunk bent down to pick up some of the clothing debris that caught her fancy. Amanda giggled and rubbed her rump against the lioness' knees, earning her a playful growl and a swat. The skunkette donned a pair of opera length leather gloves with red laces, slipping on a similarly colored choker, a sports-bra type top of the same coloration going on last. Once more Molly found her train of thought derailing, with accompanying sounds, as Amanda squeezed her ample bosom into the garment, with the use of a shoehorn and a crowbar. A black leather microskirt completed the outfit. The clothes did nothing to hide Amanda's features, the outline of her constantly erect nipples could easily be seen through the top, and the slightest movement would expose Amanda's crotch. And if she bent over? All bets were off, her tail kept the skirt chronically lifted, and due to her whorishness Amanda's tail was also chronically lifted. There were a few bits of makeup in the trunk as well, which Amanda put to work, adding lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara. Molly found herself just about drooling at the sight of the sexy skunkette as she found a pair of hooker heels designed to fit her large, toonish paws. She sighed happily as the last bit of her 'uniform' was slipped into place. "Oh that feels so much better..." she purred, admiring herself in the mirror, cupping her full breasts and giving her skirt-clad rump (the top half at least) a slap. "Fuck, I bet if I walk down the street I'll be making all the boys jack off right there." She said, a delighted gleam in her eye showing that she would love to do just that. Molly began to giggle, but then paused, "Jacking! That's it!" she said with a grin, leaping from the bed and dancing with Amanda for a few moments before taking her pet by the hand and running from the room, the toon skunk flapping in the breeze behind her. "The same hand motion you make for a jack, you make for an old fashioned water pump. And we have an old water pump in the stables! I bet I have a fire hose in one of my labcoat pockets somewhere." Molly said with a giggle, "And then we can get those tits of yours as big as you want!" Amanda cried out in pleasure at the thought, "Oh that is going to feel so wonderful, that cold metal nozzle in my pussy, and then all that nice, cool water. Flowing up my hot, horny cunt, into my womb, and then with a little squish, making it go just where I want it." Molly stopped, her high speed dashing having taken them just outside the empty stables. She turned to glare at her skunk-toy, "I wasn't planning on stuffing it in your pussy, Amanda." The skunkette looked like someone had eaten her puppy, but Molly smiled and ran a gloved hand through Amanda's hair, "But now that you mention it, I think that'll be more fun for the both of us." The skunk giggled with glee and slipped her hands beneath her mistress' lab coat, caressing her breasts as she sought out the inner pockets, "Mmm... let's see if I can find that firehose..." she said, slowly lowering herself down. Molly began to purr as the skunk began to lap at her netherlips, "Oh dear, it appears that there's a bit too much heat here. I better put this out before this nasty fire spreads." The lioness leaned back against the stable wall to prevent herself from falling over; her plaything was so enthusiastic and wonderfully skilled. Getting her properly inflated and fully into her 'true' form could wait a few minutes. There was always time for a little fun. "Amanda, it's three in the morning," said a sleepy voice, accompanied by the sound of sandaled feet being dragged across the lawn, "I don't mind if you and Amy have a little fun, but the two of you sounded like a friggin' freight train right next door and..." The beam of a flashlight outlined the lioness and the skunkette, Amanda didn't stop her licking for a moment at the disturbance. Molly purred, her black lips pulled apart to reveal a fanged grin. "Hello, big brother," she purred, sexy and sultry, "Is that a fire hose in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"

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Title: 18 Master Ch. 14: Vacation Night Tags: chains, gang bang, protocol, service, gangbang, group, group sex, bdsm I don't know how long I slept but I guess it was most of the afternoon. I was still naked, and in chains. I was exhausted. I was very hungry. I managed to sit up and look around. There was a covered plate on the floor next to me, which turned out to be apples and cheese and OH THANK GOD chocolate. It's been ages since I've had chocolate. I nurtured the small, dark lumps and shared them out over the apples and cheese, both decadent treats in their own right. My feast cheered me up tremendously, so I didn't even mind when two guards came and found me, satiated and carefully assessing my backside. I could feel welts, dozens of raised marks, but no broken skin. I've never been beaten like that before! I hoped my Masters were taking notes. I wouldn't mind if the torture sessions at home were more like that. I replayed what I could remember of the dungeon as I blew the two guards. The memory of the whip cracks made me horny and I sucked so hard on the guards that they blew in just a few strokes. I thought they were taking me back to the shower area to sluice me off and scrub me and fuck me more, but we passed that area and ended up in more of a large spa area, with bubbling hot tubs and still pools and a sauna. Five other women, naked and chained like I was, lounged in the various pools, but all apart from each other. I remembered them from the dungeon, and they had marks to match mine. "Don't get too close to the other slaves," the guard ordered. "You'll just be tempted to talk. You'll be sorry if you do." I nodded and went to one of the vacant pools, one that looked steaming hot. It was tricky navigating the steps in with my ankles still shackled, but it was worth the effort. The water made my welts sting but then the bubbles helped soothe everything else until I almost dozed off in the water. I guess it was good there were so many guards ogling us, to make sure we didn't drown. I don't know how much later, but the man who took possession of me when I arrived, the man with the blue eyes, came into the spa. He still had the diamond earring, which I guessed now was some sort of rank symbol. "Slaves! Attention! It's time for your server training for the evening banquet. If you learn your training well and quickly, you'll be fed before the banquet. If you don't perform well, you'll serve hungry. Guards, bring them to the training room." We were hauled, dripping, steaming, from our pools, and one more from the sauna. Those of us who were damp were roughly toweled dry. They chained the metal collars together, shortest to tallest so I was the front of the line, and then they attached another chain, which the guard used to lead me out of the spa. This part of The Castle seemed a lot more utilitarian than the dungeon and dining areas I'd seen. I guess this was "backstage" and they didn't have to try so hard. The training room could have been almost any break room in Anywhere USA. Linoleum flooring. Folding tables. The only things that weren't standard corporate issue were the small, rectangular velvet pillows on the floor, where we were told to kneel after they unchained our necks. Diamond Earring informed us that he was the Protocol Master of The Castle and talked us through what the banquet would be tonight. I'd never done any kind of formal service, so I was feeling very overwhelmed as I tried to remember how to hold the trays and offer the utensils. We still had the manacles and chains on our wrists and ankles, which didn't make things any easier. A few times I used the wrong hand or turned the wrong way and got a hard slap from a ruler for my mistakes. There was a brunette with tight, curly hair who looked particularly graceful as she handled everything so I tried to copy her as much as I could and then I got hit less. I guess we all did well enough because we were fed chicken and vegetables before we were taken back to have our hair and makeup done. Well, the other slaves were taken for hair and makeup first. I noticed they had square medallions around their necks, not the round "all access" pass I had been given. Diamond Earring kept me after class to fuck me in the ass before he let me get made up for the evening. As he fucked me, he kept stroking the welts on my back, enjoying my squeals of discomfort. I was relieved when he shot his load in my and turned me lose to get ready. The makeup experience was a lot like the night before, lots of pinching and groping and a little fingering but the stylists and make up artists seemed too busy to fuck me. I think they were too concerned about us ruining our lipstick to make us blow them. The makeup was heavier tonight - dark lips, eyes made to look anime huge with sweeping false lashes, rouged nipples and shimmering powder on our tits and ass. They "dressed" us in more chains, delicate jeweled strands that draped across our chests and cleaved ass and cunt, with especially big jewels rubbing our clits. Our hair was fluffed and curled and set with shimmering spray. They led us into the banquet hall, the six of us plus a few others. The hall looked like it was straight out of a movie set. High ceiling. Stone floor. A long wooden table with pewter flagons and plates. 14 place settings, all along one side. There was space next to each chair, with one or more pillows on the floor. Our Masters awaited us, dressed in tuxedoes. We had been instructed to kneel on the pillow by our Master, which was complicated for me, having three. Master Tim was in the middle and he pulled his chair back so I could kneel in a sort of bubble, in the middle of the three. They all petted me and told me what a good girl I had been in the dungeon. I could hear some comments, though, from some of the other Masters. One said he thought it odd that I had three Masters, and another corrected him and said no, I had 18 Masters. "How is there enough of her to go around? Can't they each afford their own slave?" I peeked around and realized some of those men had two or three women kneeling by them, but we were the only set with just one slave and multiple men. Master Tim said, "Gentlemen, I know it's quite unusual, but she is such a slut that it really works out well having 18 cocks in her all day, every day." They laughed. I tried to keep my breathing calm and even, but I'm sure I blushed. Diamond Earring came by and told them I had done very well in serving class, which made my Masters happy but made me even more anxious. Usually I didn't have any choice in my actions, I was told when and where and how and had no leeway but to obey. Here there was so much to remember that I was afraid I'd forget something and make my Masters look bad. We were called to deliver the first course. It was easier for the other slaves since they just had one man to serve but I fumbled with the bigger tray and multiple dishes. I sloshed some soup as I carried it, and when I took the tray back, I was given a swat with a cane. I did better with the next course, a pasty that didn't slosh at all. The worst, though, was when I was taking my tray back from the pasty, a blond slave was coming back with a tray with a drink on it. She was looking at the drink, not at me, and walked right into me so we both dropped what we were carrying with loud clangs. Everyone stopped and stared. I wanted to sink into the floor. I wanted to explain, I wanted to tell them what happened, but I couldn't talk. I just stared at the floor, willing my tears to drip straight down at least so they wouldn't smear my makeup. "12! 17! Come forward!" Diamond Earring roared. A guard pulled my hands behind my back and dragged me to the front of the banquet all, while another pulled the blond behind me. We were made to kneel on the hard stone floor, no cushions for the klutzy slaves. They removed the decorative chains we'd been given, and it was odd to feel so much more naked without them, when they really didn't cover anything to begin with. "Well, Gentlemen, it looks like we get to the entertainment part of the evening sooner than usual. Let's start with punishment. 12! You weren't looking where you were going, were you?" Thank God she just shook her head and didn't actually reply, or I know it would have been much worse. As it was, after consulting with her Master, they agreed 10 strokes of the switch would be her punishment. A St. Andrews cross was wheeled in and 12 was chained to it, much like I had been chained this morning. I could barely see some of the thin welts on my ass when I looked, but the welts left on her ass by the switch were huge, and bruised. She screamed her little blond head off while they switched her. From my place in the front, I could see some Masters playing with themselves as they watched. One had his slave stroking his cock while they both watched, practically drooling. When they were done, they sent the blond back to her Master, who had two other slaves with him, a brunette and a redhead. The Master gave a look to his other slaves and as soon as the blond was in reach, the brunette pulled her head down, leaving her ass raised, and the redhead spanked her ass, hard, on top of the welts already there. As pissed as I was that she had made me mess up, I didn't like seeing what was happening to her. When they were done, she was dragged from the room, in obvious disgrace. Then it was my turn. "And what about this little clumsy cunt? What should the punishment be for Number 17? To be fair, she only dropped her empty tray because 12 ran into her. But we still can't let her go without some consequence. Gentlemen," he said, addressing my Masters, "we could punish her, or we could with your indulgence, have her fucked into atonement, for the amusement of all." I stared at the floor, not daring to breath. I didn't want either, but at least fucking I was used to. I heard some whispering, first from my Masters and then from the others at the table as an idea buzzed down the place settings. "Let's do both! Surely that would be doubly amusing!" It was Master Chris' voice. I felt my stomach lurch as he went on. "Let each of these fine Gentlemen here give her a swat with a riding crop and then use one of her holes for his pleasure. Then after that, let's have the domestic staff brought in to fuck her. For our further amusement." There was a round of applause at that suggestion. Two men with sapphire earrings came forward, pushing a tray that was full of rope. They removed the chains between my manacles and put a harness around me, hauling me up, leaving me dangling there. It was sort of like a Superman pose, except my hands were out to the side and my legs were spread wide, leaving me completely vulnerable. Of course my tits were just hanging there. Master Chris came forward to use me first. He gave me a swat on the ass with a riding crop that made me screech, then stuffed his cock into my mouth and started bobbing me back and forth from my suspended position. When he climaxed, he pulled out and squirted gobs of cum all over my lovely makeup job. Even before he was done, I felt another swat of the crop and felt a cock push into my cunt. The next one had one of the Sapphire men change the rigging, leaving my knees drawn in and my ass pulled higher, so he could fuck my shithole. One by one, the other Masters took their turns, if they wanted to. A few passed, and one of those looked down his nose at me, disgusted. But most seemed to put aside any revulsion they might feel in exchange for contributing to my punishment. The morning gang fuck had been a thing of beauty, as I floated from the high from the expert beating. The banquet fuck was cruel and endless, and as lovely as the morning had been, it still left me more raw than usual. At some point I could tell the Masters were done and they wall went back to their dessert and brandy and cigars, while I was still being fucked in every hole every which way. The riggers varied my bondage at times, sometimes causing a lull in the conversation as they put me in some particularly interesting position to be reamed, but eventually they started departing the room, taking their slaves with them, until it was just my Masters. Wait, my Masters, and three other women. I hadn't seen them come in, and my suspension had prevented me getting a good look until now, but there were three naked women, wearing triangle collars, and they were all sucking and fondling my Masters. Something snapped in me then. It had been one thing to endure this punishment for the amusement of my Masters, but they weren't even watching now. And while a particularly fat cock sought to plunge into my sore ass, they got up and left without even looking back. I howled. I bucked. I screamed. I seriously thought about using my exit word. But they were gone. What was the point? They had left me here, a piece of meat to be abused by the staff. I lost track of how many cocks that night. I stopped hoping it would be the last one. The cleaning staff came in to push the tables to the walls and wash the floor. They hosed me down, too, and I just hung there, limply, waiting for them to take their turns fucking me. The Sapphire riggers fucked me last, before they let me down. They had me compressed in rope, so every movement hurt everywhere, and they fucked me from each end, pushing me back and forth from cock to cock before spraying their loads all over me. I was a mess. Dripping cum. Dripping makeup. Dripping hair. Stinging welts. At least this time no one else fucked me on the way back to the cell. The guards actually looked a little sorry for me. I was certainly sorry for me. I curled into a little ball in my cell and cried myself to sleep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When someone woke me, it's good I was so groggy I couldn't say anything or I would have earned more punishment, and I don't think I could have taken anything more. I thought at first it was a guard coming to fuck me, but he put his hand over my mouth and shook his head, reminding me not to speak. Quietly, so as not to wake the other slaves in their cells. He picked me up and carried me, cradled in his arms, like I weighed nothing, which to a big guy like him I probably didn't. He took me through a series of hallways, and up several stone stairways, before having me kneel in front of a heavy wooden door. He knocked, waiting for a mumbled reply before melting away down the hallway. Master Chris took my hands and raised me up, leading me into his room, which looked like something out of a Henry the VIII movie. Huge wooden bed. Fireplace. Bearskin rug. I think it was actual bear! He wore a heavy, embroidered robe like King Henry might wear. I was so mad, and so lost, I didn't know what to do. Not that I could say anything anyway. I just knew if he fucked me, I was going to lose it, I was still so sore. He sat in one of the chairs by the fire and had me kneel in front of him, with my head in his lap. I held myself rigid, willing my body to speak where my mouth couldn't. He stroked my hair for a long time. Eventually I had to let go, letting my muscles relax, letting the sobs sneak out, until I was weeping into his crotch. He gave me a handkerchief and let me cry like that until I ran down. "You're angry with me." He said it as statement. I nodded. "Why are you angry?" I looked at him suspiciously. "You can speak in here, it's OK. Just not out there. Tell me why you're angry." I paused and collected myself. It was odd how difficult it was to talk, after just a short time of enforced silence. "You left me. All the times before coming here, you've let men use me, but you've always been there to watch. Or one of the Masters has. Here you just left me. Alone. And you weren't alone; you were with them!" "Yes, they offered us house slaves. I wanted to talk with one. OK, I did more than just talk, but I did talk with her, here." "It's like you don't care anymore!" "Oh, you have no idea how much I care," he whispered. And then he kissed me, hard, lips bruising mine. His fists clenched in my hair, holding me still while his tongue assaulted mine. "You were SO. FUCKING. AMAZING. So glorious. I didn't know what to say to you after that. But you were never alone, I was never not with you, not for one second." He took an electronic pad out of the pocket of his robe. He swiped on the screen a few times and handed it to me. I saw something like a security camera console, windows into places in The Castle. My cell. Empty. The banquet hall. Empty. The dungeon. Empty. The kitchens. A few bakers getting ready for the day. He reached over and swiped the screen and a video came to life. Me, in the guard room when we first arrived, sucking three guys. He swiped again. Me, in the shower, being scrub-fucked by guards. I could hear them, talking about what a slut I am, with my 18 Masters. Another swipe. Me, in the kitchen being fucked on the dessert table. Me, chained in the dungeon while I was whipped. Me, suspended from the ceiling in the banquet hall, surrounded by so many men you can barely see me, just patches of me covered in cum. I could hear my grunts and moans, too worn out to scream. "The video is part of the package," he explained. "Here, check this out." He took the pad back, swiped a few more things. I saw Number 12, hanging from her arms in her cell, being beaten by another guard. "We Masters decide what video we keep and what we share, but they film it all." He took back the pad, looking uncertain, like I've never seen him before. "I wanted so badly to pull you out of there and just fuck you myself. But I told myself I needed to see it through the end. I watched. I watched them contort you and crop you and plunge into you, one after the other. Glorious. You were GLORIOUS. But you were also exhausted. So, I let you sleep a few hours. Maybe I shouldn't have waited. I'm not waiting now!" He stared into my eyes as he said this. I didn't know what to feel. He gripped my hair again. "You are MINE. Say it! You are MINE!" "I am yours, Master" I said, quietly. "Whose?" He twisted my hair, making me cry out. "Yours! Master!" "Damn right, I'm your Master. And if I want to share you with every man in this city, every man in this state, I will do it. You're a whore. MY whore. You fuck anyone and everyone I order you to." He pushed me to the rug and forced my knees apart and back. He shrugged out of the robe and knelt there, naked, beholding me, his cock straining like mad to be inside me. He pinned my wrists to the floor as he plunged straight into me, balls deep in one shot. "MINE!" He pounded me. "Mine. Mine. Mine!" It was just a few strokes. Which was good, because each stroke was agony on my abused cunt. His face contorted. He grunted, and tensed, then groaned as I felt his enormous load of cum fill me. He froze like that for a minute, his cock still jerking and twitching inside me. Then he smiled like the dawn and pulled me up, hugging me close to him. I gasped as his hands brushed tender skin. "Here, let me get you something." He let me go, gently, and dug in his bag. He took out some tablets and brought me a cup from his bedside. "Tylenol. And water." After I took them, he helped me up and led me to the bathroom where he drew a tub of hot water. He washed me, gently, sponging away the cum of dozens of other men, washing their jizz out of my hair. Afterwards he dried me in the fluffiest towels I'd ever seen and led me to the bed. He stood me with my back to the bed and he lifted me by my hips like I was a feather, and then he climbed in after me. He turned out the bedside lamp and spooned me. "Master? May I ask a question?" "Yes, go ahead." "You said I'm yours. But there are all the rest of you. My other Masters. I'm still theirs, too, right?" He paused for a while. I'd almost thought he'd fallen asleep, but I could feel his breathing, still alert, so I held there, nestled in his spoon. Then he sighed and turned the light back on. He sat me up and turned me back around to face him. "Yes, you're still mine. And theirs. Ours. Our filthy little slut. And we love you for it. You make us so happy. I know we use you hard, fucking in the morning, fucking at work, fucking all night. I don't know how you put up with it, but I'm glad you do." He was staring at me intensely. I smiled, but I sensed there was more coming. "The Castle is very impressed with you. They expressed interest in buying you from us." I was stunned. "Is that... I mean, did we put something in my contract about that? I don't remember anything about you being able to ...sell me off?" "No, there isn't anything in the contract. Not that we'd do it. We could never sell you. That's not what this is about. But you know you have the option to terminate any time you want. You could terminate our agreement, just stay here tomorrow instead of going back with us. If you wanted to. You could sign a new contract, with them." I just stared at him. "It would be a lot of money. Probably twice what we've been able to pay you, maybe more. They use the house slaves hard here, but they compensate them well. And they would train you. I realized today in the dungeon, we really don't do much about training you, about using you all the ways you could be used." He sighed. "There are a lot of advantages for you, if you stay. You would meet some very influential men here. Most of the house slaves stay for a year or two and then become either a slave or a mistress to a wealthy man, or they find a patron who sets them up in business in return for sex." "So, when you said I'm yours...does that mean you don't want me to take their offer?" I held my breath. "God no! No, I don't want you to take it. I mean, not unless you really want to. If you'd be happier here, of course we wouldn't stop you! And we don't want to hold you back. It's a big honor to be asked. And you seem...so alive when you're getting the stuffing fucked out of you. I love watching you. I love watching you squirm and scream, and cum, and be filled with cum. And I love knowing that after all that, I can be the last one of the day. Shit. I'm making a mess of this. I was going to tell you about the offer tomorrow, after you'd had a chance to recover. I just had to see you tonight. I had to reclaim you." I couldn't seriously consider the offer. I was flattered. And intrigued. And terrified - as much as I loved getting fucked by 18 men pretty much constantly, there were a lot more than 18 men here. I also loved being the one woman, the one naked, cum-covered whore in the middle of the dog pile. Here I would just be one of many other slaves. "I don't want to stay here, Master. I want to go home with you. And the other Masters. At least until my contract is over." "But you know you could stop any time, not just for this. You can say the word and we'll make sure you get a good transition, a better job. You're not really a slave here." "I know. I don't want to stop. I love what we have." Well, mostly - there were definitely Masters I enjoyed, and Masters I didn't'. "I love being your fuck toy. It wouldn't be the same here. And the not talking thing is already old. I'm ready to be done with that!" "OK, then. I'm...glad. Relieved, really." He kissed me again, gently this time. He rolled me on my side and entered me from behind, spooning me, fucking me, rocking me to sleep on his cock. In the morning, my Masters took me home. I didn't look back. To be continued...

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Title: Friends, Enemies, and Exes Ch. 03 Tags: brainwashing, cuckquean, ex girlfriend, female submissive, harem, lesbian, male dominant, mind control, oral *Chapter Three* *Katie --* *I remember how it felt, way back then. I think of it every day. I dream and daydream and spend every waking hour in those memories. But I think of it happening now, in our adulthood. How one day you'll find me again, and take me. Mind, body, and soul.* *I watched you take the others. But you were always missing something. You left Lauren her body, everything she did was her own choice. You left Alex her soul, the girl never knew how much she really hated you. You left Lanie her mind, and even now she holds onto it. And Penny... poor little Penny. You left her everything.* *Charlie, this will not do. I know you were saving your best just for me, but now I think you've lost your touch. I need you to let go. I have to know you can go through with this, like you promised all those years ago. The time is almost up, remember? It will be ten years. New Year's Eve. I know you remember. Of course you remember.* *Don't hold back, Charlie. Exercise your power. And then we can be happy, all the time.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Lanie --* The moment Lanie tasted Charlie's cum, she remembered why she loved to please him so much. It was like soft hands caressing her everywhere, holding and protecting her. Her skin tingled, her muscles relaxed, she felt her eyes lose focus for a moment. Then she was on the ground. "Lanie," he said. "I'm going to fuck you." Her head was swimming. Lanie never remembered Charlie talking like that before. He was always sweet when they were intimate, even when he got excited and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. They would laugh and cuddle afterwards, make jokes like it was no big deal. This was so serious. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. Not a suggestion or a request. He was commanding her. But as soon as it reached her ears, it made sense. *Of course,* she thought. *Such a weird place for it, but I'm sure he has his reasons. I'm sure it's important.* Charlie bent her forwards over the counter top. Her chest fell into the sink in front of her, and she was watching her own face in the mirror. *I'm not the girl he dated anymore*, she thought. In high school, Lanie put little effort into her looks. She never stopped wearing her glasses, but she did pick nicer looking ones, and she learned what styles worked best with her hair and how to pick the right foundation. Her dark blue dress was tighter than anything she wore back then. Charlie was the only one who ever saw her naked, otherwise the general public might have thought she was just a plump girl without a decent body. But Lanie liked how she looked. Under her baggy outfits was always a curvaceous figure, nothing too big or small. Even on her more insecure days, she could count on a face of clear skin and glowing complexion. Looking at herself now, face blushing and eyes wide, Lanie thought she looked even better than when she left her apartment. In fact, she always felt this way after tasting Charlie's cum. The moment he entered her, she felt the pressure in her lungs as a scream forced its way out. She covered her mouth with both hands, knowing the hallways echoed endlessly. She'd always been loud, and the wooden bathroom door would never be enough to stop that kind of noise. Once she adjusted to having him inside her, she was able to take her hands away. But she gasped when he grabbed her hair and pulled back hard. Lanie could see her pale white throat in the mirror, so taut and exposed. Her moans came out a little more strained this way. He bent over and bit her ear, forcing another moan from her. Still holding her hair back, he growled quietly, "Tell me something, Lanie." "Yes, Master," she said. *God, I haven't said that in so long.* "Did you ever want to get fucked like this?" There was no use being shy now. He was pounding her hard now, though not so fast. She felt every inch of him leave her slowly, only to slide back inside in an instant. The sensation was divine, being filled so suddenly. Lanie hadn't felt a cock this thick since they'd broken up. "I thought about it," she said. There was no use lying. "I never thought it would happen." "You were too busy sucking my cock every single day," Charlie said. "You loved sucking my cock." Just the mention of it made her gush again. She could feel him entering her with more ease now. "Yes, Master," she admitted. "I love having things in my mouth. Your cock was always the best." In the mirror she watched Charlie point across the counter top. "Don't tell me," he said. "Tell her." Penny was there, sitting against the mirror with her fingers digging deep into herself. She moaned and panted, pouty lips agape as she watched her boyfriend fuck his ex. *Oh god,* she thought. *I'm his ex... he's my ex... and she's loving this.* "I loved sucking Charlie's cock," Lanie moaned. He started to fuck her a little faster. With every thrust, a part of her word would accent. "EVery SINGle DAY, *oh my god --* I LOVed it... I LOVe his COCK." Penny brought her hands to her mouth and tasted herself, letting her clean hand slide down to her clit and circle it furiously with four fingers. Charlie's cum was still all over her face, her dress, dripping down and soaking into the fabric. Charlie saw her staring. "Penny," he said. "Let her clean you up. Lanie, do not swallow." She was sad when he pulled his cock from her, but happy when he pulled her by the hair to Penny and pressed her mouth to the cum happy slut's cheek. Lanie stuck out her tongue and took big healthy licks, lapping up all the cum she could. It was already a few minutes old, but it tasted as warm and fresh as it would from the source. *That's amazing*, Lanie thought, hungrily sucking up every last drop. *God I missed this.* Each drop brought her closer and closer to cumming. She felt weightless, free and yet shackled. Her eyes involuntarily rolled into her head as Penny stole a kiss and stuck a cum-covered finger into Lanie's mouth. "Good girl," Charlie said. And then she was on her knees, looking up at him and sucking his beautiful thick cock, still covered in her juices. She did as he commanded, and left every bit of his seed in her mouth. He was saying something, but she couldn't understand. Suddenly the world sounded underwater, and far away. Lanie did not understand the words, but she did understand the way she felt as he said them. She was happy. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Penny --* Penny came at the same time as Lanie, but not nearly as hard. Charlie lifted her unconscious body gently and laid her on the countertop. *How did he do that? She was just sucking his cock and she was gone...* Perhaps it should not have been a surprise anymore. His cum just had that effect on women. Charlie tried to clean the both of them with the paper towels in the bathroom, and it helped some. But they would need real showers to look like anything but a recently-fucked whore. Penny had never seen herself like this before, but if Charlie was going to do this to her often, she would learn to love it. "Penny," he said. "I don't know if you'll understand what's happening but I'm going to try." He was trying and failing to rub the drying remnants of his semen off the front of her dress. "All the girls who taste my cum just end up obeying me. Every word I say. But the orders end up making sense to them anyway, like they could have come to the conclusion logically themselves. I don't know if it's too late for you to understand that." "I..." she wasn't sure what to say. Of course his cum could do that. This was Charlie. "Listen," he said. "Very carefully. I never let you taste my cum because I wanted you to be able to say no. But... that's over now. The least I can do is make sure you don't change because of it. I just want you to be happy." Penny blushed and smiled. "I love you," she said. "I want you to be happy too." He was so different to her now. As he spoke, he sounded like himself. Sweet, calm, cute. But what just happened was a side of Charlie she never knew existed. He was strong, he was commanding, he was confident beyond confident. An animal laid dormant within him all this time, and she never knew. *But fuck do I love it.* "Will this make you happy?" he asked her, referring to Lanie's body on the counter. She had a faint smile as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Penny felt her heart skip a beat. She'd loved every second of what Charlie did to that girl. Lauren was right. *Oh... Lauren.* "Master," she said. It sounded so right. "I want you to take whoever you want." "Be careful," he said. "Think about that." She touched his hands and held them tight, looking him in the eyes. "Whoever you want," she repeated. A gleam in his eyes sparkled for just a second. Penny felt herself slipping into desperation again. Heat rushed to her loins, she felt her chest tighten as she began to breathe harder. An image of Lauren and Lanie sucking his cock jumped into her mind's eye, and quickly Alex was there with them. Penny tried to remember the other girl he'd fucked in high school, the one he hadn't dated. But she couldn't. Penny went on, resisting the urge to reach for her clit again. "Please Master," she said. "Fuck them all... all the girls who tasted your cum." "All of them?" His eyes sparkled again. Quick flashes of dozens of girls popped in and out of her head, like a flipbook of blowjobs. They were all on their knees with Charlie's cock in their mouths, appearing and disappearing too quickly for Penny to know whether she recognized any of them, though she got the feeling that she did. *So many girls...* She was curious. "How many are there?" Charlie almost looked ashamed. "I didn't feel so bad about it at the time," he explained. "Master, I won't be angry." "Fifty," he sighed. "Maybe more." *Fifty...* "But my girlfriends were the important ones," he said. "The others were quick, some of them only once. I never did anything to change them. It was just... something I couldn't resist doing as a kid." Penny started to giggle. Charlie laughed a nervous laugh. He was confused. "Master," she said, taking his hand to her lip. She started to kiss his finger tips. "They have to taste your cum *before* they do whatever you say, right?" "Right," he said. "So that means you can't do it to someone who wasn't already willing to swallow your cum. That means every single one of those lucky girls wanted you." "You're right," he said. "And all you have to do now..." she said, "Well, you just give the order. Right?" His cock was still hard, still throbbing. It had a life of its own now. *I wonder if he can control that.* Just then, Lauren came into the bathroom, shock written on her face as she saw a sleeping Lanie with drool and cum leaking from her smiling mouth. "Charlie," she said. "Hello, Lauren," he said with a smile. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Katie --* *Oh Penny, you sweet girl. You love him so much. It's so much easier to reach into you. Until he's ready to take you, I'll be playing with you myself. I can already see how much fun you're having. I wonder how much more Charlie will tell you. There is so much more. So many fun little surprises. And I'll make sure each one is better than the last. You'll never go another day without cumming, little Penny.* *You really do love him, almost as much as I do. Perhaps if you'd come first instead, you would be the one reaching into me. But you didn't come first. I did. I hope you'll understand, dear Penny.* *When the time comes, you will have to go.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Lauren --* *Thank god,* she thought. *Finally.* Lauren was practically ripping her dress, trying to take it off at his command. She kicked her heels across the bathroom and felt her nipples harden, her mouth water. His cock was already out and at attention. *Fuck, is it bigger?* Finally Lauren was naked, kneeling, at eye level with his beautiful erect cock. She remembered every vein, every contour and angle. She was too happy to smile. Instead, she put on her obedient face, the one he loved. Lauren knew how she looked. Lips parted, eyes open and blank. She looked like a brainless little fuck toy with this face. Her heart skipped a beat as he throbbed. "How may I serve you, Master?" she asked. Penny giggled from the counter top. "Answer us some simple questions," Charlie said. "And then you can pleasure me." She nodded quickly. "Yes, sir." "Do you know if Ashley is here tonight? The short one." Lauren knew. Ashley and the rest of her annoying friends were all on the dancefloor gossiping about who got fat and who turned out gay. At least she still threw good parties at her parent's lavish custom home. "She is, Master." "Tell me what she's been up to, if you know." "Nothing different. She still parties all the time, mostly with the same people. Anyone who didn't move too far out of town hangs out at her place at least once a month. So many people are still stuck in high school." "Is she having a party tonight?" "Yes, sir." Charlie smiled, and Lauren felt the room warm up. "Did she do well, Master?" Penny asked. Her hands were wedged between her legs. She looked like she was trying hard not to masturbate. *I knew she'd love it,* Lauren thought. *Calling him Master already.* "She did," Charlie said. "Now for her reward." She wasn't expecting it when his hand reached down and smacked one of her large hanging tits. Instantly the pain prickled across her chest and down her spine. Lauren heard herself whimper and felt herself shudder. It was the pain she'd fantasized about reliving for years. The pain she could never recreate with anyone else. Just one slap, and every bit of joy she felt serving Charlie as his girlfriend returned. Lauren knew she would do anything to hold onto this feeling. "Thank you," Lauren whispered. *Slap!* "Thank you!" *Slap, slap!* "Mmmfff thank you, Master!" He turned her up by the chin so her eyes were to the ceiling, and started to slap her face with his rock hard erection. Here she was, a grown woman now, fully independent, confident and comfortable, being treated like a plaything once again. *What more could I want?* All of a sudden his cock was in her mouth again, jabbing toward her throat with true ferocity. Lauren tried to keep her throat open for him, inviting him to enter, but he never quite went far enough. *Fuck, please don't tease me like this...* Charlie grunted with each thrust, and moaned loudly when Lauren tightened her lips around him. It made him feel even better, of course, but it also amplified the sensation for her. The increased friction on her lips sent waves of pleasure deeper inside her mouth than he was reaching. *God, I could stay here forever...* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Alex* *--* She was grateful for the afterparty. Ashley never liked Alex all that much, but it was easy to avoid someone in a house as big as hers. Depending on who was talking, it had anywhere from a dozen to three dozen different rooms. No one could really tell when they were drunk, which everyone normally was at that house. The story was that her parents now only used it for family gatherings, and chose to spend most of their time summering in Paris and wintering in New Zealand. Such was the way of the wealthy. And while that might sound like heaven to anyone else, Ashley preferred to stay in her childhood mansion and drown herself in company and booze. *Well, at least people know her*. Alex had barely been recognized at Pleasant Valley. Only a handful of people seemed to remember her. Even the ones she was happy to see had trouble placing her name. Something about senior year must have been more memorable than her absence. The party was already in full swing when Alex arrived. The administering faculty promised that she would have time to enjoy the party herself, but the drinks were flowing so strongly that she'd only just finished when the lights turned on and the last song faded out. Here at least she would feel more comfortable. Everyone was here just to let loose, not to worry about who was living the best life since graduating. Just the simple change in environment made the whole night feel a lot nicer. And to her relief, she did not see Charlie at all. Or was it relief? All night, Alex ran through the possible scenarios. She could have thrown drinks in his face for how he'd betrayed her all those years ago, but that felt petty. She could have forgiven him too, but somehow that seemed even more pathetic. It was better not to care at all, and for the most part Alex was sure that she didn't. So what was this feeling? *You're horny*, she wanted to admit. But whenever the thought came up, she shooed it away. Of course she was horny, she was always horny. Alex could talk her way into any man's pants in ten seconds if she wanted, it was not difficult to get a man in bed. Still, she knew no one could fuck her the way Charlie did. Near the end of the reunion, she wondered if she would be able to resist him in her current state. A scenario ran through her imagination of him locking eyes with her from across the room, and without a word, beckoning her over to him. She bared herself for him, and he picked her up and lowered her onto his -- "Hey again!" Lanie was right in front of her, drink in hand, smiling. Before, at the reunion, she looked as confused as everyone else who managed to recognize her. "Hi," Alex said. *Better not to care. Move past it, be a big person.* "Sorry if I sounded rude earlier." "That's totally cool!" Lanie placed a gentle hand on Alex's shoulder, clearly loosened up already. "I was probably a bitch." "Not at all, I know it's weird that I disappeared." "Well you're looking great now. If it were something awful, you beat it. But come on, who cares about the past? How are you *now*?" That was sweet of her, and a relief. Alex couldn't imagine what would happen if anyone knew how she'd been de-educated for an entire year of her life. "I'm great," Alex said. "I'm just a humble bartender, but I can't complain." "It's a noble profession," Lanie said, raising the cup in her hand. Alex didn't remember her being this talkative. "Hey, I heard there's a swimming pool upstairs, we should check it out." "*Upstairs?*" "Yeah like an inflatable one, it sounds hilarious. Come on." Lanie took her by the hand and led her up the massive staircase in the center of the house. Alex was laughing just at how excited she was. Her memories of Lanie were mostly how bookish and shy she'd been. *Five years is longer than I thought.* Ashley's house twisted a few times as the halls gave way to more rooms. Alex tried to count, but Lanie got twisted around a few times in the process. There were sounds coming from one of the rooms, but Lanie dismissed it. "Definitely not that one," she said. "No water." Finally she shrugged and said, "Let's just start trying doors." The very first room they entered was the study, filled wall to wall with books and ladders to reach them. The fireplace was lit with a large roaring fire, and in the dim orange light, Alex saw three people at the velvet chaise lounge. The unmistakable sounds of fellatio reached her ears. "Oh fuck," Alex said. "So sorry." "Alex." *No. Oh no, it can't be.* Lanie walked right past her and pulled her dress high over her head. She wore nothing underneath it, and joined the three people on the lounge. She could see the girl giving head was completely naked, on all fours, ass pointed at the door. Another girl was lying on the chaise, still clothed in a black dress and choker. She rested her head gently on the man's chest as she watched the naked girl do her work. The fire flickered across his face, and although she could only see half of it, Alex knew she was looking at Charlie once again. "Charlie..." she muttered. Lanie sat on the other side of him, and he reached around her shoulder to cup her breast. Lanie sighed in pleasure. *What the fuck is going on?* "What does it look like?" he asked. *Did... did he hear me?* "Yes, I heard you." Alex realized she was walking toward him. She looked back, but Lanie had closed the door. Looking down at the girl on all fours, she realized that it was Lauren, his other ex girlfriend. The one lovingly tracing a finger around the buttons of his shirt was Penny, the pathetic girl that used to follow him around like a puppy. "Penny," he said, "Go find Ashley. I think I've come to like her house quite a lot." Happily, Penny hopped to her feet and left the room, smiling at Alex as she passed. "How did you... what did..." Lauren took her mouth away, and Alex laid eyes on his dick for the first time since her brain slipped. It glistened with saliva in the fire light, looking even bigger than before. "Want some?" Lauren offered. *Better not to care,* she remembered. And if she didn't care, if there was nothing to be mad about and nothing to hold against him, why not give in? Alex stripped. The other girls watched her without interrupting. In fact, they looked happy. *Just like I was,* she thought. Charlie beckoned her. She walked with trepidation to the chaise, and looked down into his brown eyes, looking golden with the reflection of the fire in them. He grabbed her by the ass, pulled her closer, and started to lower her onto his dick. He split her lips apart, easing into her with almost no resistance. "Dumb fucking cunt," he growled. *No, no, not that...* "One, two, three, four..." she whispered, almost inaudibly. "Dumb fucking cunt," he said again. "A, B, C, D..." "Dumb fucking *cunt.*" "Alexis... Alexis... Alexis..." Her eyes shot open. She looked down at Charlie, and he looked up at her. He'd stopped all the way inside her, twitching ever so slightly but not moving otherwise. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Good," she said. "I feel... like myself." "That's great," he said. *I'm still me,* she marveled. *Alexis, that's me. I'm okay, I'm okay.* She began to rise and fall on his dick, of her own accord. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Penny --* She wanted to stay and watch more, but she knew that Alex would not hesitate to please him. She was already on her way back, Ashley in tow. "They better not be touching anything," she said. "Daddy hates people being in his study." When Penny opened the door, the sound of screams cut across the room. Alex was bouncing on Charlie's cock, arms around his neck as she tried not to fall backwards off the chaise. Ashley grumbled and fumbled for the light switch. Lamps all over the room switched on, only giving the room a little more light, but it was enough that she could see clearly who was soiling the velvet. "*Charlie?*" He did not hesitate to take charge. "Ashley, strip." Still fuming, Ashley stepped out of her heels and slipped the strings she called underwear off before unzipping her dress entirely. She wore no bra underneath. "Get the fuck out of here!" she yelled, oblivious to the fact that she was naked. Or was she? Alex slowed down as her orgasm came to an end. Lauren was still on the ground, playing with her tits while she watched Alex grind slowly. Lanie kept her hand gently sliding over her clit. "Ashley, why did you take your clothes off?" "You told me to," she said, rolling her eyes. "And it was a good idea anyway." Charlie looked at Penny with amusement. He was just showing off now, but Penny loved it. He must have had so much fun with this when he first tried it out. "Ashley, you like that we're fucking in your father's study," he said. "Well duh," she responded. "I was just kidding before. This is totally cool." "Is that so? What's cool about it?" "Daddy is so protective of this room, like I fucking hate how important he thinks it is. You're totally sticking it to him right now." Penny found herself inspecting Ashley closely. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples big and brown. When she tanned, Penny remembered her skin looking olive. But now she was pale, probably from all the time she spent inside partying. Either way, she looked stunning. *I wonder if she's a good kisser...* "Ashley, turn around and kiss Penny," Charlie ordered. "What?" Penny asked, but before she could protest, Ashley had made contact with her mouth. As it turned out, Ashley was a very good kisser. Penny never kissed a girl until then, but after all that happened that day, it was not surprising to her that she enjoyed it so much. It was just one kiss, but she found herself wanting more. "Why did you kiss her?" Charlie asked. "You told me to," Ashley scoffed. "And she brought me here in the first place so I paid her back." "With only a kiss?" He spanked Alex hard on the ass and she yelped, then started to ride him just a little faster. "I think she might want more than that," Charlie said. "Ask her, and do whatever she tells you to repay the favor." Ashley shrugged and turned back to Penny. "How can I repay you?" she asked. This was different. All night, Penny basked in the power that Charlie had, giggling and dripping with lust as she watched him reconquer his ex girlfriends. But now, even in just this small way, Charlie gave *her* control of something. *I could say anything I want...* she thought. "I want to eat your pussy," April blurted. Ashley shrugged. "Sure, that's fair." She sat down beside Charlie and spread her legs. Lauren and Lanie giggled as she knelt down in front of the girl. Her pussy was completely bare; it looked recently waxed. The skin was so clean and smooth it even shined. Penny felt her heart racing, unsure of whether she could really go through with it. But as she looked up at Charlie, he smiled. Not with desire, but with love. Then she knew this was okay. She knew this would make him happy. Ashley did not make much noise, but she tasted wonderful. It was tangy, it was sweet, it was immeasurably more delicious than Penny could ever taste off her own fingers. The source was something else entirely. "Tell her about us," Charlie told her. "About the first time we hooked up." "You were dating her," Ashley said, pointing at the happy slut riding him. "And you came to my party and told me what a bitch she was being. So I said I'd take your mind off it." "And what did you do?" "I danced. Took off all my clothes." Ashley was breathing a little louder, sounding relaxed by Penny's tongue. "You asked if you could touch me and I thought that was sweet so I let you." "And the next time?" "My eighteenth birthday," she giggled. "Lots of guys fucked me that day." Penny felt her juices start to flow more freely, and the taste spread all over her tongue. "And how did that happen?" "You made me feel really good. You were really funny and charming. I just thought it would be fun to get laid as an adult for the first time, so I fucked you under the bleachers and you came in my mouth. Fuck... I forgot how much that made me cum. Does your cum always taste that good?" "What happened next?" "You told me to be a slut all day long. So I fucked a dozen more guys." Ashley put her hand on Penny's head and pushed her close. She stuck her tongue into Ashley as far as she could, and finally got a moan from her. "And how were they?" "Not as good," she said. "But still fun." "Cum," he said. Ashley grunted, and her knees shot up as she started to cum. Penny felt a small gush on her tongue, and the pulse of her pussy as the orgasm came over her. It wasn't long, but it was strong enough that Ashley giggled when it was over. "Girls," he said. "I'm going to talk with Ashley about her father's lovely home. I want the four of you to get more acquainted. Find a bedroom and fuck each other for half an hour. Then come back. And be sure to tell your favorite stories while you're having fun." "Yes, Master," they all said together. Penny looked at her Master's sluts and envied their nakedness. She realized she hadn't been naked at all since this began. As though they knew what she was thinking, the three of them started taking off her dress all at once. When it was off, Lauren and Alex bent down to untie her shoes. Lanie put her hands to Penny's neck to take off the choker, but then smiled and left it. Instead, she gave Penny a gentle kiss on the lips. *I can't believe it,* she thought. *I'm about to fuck three girls at once.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Charlie --* His power was stronger than ever. Things were happening that he didn't even speak aloud. It was as though simply thinking something, even without putting it into words, made it manifest. None of the girls were jealous anymore, though in the old days they would have torn one another's eyes out if this had happened. He knew they were not Rewired. But clearly something was keeping them happy. Ashley, on the other hand, was about to make his life much more comfortable. The moment Charlie saw all the books around him, he envisioned a comfortable life spent studying and developing his own theses. *I could make the world a better place, just by putting the right ideas on paper*, he thought. *And I won't have to worry about the money. Then I can focus.* The stubborn little rich girl was standing up straight, brow furrowed, legs quivering as he pinched her nipples. He remembered how sensitive they were, and how much easier it was to make her cum after playing with them for just a minute. He needed the timing to be just right, though, and that would mean fucking her just the right way. *It's been a while,* he knew. *Have to be careful.* He could sense how close she was. Charlie laid her down on the chaise facing down and took off his clothes. His cock hadn't stopped being hard since Penny took it in her mouth at the reunion. It was no issue entering Ashley. Her legs stayed together tight, and he thrust hard into her, making her ass jiggle each time. For such a small girl, she had a plentiful rear end. She bit into her arm involuntarily as he reached deeper into her than she expected. From this angle, he knew just where he was hitting. Normally, Charlie tried to stay out of this position. It made him cum too quickly. But now, it was entirely the point. Still, he had to change his pace, breathe deeply and think about something else as he tried his best to match his pleasure to hers. Ashley was easier to please, and he needed to slow down and bring her back a notch so that she wouldn't cum too soon. But eventually, he found the right timing, and they climaxed together. First, it was normal. She tensed and tightened around the thickness of his shaft, and he felt each and every spurt of his cum leave him, filling her pussy. But then, as their climaxes reached their zenith, they became one. Charlie stood in darkness, a part of Ashley that she was not aware of. From here, he could see everything that made her. The memories that built her childhood, the joys and angers that guided her behavior. It took a lot of creativity to Rewire anyone, but at least he had done it before. The question was not *how* to do it, but *what* to do. More often than not, the answer was to make himself the center of her world. The memories in which he existed were altered. Each one of them now made him a paragon of masculinity, maturity, and capability. If he left now, he would be the love of her life. Other memories in which he was never around were only changed slightly. Instead of thinking of Chad as a good lay, now she thought of him as nothing compared to Charlie. Memories of her masturbating were now about him, as were her girlhood crushes. If he left now, he would be the only man she would ever want to fuck again. But beneath his feet, he knew the ground he walked upon was *her*. Not just her memories, but the very foundation that they'd built. When he put his hands to the ground, he felt all the rage and angst that she still held onto. The voice that told her this person was full of shit, that person was an idiot, everyone needed to shut up when she was around. This was the hard part. Giving her a new voice. Even now, he wasn't quite sure how he did it. It just worked. Now, that voice was not an angry one. It was not bratty or angsty or demanding. It was responsible, sensible, liberated. The Ashley he needed would put her intelligence to real use instead of wasting it on alcohol. This voice would tell her that Charlie was the key to her happiness, and in return, she would make him comfortable. And of course, it would tell her to love his cock.

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Lake Drackia Named for the demi-goddess that resides in its depths and upon it's shores, Lake Drackia is a massive fresh water lake. The water from the lake, which pushes up from springs deep below, filters throughout the forest, giving life giving water to provide hunting grounds for many of the predators in the rainforests surrounding it. The lake floor rises in the middle, never breaking the surface, but coming within a foot of the surface for several miles. Known as the Nest of Drackia, this is where the demi-god was thought to have been born. The mud here is strangely filled with small glimmering stones or many colors, thought to be the shell of her grand egg. The lake is home to many kinds of brightly colored fish, crustaceans, frogs, lizards, and serpents. Though pretty, many are to be avoided, as they are exceptionally poisonous. This is much to Dessarra's amusement, making the most lethal creatures the most beautiful. Though with preparation, all are able to be eaten, and their poison gathered. Usually by cooking over a fire. The most lethal of the creatures in the lake however, is the Crystaline Turtle and its land based cousin the larger Adamantine Tortoise, though rarely larger then a foot or two in diameter, their powerful bites are lethal, not only with power but with poison content. They are one of the few creatures that has adapted to eating the easily seen lizards and frogs, and are natually immune to their poisons. Their birghtly colored shells are as hard as steel, and can be harvested quite easily, suitable for use as shields. The Adamantine Tortoise, however, has a shell composed of plates, which after it's death can be easily pried apart. It is thought Dessarra created these creatures to avoid the need for such land scarring and environment destroying act of mining. Lake Drackia is also home to the fearsome Monstrodiles, huge, fearsome crocodiles that will attack nearly anything. They eat whatever they can, though thankfully they don't eat very often. They spend most of their time buried in the mud along the shores, sleeping. They're awakened primarily by noise and movement, signalling easy prey nearby. Unique to the realm is the beast known as the Glide Shark. These cat sized, flying predators have an appetite for the birds of the realm, and their eggs as well. They're rather comical, looking like small sharks with their pectoral fins replaced with bat-like wings, and small gripping legs in front of their tail. They're usually harmless to anything that isn't a mouse, bird, or other small, edible creature. Like many of the other creatures in the forest, they come in a rainbow of colors and patterns, and make a ridiculous cute 'meep'-ing sound when contented. The lake is also home to several plant species. Titan Water Lillies are huge, floating plants that also has sweet smellign blooming flowers, and sweet clusters of berries resting under the surface. The most unique feature however are the huge leaves that float on the surface, reach capible of bearign several hundred pounds. Many animals have found that they provide passage between areas, and serve as shelter from the water shy Tiguars. The shores and shallows also bear thick crops of edible greens, lush sea cabbage, and water turnips. Forest of Leviathans The Forest of Leviathans is named for both the titanic trees, and the hgue predators and prey that call it home. The forest is both a beautiful and strange place, home to an ecosystem that is seen nowhere else in the world. Huge trees stretch for hundreds of feet into the air. One might find travrsing these forests confusing, as 'ground' seems to be a relative term. Towering the highest are the Carpet Vine Tress. Not true trees, they are instead a tangle of lesser vines, eventually having grown together to provide mutual support, pulling themselves up higher and higher in search of light, up so several thousand feet in the air. The central aspects of the forest, the Carpet Vine gets it's name from the many creeping vines that are sent out in search of further light, as well as soil. This has resulted in thick mass of vine growing together between Carpet Vine cores. Catching the dead leaves, dead animals, animal dung, and the like, they have become vast growing beds for other sorts of plants as well. Though there are gaps that provide light down to other levels. There can be as many as six levels, the lower serving as home to vast colonies of bats, the floors covered with dung eating beetles, mushrooms and fungus, and little else. Most layers can be reached either by climbing up the core trees, or through vine sheet 'ramps' that link the levels, growing towards the light. Trye trees grow on the upper two levels only, the amount of light they require making the lower, dark depths places where only parasitic plants grow, syphoning nutriants from the massive Carpet Vine mats beneath them, though such a small drain doesn't harm the huge plants. The strangest feature however, are the actual ponds, streams, and rivers that exist hundreds of feet off the ground. The water is brought up from ground based rivers by huge hard shelled vines with spongy interiors. Originally meant to provide water for surrounding vines, as their size increased, so did the volume of water they brought up, which was too much for the vines to take, so it began to spill out, providing water to the plants that had taken to growing in the soil atop the heavy vine mats. All the creatures that exist in the ground level waters, also have homes in the tree based waterways, their eggs being sucked up in the water vines and dropped in water up above. Juvenile turtles and tortoises managed to ride up in the talons of birds who hadn't yet learned that their hard shell made them inedible, as well as in the mouth of Glide Sharks that took a liking to their shiny nature to line their nests, then had their trinkets crawl away. The tiered forests are also home to several species of monkey, a few good sized rodents, and your typical selection of herbavores. Most are either rat like, or marsupial, rather then hooved creatures, requiring claws to climb the vines between levels in wanderings in search of fresh leaves and grasses. The largest herbavore is the Crimson Coraba, a creatue much like a furred stegosaurus in miniature. Weighing nearly a ton each, they are capible of warding off several Tiguar on their own. They have sharp spines along their backs in twin rows, the tail ending in a scythe-like blade. Their paws are equipped with long claws, capible of piercing into vines, though the shortness of their legs makes them inefficient weapons. The leaf litter is constantly prowled by plate worms, giant centipedes that nose through the dead leaves, eating dead plant and animal matter. The tiered forests are also home to several powerful predator species. The largest and more deadly as the massive Tiguars, half ton feline monstrousities with long, tapering tails that aid balance during walking nrrow branches and vines. They combine the features of a lion (mane in males, tufted tail) with the pattern of a jaguar and the coloration of a tiger. Approximately one in a hundred expresses some kind of coat variation, different colors in pattern and mane. These specimens also exhibit small bursts of magiuc power, weak abilities used for hunting utilized on an instinctual level. The Leviathan Constrictor, as its name implies, is a titanic serpent that stalks the ground and trees of the forest. Giant serpents nearly 60 feet in length, and weighing between a half ton to a ton, they're capible of killing and swallowing nearly any creature in the forest, save for the spiny Corabas. Like the Tiguar, there are some the display a non-standard coloration that display some light magic-based abilitiy, in all cases it's been related to camoflauge. The darker levels are home to a pair of frightful species that occassionally venture upward in search of fresh meat. The first is the Ceros Drake, a slow breeding, slow growing dragon-like lizard. A deep blue in color with dark stripes of black. While armor plated, the young of this creature are quite weak. They breed rarely, and birth litters are small. The young are easy prey for other predators. Those that survive to adulthood are nearly invulnerable. Heavy scaled hides combined with fearsome fangs, sharp claws, and a body spade-shaped blade make for a pained foe. However their primary weapon is the sharply pointed horn adorning their snout, which they utilize to impale prey. Even deeper are the hideous Armor Titan Drakes. Squat, powerful, blind creatures, lizards mixed with centipedes. Slithering through the muck at the bottom of the deepest, darkest depths below the carpet vines trees. Bearing many tiny leg-like bone protusions, utilizing belly muscles to pull themselves across the ground, using their true legs only for combat. Their forelimbs bear massive mole-like claws, used for digging through the soil to get at burrowing creatures, and dig their own tunnels. The Armor Titans are blind, lacking eyes entirely, long since grown over by the heavy armor plates on their back. Radiant Shoals The Shoals, named for the vibrant colored coral nestled beneath the surface of the clear, warm water, almost seems to be a sea-like version of the Forest of Leviathans. The coral here are somewhat larger, faster breeding, and faster dying, meaning that the reefs expand much further, much faster. The result is an immesense, beautiful series of porous caverns below the sea. The Shoals are home to many kinds of plant and animal life, most of it bearing the bright colors similar to other creatures in Dessarra's Realm. Unique to this undersea wonder is the Glowberry. Looking for all the world like a grape vine adapted for underwater life, the clusters of fruit, as well as the vine itself, glow with a bright phosphorescent light. Fish and such are attracted to the glowing berries, thus spreading the plant's seeds. Filtering its meals from the ocean currents, the Glowberry is by far the most common plant, worming it's way down into even the deepest coral caverns. Where the rays of sun penetrated, the Glowberry serves as host to the symbiotic Towerleaf. The high, heavy leaves of the Towerleaf provide more nurishment then the plant needs, which it 'trades' to the Glowberry in exchange for a firm root system. With this partnership the two species thrive, even when the food supply of one dips low. The Shoals are home to a number of anemonies, both large and small. The most massive of which is known for ensnaring and devouring sharks. These are home to a number of species of creature called Inksharks or Slugfish. Somewhere between a fish, a slug, and an octopus are these creatures, of varying sizes. Rather then skin, the exterior covering of these creature is a semi-solid, nerveless coating of slime. This keeps them safe from the anemonies' stinging tentacles and paralytic poisons. Each looks much like an ink black shark with four squid-like paddled tentacles growing from the neck area. The largest of them, able to hold their own size wise against all but the biggest sharks, have fins more like that of a fish, lacking flesh. Known as the Sandtrapper, it uses its front fins to dig out a lair in the sand of the ocean floor, laying in wait for prey, the sand stuck to it's slime-skin making it nearly invisible. Plated Whales and Gigas Turtles, both prone to long periods of sleep, may be confused for small islands, or sudden shifts in the sea floor pushing to the surface. Often content to simply float, both creatures feed from straining seawater through their cavernous maws. Of the two, the Gigas Turtles are the more dangerous. Even though they don't hunt creatures much larger then a few inches in size, they submerge far more often, leading to the drownings of perched birds and other land creatures that have stopped to rest of the turtle's massive back. A Plated Whale on the other hand, will rarely submerge as an adult, the growth of goral and plants on its' back too heavy to allow it to easily return to the surface. They utilize their boyant bodies to stay afloat. Dragon Eels, huge, vicious predators are the only predators that come close to being a threat to Plated Whales, and then only juveniles whose bodies had not yet hardened to the point where the teeth of the eels, and their exhalations of steam, can harm them. While cunning for animals, Dragon Eels are named for their scaled and horned appearance and heat-based breath (An exhalation of seawater superheated by the mixing of two chemical agents in glads on the roof of the mouth,) rather then any sort of relation to true dragons. Drackiaurixis, Golden Dragon Queen Description: Half-Mortal daughter of the Sea Dragon Goddess, Drackia was created so Dessarra would have a material focus upon the world, from which she could coax to give orders, as well as fill with her power. Drackia is a titanic serpent, reaching over four hundred feet from nose to tail. She resembles one of her children, the Dracocytes, on a much, MUCH larger scale. Below her long neck are her forelimbs, a combination of foreleg and wing that allow for manipulation, as well as aiding movement. Concealed beneath the wings along her sides are six smaller forelimbs, useful only for manipulation on a smaller scale, usually used to pick up and move her eggs. With wings extended to their full seven hundred foot span, she looks much larger then she would ordinarily. Drackia's skin looks like a mix of salamander and dragon, armor plated scales in places, others simply smooth skin. Drackia's body is yellow and black in color, though there is some variance in coloration, making smaller paterns of spots and stripes within her own splotchy salamander-ish coloration. Her back is adorned with a number of long, flexible spines, like those of a lionfish, as well as some small tooth-like horns, and a large central crest along her spine that runs from her head tapering down as it nears her tail. The last 25 feet of her tail ends in a large vertical fin, used for swimming. It ends in a C shaped bony blade, a (comparitively) small glowing orb nestled between the two sections. Drackia's body is divided into three areas, neck, body, and tailfin. The neck area composes the head and the portion of her body above her wings. The underbelly area of this section is smooth and featureless, like that of a serpent. This area comprises seventy five feet of her length. Her tailfin is much the same, lacking the features that rules the underbelly area, but with top and bottom bearing the large swimming fin, so there's not much room for anything else, just small spikes and horns on the perpendicular axis of the tail. The tailfin measures approximately 25 feet. The body area is divided into one hundred segments, each three feet in length. In an aspect borrowed from the tapeworm, each segemnt bears both male and female internal and external organs, each section capible of fertilizing itself as well as acepting fertilization from outside sources, and giving it as well. Drackia is in effect a breeding machine. An additional un-reptillian characteristic is the addition of mammery glands, manifesting as six breasts on each section. Drackia is for the most part content to simply remain in her lake, and tend to her brood, guiding the Dracocytes from birth to adulthood. While she has yet to be visited by members of non-Dracocyte mortal races, she looks forward to speaking with them, as long and they haven't harmed any of her children, otherwise she has no qualms about gulping the interloper down, to provide nourishment for the eggs inside her. While originally filled to immobility with eggs, she produces far less now that the intial power utilized in creating the Dracocytes has faded. Originally she had twenty four eggs per section, that has dropped to six. Her gestation process takes much longer then that of the Dracocytes, requiring a century from conception to hatching, so the world has nothing to fear from her birthing massive hordes of Dracocytes. While born of the Water Goddess Dessarra, Drackia is a weak composure of all elements, the water from which she was born, the fire of her breath, the air stirred by her wings that allows her to fly, and the earth she burrows into to make her nest. She is rather laid back, uncaring about any events that do not conern herself, her lands, or her children. She is simply content to snuggle quietly with her brood. Though is provoked, Drackia is capible of laying waste to large portions of Elementalis on her own. Though it is suspected only a direct attack will rouse her anger. Like any good parent she will sit idly by and let her grown children deal with any messes they've made. Alignment: Neutral Primal: Weak Earth, Fire, Water, and Air Emotion(s): Motherhood, Loyalty Realm: Dracocytes, Scaled creatures, lesser dragons, parenthood Symbol(s): A serpent coiled around a nest of eggs Goals: Protect her brood until they're old enough to reach adulthood and aquire sentience. Guard Dessarra's Realm from interlopers. Advise adult Dracocytes to the best of her ability. The Dracocytes The Beginning The Dracocytes are a race of lesser dragon-like creatures with a unique life cycle. Born originally as almost un-sentient predators, the Dracocytes showed little sign of desiring anything but food, shelter, and companionship during the early years of their existence. Their lives went on for several centuries, doing little more then hunting, playing, and sleeping. They seemed to have no language, communicating only with animalistic noises, and then only rarely. To the other gods it looked as if Drackia lacked the power to create a true race of thinking beings. They were in error. Several centuries after their birth, the Dracocytes, almost as one, took to the air. They retreated into the depths of the Forest of Leviathans where they sought out some of the grand predators that lived within. The Dracocytes were about to reach adulthood. Known as The Joining, a Dracocyte seeks out a suitable creature, usually a large predator, and exhales a sticky, sedative spray. Numbed quickly and lulled into sleep, the host provides little resistance as the spray begins to foam, expanding into a bubbly cocoon. The Dracocyte enters the foam as well, the cocoon expanding further in contact with the Dracocyte. Shortly thereafter it smooths over and hardens. A Dracocyte cocoon appears as a large, round egg or sphere shape, colored similar to the environment its placed in. Inside it a number of physical and magical effects take place, melding the Dracocyte and the host together in mind, body, and soul over the span of several hours. After this, the adult Dracocyte metamorphoses into its adult form. Considering the variety of creatures that a Dracocyte can potentially bond with, there is no 'typical' Dracocyte. All of them have the following characteristics at the very least. Scales on the underbelly area, horns, claws, a draconic tail, dragon-like wings, as well as a combination stance and two arms with fully functional hands. 'Combination stance' means that a Dracocyte is able to function as a humanoid and a quadrupedal, walking upright, or on all fours (or however many walking limbs a creature has.) They are also capable of producing a weak breath weapon, though the type can vary. Breaking out of their cocoons, the first generation of adult Dracocytes emerged with the knowledge of what they were, and what they were capable of. Hermaphroditic in nature, both male and female, a Dracocyte is capable of reproduction on its own if it desires, though they prefer to take on mates. Though they are in effect both genders, they think of themselves in a female light, using female pronouns, and referring to each other as sisters. As the first generation gained awareness, they began to band together, creating small communities in places in the forest, usually near sources of water. The tree-streams, on the shores of Lake Drackia, or on one of the small islands on Lake Drackia itself. Once bonded with their host creature, they found that things happened much faster. Rather then decades, each Dracocyte grew heavy with eggs and birthed her clutch in only three months, the dracokits hatching in less then sixty days. The second generation grew much faster, ready to become adults in only a decade. The second generation also became sentient earlier, learning quickly from their parents, usually learning how to speak within their first two years. Their minds matured quickly, intellect reaching an adult state in only six years, allowing them to learn, not gifted with knowledge as their parents were. Thus did the true Dracocyte life cycle reveal itself. The Dracocyte Life Cycle Each Dracocyte begins her life as a basketball sized egg, though there is some variance depending on the mother. But all dracokits are born approximately the same size. Curled up, they're about the size of a large kitten. Uncoiled they're about a foot and a half from nose to tail, only weighing a few pounds. They grow quickly, growing several feet in length in their first few years, a rate they keep up until The Joining. A typical Juvenile appears as a winged serpent, mostly black with yellow markings. Their wings are black on the back, and red on the front, displayed as a warning to non-sentient creatures. They have horns, spines, and fins as dragons do, the assortment depends on the heritage. The second generation looked very much like Drackia in miniature, with four tapering horns on the head, a frilled crest running down the back, and a few small Lionfish-like spines. Beneath the wings, they have a pair of tiny forelegs able to manipulate and grasp items, they're not very suitable for lifting, so most will use their tails or mouths for carrying anything. They have gill slits on their neck behind the head and a fin on the latter part of the tail, making them suitable for life under water. A young juvenile, just beginning her learning, is usually 8-10 feet in length, while a mature juvenile, one ready to Join with her host can reach up to twenty. Though in rare cases, a juvenile will not be overcome with the urge to Join until later on in her life, she will steadily increase in size, growing one to two feet per year until her Joining. While rare, such individuals are seen as Dessarra's chosen, their Joining meant to be a unique event. The Chosen often fuse with Marked members of the forests and seas, those that display some magical ability. Such an individual will inherit this power, and often will be able to enhance it further with practice and study. Though the possibilities of Dracocyte Joining allow for almost infinite variety, most Dracocytes find hosts of the five largest species in the Forest of Titans. Most display similar physical and psychological characteristics, and are detailed further below as Dracocyte Castes. A Dracocyte's life span can vary greatly depending on the host creature. While Dracocytes are strong creatures with draconic blood in them, the Joining process uses a great deal of the magical energy that serves are potential life force. Whereas a Dracocyte could, theoretically, live for several millennia if she somehow dispelled the urge to Join, the lifespan is usually reduced. Typically the longest a Joined Dracocyte will live is approximately five times that of their host before dying of old age. Breeding Dracocytes are fertile upon reaching either adulthood, or the age of fifteen, whichever is first. They have no set breeding season, or heat cycle, and thus can mate and reproduce whenever they desire. Dracocytes have a fertility cycle, however. Dracocytes are fertile as a single gender for six day spans, with two days in between where they are fertile as both males and females. A Dracocyte is away of her current fertility state. This knowledge has led to recreational sex as a common pastime A Dracocyte litter typically consists of 2-6 eggs, each bearing a single dracokit, though on occasions multiple births from the same egg occur. Such births are known as Hydras, and are detailed in the Caste section below. Dracocytes emerge from their cocoon with a single pair of breasts, and well develop additional pairs depending on the size of their litter, they will have at least enough to feed each hatchling. Juvenile Dracocytes never developed breasts, even after reaching adulthood, and do not lactate. Interestingly, Dracocytes are also able to bear hybrid offspring with any creature similar to their host. A Tiguar Joined Dracocyte would be capable of birthing offspring with any sort of feline or feline-ish creature or race. Theoretically the reverse is true, though a Dracocyte isn't attracted to the scents released during the heat cycles of most creatures, whereas a Dracocyte wishing to bear offspring will attract nearly any suitable male creature. Hybrid Dracocytes are born as miniature forms of their mothers, and are incapable of initiating The Joining, and have no instinctual drive to do so as their pure blooded sisters. Hybrid Dracocytes are always hermaphrodites and grow to be the same size as they would as a Joined Dracocyte of the same type. Their lifespans are also identical, the unborn Dracocyte's lifeforce limited by their non-draconic half. Castes There are, at present, no true Dracocyte subspecies. The offspring of a Dracocyte will always be a Dracocyte. the mating of any two Dracocytes, be they Joined or Hybrid will always result in unjoined dracokits. As a result there is no way to create a breeding population of adult Dracocytes, and thus no subspecies. There are, at present, eight significant castes in the Dracocyte race. Five represent the five preferred hosts. The Hydras are multiple births from a single egg that experience differences from the typical Dracocyte lifecycle. The Chosen are Dracocytes are 'juveniles' that have reached the age of Joining, but have had no urge to do so, and continue to grow. Finally, the Chimerae are those lucky few who managed to ensnare multiple hosts during the process of Joining. A Dracocyte has a slight preference toward taking the same creature as a host as her egg-mother. Huntress - Tiguar Joined: The Huntress caste resemble bipedal feline, standing 7-8 feet tall, and weighing in at around 700 pounds. A Huntress usually has an orange/gold furred body with black rosettes, the fur becoming more golden closer to the spine, and a white scaled underbelly. The inside of the thighs, underside of the tail, and lower front portion of the neck all bear scales. They display the draconic adornations (horns, spikes, fins, frills, crests) they had as juveniles. A five foot tail extends behind them, wide at the base and tapering off to a point. They have longer arms and shorter legs then most humanoids, giving them a somewhat primitive appearance that isn't echoed in mind. They're capable of running on all fours, reaching speeds of over forty miles per hour. Compared to the other castes, their wings are smaller in proportion, looking almost stunted. A Huntress isn't capable of sustaining flight for longer then a few minutes if at all, and is more at home on land or in the water. There are two types of Huntress, Stalker and Fisher. Stalkers are heavier and have larger wings. They lose their juvenile gills and tailfins, the fin replace by a Tiguar-ish tuft. Fishers are lighter and more lithe, they retain the gills and swimming fin, and have webbing between their fingers and toes. Their wings are suitable only for gliding, as they're a smaller size to make them more aquadynamic. A Huntress' personality is much like that of the Tiguar she so resembles. They're prone to being somewhat lazy, with occasional bursts of activity. They're laid back and easy going most of the time, but quick to anger. Brood Mother - Leviathan Constrictor Joined: Sinuous and serpentine, the Brood Mothers can at first glance be confused for off-color juveniles. A second look however, reveals many differences. Like a juvenile, they appear much as winged serpents. Whereas a juvenile Dracocyte is long and lithe, a Brood Mother appears shorter and heavier. A typical Brood Mother stretches 25-35 feet in length, with a body thicker then the Constrictor that the Joined with. Typically 6-8 feet of their length will be held off the ground in front. They can weigh anywhere between 1000-1750 pounds. They lack legs, however the tiny forelimbs of a juvenile have become full sized arms. Their wings have moved rearward, and are long in relation to the body, accounting for an incresed mass-to-length ratio. They retain their juvenile gills, and their swimming fin, though any draconic adornments they had as juveniles end at the waist. Humanoid from the waist up, serpentine from the waist down, a Brood Mother is so named for her tendency to birth more eggs then her sisters of other castes. With the typical hermaphrodite genital set conceal in slits below the waist, and a second set where they would exist on their serpentine host, the Brood Mother is capable of producing two litters simultaneously. With a long, narrow body, she is able to nurse them as well. Due to this, a Brood Mother will develop mammaries enough for two litters, even if she only births one. This has lead to them serving as nursemaids, guards, teachers, and babysitters for the juveniles. Brood Mothers are mild tempered, pleasant, social, and eager to learn. They enjoy their task of taking care of hatchlings. Their natural mothering instincts have spread into roles as nurses, herbalists, and farmers. They express a respect for most living things, and seek violence only when there is no other option. Caretaker - Crimson Coraba Joined: The heaviest caste by far, the Caretaker tips the scales at a ton and a half, 3000 muscled pounds. While not as tall as the Soldiers, they are much wider. While they stand 7-8 feet tall, they can be up to five and a half feet wide across the shoulders. The appear much like a bipedal Coraba. (If you REALLY need and example, think of a Nidoking) The only caste that lacks wings entirely, their large mass and squat body making them inherently unareodynamic, the wings are replaced by a pair of large, powerful arms equipped with the huge claws common to the Coraba. Nestled underneath them are a pair of smaller arms, more suitable to be used for manipulation, as most of the length of the fingers on the upper arm is dedicated to claw. Most of the Caretaker's body is covered in soft, thick, red and black fur. Beneath the skin are armored plates that make stabbing a Caretaker in the back nearly impossible. The front of a Caretaker is covered in soft, smooth, black scales. Caretakers retain their gills, but lose their swimming fins, the fin replaced by a sharp, bony blade, suitable for cutting crops, or lashing out in combat. They keep all draconic adornments, and usually gain four rows of spikes along the head, back and tail (two large rows, two small, all parallel to the spine). They also have large spikes on the bicep area of the upper arms, the forearms of the lower, and the shin and outer upper leg. Their horns grow larger, longer, and sharper as well. The numerous natural armorments giving the Caretaker a rather fearsome appearance. They lean forward, their long, wide tails (about 6 feet long, as wide as their body at the base, tapering off further down) acting as counterweights when they chose to be bipedal. Often they prefer to use their upper arms to aid in locomotion. Despite their frightening looks and huge size, Caretakers are usuall peaceful and non-aggressive. They're patient and though slow, prefer to be in motion, attending to something rather then simply sit around and sun themselves as their Huntress sisters do. The strongest caste, they attend to much of the physical labor. Logging, brush clearing, construction. Each Brood Nest also has several on hand in case of attack. They serve as guardians, farmers, laborers, and transporters of goods. Solider - Ceros Drake Joined: The Soldier lives up to her name, standing nearly ten feet tall. Though the size of the joined Ceros Drake may vary, the Soldier with emerge from her cocoon at this size if larger, or grow into it if smaller. They weigh about 900 pounds. To a humanoid, the Soldiers look the most normal of any of the Dracocyte castes. They're proportioned along typical humanoid standards. They appear as bipedal dragons with wings on their backs. Of the castes, the Soldiers have the largest wingspan, and are capible of the fastest and most graceful flight. A Soldier's body is a the peak of efficiency, muscled to provide the optimum strength and grace, armor and flexibility, speed and defense. While all retain their gills, few have tailfins. The ends of their tails end in a variety of offensive shapes. Some have a bony sheath surrounding the edge, making it like a club, others have piercing spikes, still others have slashing blades. Rarest however are those with tufted tails, small detachable spines nestled within, flying lose when the tail is flicked. Soldiers lose all draconic adornments on the back and tail, allowing them to easily be fitted with armor. Unlike the previous three castes, a Solider has four fingers, rather then three, allowing them a better grip on weapons. The trademark nose horn of the Ceros Drake is also present on the Solider. Soldiers are the most varied when it comes to scale color and pattern. Both can vary widely, being any one of those found in other creatures in Dessarra's Realm. Soldiers tend to group by color, closely related Soldiers generally have similar coloration and markings. Unlike the other castes, Soldiers are nomadic. They travel from village to village, patrolling for invaders. Newly Joined soldiers typically wait until a group of their color passes through before leaving. At any time there are at least two color unit of soldiers in a given village, one leaving only when another arrives. Coloration is by no means a mark of discrimination, it simply makes unit recognition on a battlefield much easier. Soldiers are the least fertile of all Dracocytes. They well never birth more then two eggs per litter and are the only caste to regularly bear a single egg. Though to compensate Soldiers also have the highest rate of birthing Hydras. Soldiers are organized and well discipled. They're very even tempered, knowing when anger is useful and when it isn't. They're the most martially inclined of all the castes, and enjoy training, wrestling, and mock combat. They are also the most likely to take up the study of elemental magic. Not all Soldiers serve as nomads, some serve as the Dracocyte equivalent of a blacksmith, making tools, weapons, and armor. Oracle - Armor Titan Drake Joined: The Oracles are by far the fewest in number of all the castes. A single village will rarely have more then a handful, more then half a dozen is unheard of in all but the most populated areas. The smallest and most frail of all the Dracocyte castes, the Oracle stands between five and six feet tall, rarely weighing over one hundred eighty pounds. The result of a Joining with the blind Armor Titan, the creature resulting of such a combination is much smaller then one would think. Almost all the Drake's mass is shunted into magical energy. This increases the Oracle's life force, doubling her lifespan. An Oracle is capable of living for nearly 2000 years. This also has the effect of granting the Oracle several magical abilities. She is capable of healing wounds, curing sickness and poison, bringing and banishing rains, and making plants grow faster and more bountiful. Oracles are extremely abhorrent of violence. They won't raise a hand against any creature, even to defend themselves. They are also the only Dracocytes currently known that are strictly vegetarian. An Oracle is always amongst the most respected in her village. She is a font of knowledge, she knows the effects of many herbs, she aids all with her powers, she remembers the ages passed, stories handed down from Oracle to Oracle telling of events that have occurred in the past. Some Dracocytes pity the Oracles, looking at what they have given up. They cannot fly, they cannot breath under water, they lack any sort of draconic adornments, their claws are little more then tiny nubs, and they are blind. For most this is due to a lack of eyes entirely, the armored plates that cover her body covering the space where eyes would be. For others the eyes have clouded over, or the pupils have grow shut. However they gain a keen sense of hearing, scent, and touch. The palms of their four fingers hands are especially sensitive. Despite the armor plating covering most of their bodies, Oracles are very easily injured, their enhanced senses increasing the pain they feel. Oracles also seem almost empathic at times. Oracles resemble thin bipedal lizards, covered in armored plates of varying colors. Oracles have a chameleon like ability to change color to match their surroundings. They have no control over it, and most have no idea that they are doing it. Oracles are the most intelligent of all Dracocytes, and are usually the leaders of any given community. They pursue learning in a wide variety of areas and if need be, serve as Dracocyte diplomats. While blind, they can read by utilizing their sense of touch to feel the letters. Hydra: A term used for both multiple births from a single egg, as well as one of the unique adult Dracocytes that can result from such a birth. Dracokits born of the same egg are very close, both in the sense of emotional bond, and genetically. They're born with a low level of empathy, which eventually grows to outright telepathy as they approach adulthood. As a result they find it easy to act in unison, seemingly like a single being with the way they coordinate themselves, like a single creature with multiple heads. Then there is the other sense of the word, a literal creature with multiple heads. During The Joining two or more egg-mates are capable of bonding with a single host. This results in the adult Dracocyte having one head per juvenile, and often results in other beneficial effects, increased size, additional limbs, stronger magic, and increased intelligence. An adult Hydra always grows to be an elite member of their caste, multiple minds working as one. Hydras occur in about 1 out of every 100 eggs laid, though this is closer to 1 in 10 for Soldiers. Hydra Joinings are rarer still, only 1 of every 10 Hydra egg-sisters are capable of Joining in this fashion. Hydras are capable of Joining with larger creatures then most Dracocytes (A good sized Ceros Drake being the upper limit.) Chosen: The Chosen are Dracocytes that go through their lives with the instinct to Join delayed, or absent entirely. A Chosen continues to grow at the rate Juveniles do until their Joining, if it ever comes. Potentially Chosen can grow to be the largest of all Dracocytes and are the only ones capable of Joining with larger creatures on their own. It is believed that each Chosen is specifically selected for Joining with a particular creature. They always Join with Marked members of the animals species, or uncommon creatures under certain circumstances. It is currently unknown if a Dracocyte that is to Join with another sentient has to be Chosen or not. Mistress Xiella, through research, has come to the conclusion that the largest a Chosen will get is around one hundred fifty feet in length, and only then when she is around two centuries old. At present there are no known Chosen that have remained unjoined past seventy five years of age. 1 in 50 Dracocytes egg is Chosen. If an eggs containing Hydras is Chosen, they are all Chosen. Chimera: Rarer even then the Hydra are the Chimerae, those Chosen to bond with multiple creatures. A Chimera is a boon to her community, larger, stronger, smarter, and more capable then any of her sisters. Almost all Chimera are Chosen Hydras whose hosts are capture close to one another, their cocoons becoming one, resulting in a joined body. Non-Hydra Chimerae are exceptionally rare, approximately 1 of every 10,000 non-Hydra eggs. So far all recorded Chosen Hydras have Joined to become Chimerae, though Mistress Xiella believes that one day a set of Chosen egg-sisters will Join to a single gigantic creature. Addendums Enhanced Breath Weaponry: A gift from their goddess, the Dracocytes now are in possession of magicks and techniques that can enhance and alter their natural breath weaponry. The changing of the element and alterign the shape are common. Allowing them to combat foes that would normally take little harm from their own, or making it so they can target many nearby foes, or a single one at a distance. There is also the ability to forgo harmful effects entirely, allowing preservation of foes by paralysis, or inducing slumber. The latter is how the Order of the Shadowed Sun collects specimens for study. Rumors also abound of sentient creatures made helpless, while eager juveniles initiate their Joining. Breeding True: In current days more and more dracocytes are beginniong, in part, to breed true. While at present only the Soldier caste births 'adult' offspring often enough to be considered true breeders, such births are becoming more and more common in the race as a whole. The reasonings for this point to one day war with other races, who as a tactic may target the wild creatures that the Dracocyte Join with to become adults in an attempt to weaken them as a whole. The Ceros Drakes are the rarest to find in the wild, and large specimens are seldom seen. In effect birthing litters that do not need to be joined seems to increase the chances of having a powerful adult Soldier, as well as quickly incresing the number of Soldiers quickly, rather then having to be juveniles for twelve to fifteen years, then spending several more learning their role and adapting to their new form. Juvenile Soldiers begin combat training almost as soon as they can walk upright and comprehend enough words to follow orders. Mistress Xiella, Matriarch of the Radiant Sisterhood Xiella is the eldest of all Dracocytes, and the first Chimera. Bonded with three of the four creatures that make up the Dracocytes castes and having grown to be much larger then other juveniles, Xiella is a powerful specimen of a Dracocyte. She towers over many of her sisters, standing slightly under twelve feet in height, weighing in excess of five thousand pounds, she is a physical force to be reckoned with. Added to this are her sorcerous abilities, and her keen intellect. She is a proud, powerful, shining example of what a Dracocyte can become. Moving among her people, one of her first acts was the founding of the city of Tiana, the Dracocyte capital. Tiana is core of Dracocyte advancement, reserach into all manners of things take place their, as well as training, education, and trade. The Radiant Sisterhood The Radiants are the best of the best of their fields. The Sisterhood is the Dracocyte ruling council, with each profession, rank, caste, and lifestyle represented. Though they frequently listen to advice from Drackia and Xiella, the two Avatars have no actual vote when it comes to the decisions that must be made, although their opinions are usually supported greatly. The Sisterhood is devoted to the well being of all Dracocytes and Dracocyte-kin, and their decisions without exception reflect choices that will aid the most of their sisters. Order of the Shadowed Sun A union of mages and scholars, the Order exists to study the processes of life. Disease, surgery, medicine, biology, pharmacology, all are fields studied by the Order. All living creatures are studied, living and dead. Though there is a dark side to them. They not only stufy things that would benefit such creatures, but things that would bring harm to them as well. While they might seek to cure a wasting sickness that strikes the Undains, they also might discover a fatal allergy to certain substances that Dracocytes find perfectly harmless. They seek to discover ways to bring both life and death to the peoples of Elementalis. The Dracothane Origins (Excerpt from the writings of Dracothane Shiera, Priestess of the Shadowed Sun, formally Cae'nao'thar Baron De'cran'tis Vor'su'vious) Once we were Cae'nao'thar. Once we were weak. We were frail. We felt the ravages of age quicker then any race on Elementalis. Generations of us would be borne, grow old, and die in the span of one Undain lifetime. The Bel'Na, creatures born dead who would never feel the settling of the chill into their bones, had been gifted with life eternal. Then the Dracocytes came. They came with nothing more then friendly words. They settled in our city. They harmed no one, they made no one suffer, they brought comfort to those of us who desired it. They opened out eyes to the wonders the physical form could provide. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century they remained. Time had no effect on them, the year flowed over their scales as if it were meer raindrops. Our great grandparents watched them arrive, and while their grandchildren moldered in their graves, the same Dracocytes that had arrived all those years ago were none the worse for the wear. Xiella took us in. Those who were ostracised and outcast by the rest of our 'proud' race. Those who were sick, weak, poor, and old. Those of us who were disatisfied with the way things were. Those of us who desired power, and were ignored by our peers who did not hear the truth in our words. One day our kin rose up against the beautiful creatures that came to our city centuries ago. Those who harmed no one, those who only sought to teach us of pleasure and of their wonderfully free way of life, those who in centuries of living in our city had never even so much lain a taloned hand on any who had not struck them first. Those who wanted only peace were put to the sword. The Cae'nao'thar attacked these peace loving creature without provokation slew any who did not flee. Those who could not fly, those who were slow, bellies filled with hatchlings, those who would not leave their eggs died curled protectively around their unborn hatchlings. They screamed in horror as Dracocytes yet unborn had their lives snuffed out, smashed upon cobblestones. The Dracocytes brought only gentleness and love, and yet they were brought pain by those who loathed change. As the years passed, the jealousy of our race for what the Dracoyctes had grew, bubbling cauldrons of hatred that spilled over upon this dark day. They had grown tired of these beautfiul, majestic beings who walked amongst them. They hated that their own weakness and short lives that had been 'gifts' from an uncaring creator. They desired what the Dracocytes had, but they could not take it. So they did the only thing their hate filled hearts knew how to do. They could not create such beauty, they could not instill such life, so they took it all away. They murdered as many as they could in cold blood, killing those that stayed no matter the cost of their own lives. Their jealous hearts could no longer stand having such wonder in their midst, and so sought to destroy it. Hatred was not the way of life for us. Sickened by the actions of our kin, we left Al'Corum. We left our homes rather then have to look the murderers of our friends in the eyes every day, hearign the lies they spread about how the Dracocytes were evil monsters. We had no homes. We had nothing. So it was that Xiella and her sisters lead us to a hidden place carved out of the rock of the Heartmounts. It was there that we were gifted, that we began the process of rebirth. The ritual we partook in I sadly cannot recall. For the safety of both halves of my being, we were made to forget what had taken place. But I remember the way it felt, the wonder, the pleasure, the warmth in my very soul that told me that I would forever be without loneliness. When the fog of our minds cleared, we found that we had been gifted with that which the Dracocytes had, as were were Dracocytes ourselves. We were strong, powerful, beautiful. The Joining had been long denied us. The vile Elementalis unwilling to relinquish his greedy grasp upon our souls. Each of us, Cae'nao'thar and Dracocyte youth had given up a portion of our spirits in order to become one. The missing piece made to fill the gap left by the gift to our partner. I do not know how, I just know this was what was done. As we reached the other side, looking out over our new jungle home, the sun rose, beams glinting off the beautiful scales we had been gifted with. It was as we saw ourselves in the light of dawn that we knew we were truly no longer Cae'nao'thar. We were Dracothane. Life Cycle and Biology Formally Cae'nao'thar, the Dracothane bear only superficial resemblance to the race they once were. They range from six to seven and a half feet in height, and on average weigh two to four hundred pounds. They are humanoid in appearance, walking on digigrade legs, toes tipped with long, sharp claws. The claws on their hands are much shorter, and are vestigial. Their wings are small and the flight muscles comparitively weak, allowing only a half hour's flight before rest is required. They have scales over most of their bodies, though the head, underbelly, underarms, neck, thighs, and underside of the tail remain the same skin tone common to the Cae'nao'thar. The head remains much the same as a Cae'nao'thar, though the Dracothane have horns and enlarged canine teeth. Scale coloration and pattern varies between individuals, as it seems that the appearance was chosen by the Dracothane during the Joining, reflecting what the individual found beautiful. While hermaphroditic like Dracocytes, there are 'male' and 'female' Dracothane. The males tend to be larger and are flat chested unless they've given birth, whereas females are more lithe. To a Cae'nao'thar both would appear androgynous with some female leanings. Unlike Dracocytes, Dracothane breed true, with the hatchlings born as true Dracothane. Dracothane never give birth to Dracocyte juveniles unless the 'father' was a true Dracocyte, and then only rarely. Dracothane are usually born in pairs, with two or four being common, though single eggs have been known to occur. Half are born 'male,' the other half born 'female,' though other then a few small physical details there is no true difference between 'genders.' Dracothane are much longer liver then Cae'nao'thar, with seven to eight hundred years being a typical life span, though several of the original converts are still alive at over a millenium of life.

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Title: How It Started Tags: stranger, new years, interracial, public sex, elevator, blowjob, curvy, short girl *A story made for, and inspired by, a friend of mine whose companionship I dearly miss. It meant more to me than I was able to express. All characters are legal age and all scenarios are purely fictional.* \*\*\*\*\* It was nearly 1:00 am when I found myself stood alone on the platform. I took a deep inhale of my cigarette, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly into the cold air. The smoke floated out above the tracks and was blown away as the train came screeching into the station. I staggered and stepped back. In my half drunk state, I hadn't noticed the trains approach. I took another quick pull of my cigarette before flicking the rest off the platform. There was a soft ring as the doors opened. Despite it being New Year's Eve there were surprisingly few people taking the train tonight. Most people had likely made plans to stay the night or found other means to get home. That had been my plan originally. I had arrived in the city much earlier today expecting to head home the next morning, but circumstances often change when it's most inconvenient. At least the trains were free tonight. I stepped off the frozen platform and into the delightfully warm train car. To my surprise, the train was even emptier than the platform. There were only 2 or 3 other people now occupying the cart with me. All of us sat apart in our own corners for a quiet ride home. It would be a long one for me as I live in the next city. I would be lucky to get in my front door before 2:00. I leaned back in my seat bringing a foot to rest on the one in front of me. The train seats were arranged in booths, two seats side by side with another two across facing them. I checked my phone to see a number of "happy new year" texts from friends, family, and some people I haven't spoken to a single time that year. I began going through my phone deleting all the numbers that applied. It was about fifteen minutes after departing the station that we arrived at another. The train came to a gentle halt before the doors slid open. This time a decent amount of people stepped on, but not enough to fill any of the three seats around me. Instead, there was a group of four people in the seats across the aisle. Two men and two women who looked to be leaving a party of their own. The men were smartly dressed and the women followed suit. Much fancier than the bash I'd left. They all appeared to be deep in conversation when one of the women glanced across the aisle to catch me staring. We locked gazed for what seemed like minutes before I realized I was probably coming across as creepy. My eyes darted away to the window to my left. Luckily I was just drunk enough to skip the awkwardness I would have felt otherwise. It was the soft giggle that brought my eyes back again, this time carefully and consciously, to see the woman smile before turning back to rejoin her friend's conversation. Thinking nothing of it I returned to my phone screen. I had already finished deleting numbers at this point and was only using my phone as a scapegoat for taking periodic glances at the group. Specifically the short, curvy woman in her dark purple dress and black stilettos. She sat with one leg draped elegantly over the other, one hand on her knee and the other on the leg of the woman sitting next to her as the talked and laughed. The straps came up around her neck in such a way that left a window to her cleavage, the train rocking causing her large breasts to jump with each one. I found myself tracing her smooth dark legs with my eyes, trailing over each curve that I could see. Trying not to get caught I would only observe a second or two at a time and let my imagination fill in the gaps. A part of me wondered where she was going but more of me was wondering what she was wearing underneath that low-cut party dress. I gave my head a quick shake and focused on my phone screen again. "Happy new year" a voice broke the silence of the train car. It took me a second to register what had been said and that it was being said to me. I looked up and scanned the train slowly. There was one person sat in the next section in front of me with their back to me. I continued along until my eyes once again met with hers. Other than the person sat ahead of me we were the only two people in the train car. How had I not noticed everyone leaving? She stared at me, raising her eyebrows in amusement at my confusion. "Oh..." I muttered and coughed. "Happy new year" I replied awkwardly. The alcohol had worn off a bit and this time I felt discomfort creeping over me. "Where did your friends go?" I asked in an effort to get as far away from my own awkwardness as possible. "They got off at the last station. I'm a bit further out," she replied. I couldn't be certain but I swear her eyes had gone up and down a few times. She glanced to the other person on the train and stared at the back of their head for a moment. I slowly looked to see where she was looking and once I had turned my head away I felt her move out of her seat and into the one across from me obstructing my view. She smiled warmly and settled into the seat, again I saw her scanning me. "Have a good night?" she asked. It was at this point I could smell her perfume. I wasn't keen on brand names but whatever it was made something within me begin to stir. "Didn't end as well as I hoped, but overall it was alright I guess" I stumbled through the sentence hoping she wouldn't notice how off she was putting me in this situation. I wasn't one to shy away from women, but with how spontaneous she was being to accompany a complete stranger on the train ride at this hour was curious to me. I often fantasized about meeting women in these kinds of situations but never thought it would ever happen. I did my best to push those thoughts aside. It would only serve as source material when I was back in my apartment with nothing to do but masturbate and sleep off the alcohol. "Man, that sucks. I know what you mean. One of those guys I was with was supposed to come home with me but changed his mind when his friend mentioned another party" She huffed, her chest rising and falling as one of her legs slid out to graze against mine. She had looked off to the side as I did as if to pretend it hadn't happened. She was certainly much shorter than me by how far her leg had to stretch to reach me. Far enough that the act almost seemed intentional. I decided not to draw attention to it and instead enjoyed the closeness to such a beautiful woman, not to mention that the moving of her leg offered a glance up her dress to the black lace panties she wore underneath. I couldn't fight the swelling in my pants as my eyes looked within. I quickly looked up as her head turned back to me. She looked down once, staring for a moment before a sly smirk pulled at her lips. She met my gaze and said "So what about you? Not meeting up with anyone?" I simply shook my head and shrugged. "Nope. Just an empty apartment in my future" I half chuckled. "Except my cat I mean" I added. What happened next made me question whether I was truly sat on the train or already home in bed sleeping. It began with the feeling of a hand brushing across my thigh and over my zipper. It moved back and forth a few times before my button snapped open and my zipper drew downwards. "Oh, you have a cat! I love cats. What's its name?" she said. I gasped under my breath and watched as she pulled my pants open and reached her hand into my boxers. Her soft touch around my cock made my hips lift from the seat. I said nothing, staring down at her in a state of lust and confusion. She stared up at me pulling my boxers down and letting my cock spring free. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at it, then looked back up at me with a look that said 'Play it cool, keep talking.' "Her name is...Piper..." I said trying not to moan as her tongue began sliding up from the base of my shaft to the head of my cock. It massaged the tip in slow circles before her hot, wet mouth took hold of me. It welcomed every inch of me, her tongue rolling over me as her nose pressed into my pelvis. I couldn't believe this. No warning, no obvious signals, just a few short exchanges and I was being deep throated on the train by a stunning brown beauty in a sexy purple dress. The dress, by the way, had been lifted up to her waist giving me a perfect view of her round ass. I could just manage to see her hand pushed between her thighs massaging her pussy as she bobbed her head on my cock. "Mmm..." she moaned before pulling her head back. "That's a cute name. What kind of cat is she?" she said before sinking back down to work my cock again. Her mouth seemed to be getting wetter and hotter every time she pushed herself down on me. My hand found its way to the back of her head. I rested it there feeling her motions. She was sucking my cock like a pro. I wasn't sure how much of this I would be able to endure. "Shit...she's a umm" my thoughts were interrupted by a voice over the train's intercom. My stop was next. "Fuck" I silently cursed as I looked out the window then back down at her. "This is my stop.," I said. "Our stop you mean?" she asked as she quickly pushed my cock back in my pants and zipped me up. "I want to meet Piper" she added before grabbing her purse from the seat behind her and standing up. How could I say no at this point? I followed towards the opening doors feeling her arms wrap around mine as we departed the train and stepped onto the platform. The cold night air instantly eased the swelling erection that only seconds ago was being swallowed whole by my new companion. My apartment wasn't far from the station. Ten or fifteen minutes on foot if you didn't cut through any alleyways. Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable I stuck to the dimly lit streets. The two of us walked in silence, arms locked together as the clicking of her heels echoed down the empty sidewalk. I could feel her hand on my arm shivering, clenching my coat tightly to stay warm. It hadn't even occurred to me that she didn't have a jacket. I stopped us and began unbuttoning my coat. "Here, I've got layers," I said before sliding my coat off my body and onto hers. Her height became even more obvious wearing the clearly oversized coat. She smiled up at me and pulled it around herself. "Aw thank you. You're sweet," she said looking around us then down one of the alleyways. "Is this a short cut?" she asked taking a few steps in. She wasn't wrong. "Yeah actually. We'll be there in a few minutes" I replied following behind her. With my coat wrapped around her, I was denied the chance to admire her small, curvy frame. I doubted I could maintain an erection in this cold either way. Suddenly she picked up her pace, clicking rapidly across the pavement and around the corner. A puzzled look inhabited me as I moved to match her pace. I didn't think I could maintain an erection in this cold. As I rounded the corner I was greeted by the sight of my coat slung up onto a concrete block. It acted as a barrier between the cold snow-covered cement and the exposed, plump brown flesh of her ass. The straps of her dress dangled beneath her large breasts. Her nipples stood rock hard from the cold, but the same couldn't be said for the warming sight of her spread legs and fingers diving in and out of her soaked pussy. I didn't need any more of an invitation. Like I'd been hypnotized, I stepped over and dropped to my knees. The smell of her perfume inhabited me once more as my tongue slid up her slit. My hands pressed up under her smooth thighs as I began to lap greedily at her soft, hairless pussy. My eyes narrowed as I looked up at her. She head was thrown back, her back arched pushing her breasts outward. A pillar of vapor poured out of her mouth with every moan she made. I ground my tongue up and down, circling her clit and sucking on it gently. Every movement seemed to make her wetter. Her juices dripped from my chin as I tended to her needs. One of her hands began rubbing and pulling her nipples while the other laced its fingers through my hair. After a few minutes, I felt her hand on my head grip and pull. I rose to my feet as both of her small delicate hands grabbed aggressively at my belt and zipper. My cock sprang free from the folds of my pants once more, this time greeted by soft, cold hands that stroked it up and down. Despite the temperature, I was rock hard in seconds. I pressed my lips into hers, letting her taste herself off my tongue. She gasped and grabbed onto my shoulders as my cock entered her. Her tightness alone nearly sent me into an orgasm. No resistance was met as every inch of me filled her. Her short legs wrapped as best they could around my waist, pulling me back against her with each thrust. This wasn't gentle, cautious sex between two lovers. This was hard, aggressive, primal fucking. She panted over and over, my hips moving back and forth rapidly as I pushed her legs out to each side. My hands grabbed her thighs and forced them as far apart as I could without causing discomfort. Her arms wrapped around my neck to brace herself against the bombardment taking place between her legs. My mouth wrapped around her hard nipple, my tongue doing laps around it before switching and sucking on the other. She made no effort to hide her desire. With no one around to bother us, the alley was flooded with sounds of moans and grunts and the slapping of flesh. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck that tight little pussy" she managed to mutter between breaths. Daddy. I almost lost my mind. Without missing a beat I lifted her off the concrete block. She hung from my neck, my hands planted firmly under her ass lifting her up and down on my cock. "Oh my god this is so hot. I can't take it" she moaned. She wasn't lying. Seconds later I could feel her pussy constrict around my swollen member. Her body shook and convulsed in my arms, I stopped to give her a moment but was met by her fingernails digging into the back of my neck. "Don't stop. Cum inside me Daddy. Fill my pussy with your hot cum!" she screamed. I groaned, squeezing her ass cheeks hard as I pounded away at her. She leaned back hanging at arm's length from my neck. Everything was beginning to feel like a blur. Had the alcohol come back for another round? Or was the ecstasy of this moment so intense my mind was becoming numb? It didn't matter when my cock began throbbing violently inside her. Each load came rocketing up my shaft like a bullet from a chamber. "FUCK!" she screamed pulling herself against me, shaking as my balls emptied inside her. I could feel her legs quivering in my hands in response to my unannounced orgasm. I breathed heavily as I slowly lowered her back onto my coat. She pulled me back on top of her, my face resting between her soft breasts as the two of us fought to catch our breaths. I stood there hunched over her as she clung to my torso. The cold air chilled my lungs with each breath I took. I ran my hands up her hip and I smirked feeling her body quiver at my touch. Our eyes remained locked for what seemed like hours. It was late but I knew we couldn't stay there too long. As much as it turned me on, I wasn't keen on someone discovering me with my cock still buried deep within the woman I'd only met less than an hour ago. "Shall we?" I asked withdrawing myself from her. She moaned softly, her nails raking across my back as I stepped away. "If I can walk, absolutely," she said with a chuckle. I lifted her small frame off the block and onto the ground. She pulled the hem of her dress back down and retrieved my coat which now probably smelled of sex. She placed a hand on my chest and stood on her toes to place a kiss on my lips. I instinctively rested a hand on her hip, squeezing gently as she pulled away and continued down the alley the way we'd been going before our little pit stop. The walk to my building was filled with laughter and stories of new years past. I found out her name was Jasmine. Her parents were paying for her studies here but live overseas. She enjoys school but finds herself unable to resist the nightlife. Turns out I wasn't her first stranger she'd gone home with on new years eve, but reassured me I was way more fun. Whether or not that was true I'd never know, but I appreciated the sentiment. I opened the lobby door for her and the two of us proceeded into the elevator. It took only a moment after I hit the button for my floor and the doors closed for her to grab hold of my tenacious erection through my pants. "At this rate, I don't think I'll have anything left in me by the time we reach my bedroom" I breathed quietly as she pulled my zipper open to release my cock. I watched as she smiled and lowered her head down and swallowed me whole in one motion. I tilted my head back to find a camera staring back at me. The security that worked here was sub par so I wasn't too worried about hearing about this from the landlord if anything they'd just copies the tape for their own viewing. I smirked and placed my hand on the back of her head, guiding her motions as she bobbed up and down. She gasped releasing me from her heavenly mouth and looked up at me. "Why would you say that? I'm only coming over to meet your cat remember?" she teased before going back to work on me. I watched the number on the elevator display slowly tick away and froze when it stopped short of the 23rd floor where my apartment was. I quickly pulled Jasmine up to meet my lips, her body pressed closely against me trapping my visible erection between us. We made out heavily as a young woman stepped onto the elevator. I recognized her immediately, as she did me. We'd run into each other often. A cute little brunette with perky tits and a small but firm ass in those patterned tights she seemed to own a dozen of. My eyes only watched her for the time it took her to step onto the elevator and stand to face the front next to us. My attention returned to my companion only now noticing her hand had pushed between us and was now jerking my shaft vigorously. Of course, I looked to see my neighbor's eyes locked on me, more specifically my throbbing member. Jasmine broke our kiss and glanced at her with a devilish smirk. To my surprise my neighbor said nothing. Instead, her legs squeezed together as she bit her lip. This couldn't be real. The hot girl from the 21st floor, the one I'd spent countless nights in bed masturbating to, was now stood in the elevator with me while I receive a wet handjob from a woman I'd just met. Not just that, but I swear I saw the same look in her eyes that Jasmine had back on the train before she swallowed my cock. The elevator dinged again and my neighbor quickly departed. She looked over and gave us one last look before disappearing down the hall. The doors closed and up we went. "Which apartment is yours?" her words broke me from my train of thought. I looked down at her. Those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me alone made my cock harden. With her hand still firmly wrapped around me I cleared my throat and nodded my head to the left down the hall as the door opened. "2307. Fourth door on the right" I explained. "Great!" she said before letting go of me and scampering down the hall to my apartment. I raised an eyebrow, composed myself and stepped off the elevator. Panic struck me as I reached into my pocket for my keys and found it empty. The panic quickly passed when I saw Jasmine unlock my door and hurry inside. I shook my head with a smile and walked down the hall to my door. As I entered my apartment I was greeted with the sight of Jasmine on all fours, her ass up high giving me a perfect view up her dress. My coat had been discarded next to the closet door. I walked closer and found Piper laying in front of her receiving a long awaited belly rub. "Impressive, normally she runs from new people," I said picking my keys up off the floor and placing them on the table. My apartment was a simple one bedroom. The front hall led straight into the livingroom with an open kitchen in the corner. A second hallway led to the bedroom with the bathroom on the opposite side. "Aw! She's so cute!" Jasmine said running her hand across Piper's stomach. I sat against the table watching the two bonding on the floor. It wasn't long after the initial meeting that Piper meowed and ran down the hall to the bathroom. I usually found her hiding in the bathtub after house guests leave. "She doesn't like me" she pouted. "She doesn't like a lot of people," I replied. "But you like me" Jasmine stood up and rested herself against me. Her hands massaged my chest and shoulders as we locked eyes once more. "I do indeed" my hands slid down her shoulders, sides, and came to rest on her thighs. My thumbs slowly grazing the hem of her dress. Despite everything that had happened from the train to here, it took every ounce of willpower I had to resist pushing her dress up and bending her over the table. "What about elevator girl? You like her too?" she raised an eyebrow. I followed suit with my own quizzical expression. "She's very pretty. Haven't spoken beyond the usual 'Hi' 'Hello' neighbors have," I said neglecting the part where I've wanted to fuck her brains out since I'd first laid eyes on her, and moving one hand to embrace Jasmine's ass cheek. "I like her too...maybe we can have a threesome" Jasmine beamed that delightful, joyous smile. I laughed just in case she was joking, but the imagery was already running ramped through my mind. The thought of both of them running their tongues up and down my shaft made my already swollen cock press painfully against my jeans. "But you're mine tonight," she said once again pulling me from thoughts of my neighbors tight, petite body. "I thought you were just here to meet my cat," I said tilting my head to the side. She giggled and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. She said nothing as her hands worked their way down. Soon my shirt was open and my belt buckle and zipper came shortly after. Neither of us could break eye contact. Neither of us could stop the heaviness of our breaths. Even now, after the events leading us here, the sexual build up was unbearable. Then it snapped. I scooped her up off her feet and turned her onto the table. She tore my shirt back off my arms as I unzipped her dress and yanked it down and off of her. I dove between her legs with a look of starvation. My tongue plunged inside her causing a load moan that had been muffled to me by her thighs squeezed around my ears. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit and sucked, rolling my tongue over it as my fingers replaced it inside of her. Jasmine pushed her fingers through my hair and pulled when I felt her body shook with her orgasm. "Fuck me...please" she begged as she rode out each wave by rocking her hips. I pushed my pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them before thrusting my cock deep into her aching pussy. Jasmine gasped and dug her nails into my back as I entered and without missing a beat began fucking her like a piston. I moaned into her ear, biting her lobe when I felt her pussy squeezing me with every outward motion. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" she screamed as another orgasm took hold of her. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. She moaned as my tongue slid into and wrestled with hers. I kissed her passionately, hauling my hips and enjoying every second. After a few moments, my arms hooked beneath her legs and I continued pounding her into the table. We fucked so vigorously I hadn't noticed her ass had lifted off the table. She hung tightly off my neck, our thighs colliding, my balls slapping against her ass over and over again. I broke our kiss and gasped, the endless assault on her pussy gearing down to slow gentle movements. "Less take to the bedroom" I managed to say between breaths. She could only nod as she was panting, and with that, I carried her off down the hall. As my back hit the bed I could hear Piper's claws dart across the laminate floor. Laughter erupted from the two of us before she bent down to kiss me. My hands slid around and took handfuls of her soft ass cheeks. She ground back and forth on top of me as we kissed. Her teeth caught my lower lip as she pulled away and sat up straight. My mouth gaped at the sight of her. Her beautiful brown skin glistened with sweat in the dim light from the lamp on my nightstand. "Whats that look for cutey?" she said pushing her long brown hair back over her shoulders. I smiled and moved one hand from her ass to her stomach just above her pelvis. "You're gorgeous," I said tracing my thumb along her hot skin. She smiled down at me, her hands pressing firmly against my chest as her slow grinding became a steady rocking motion. Her cheerful expression shifted to one of passion and lust as her rhythm increased. Soon our hips moved in perfect harmony. The longer we went the faster we moved. Her hands pressed harder into me as she began lifting her ass and throwing it back down to impale herself repeatedly on my cock. Her big tits bounced and jiggled in front of my face. I leaned up and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as squeezed and pinched the other. "Ah..." I gasped and fell back feeling a stirring in my balls. My hands grabbed hold of her hips. Every movement she made felt like it would be the last before I'd burst. She must have picked up on this because, right when I thought this couldn't feel any better, she leaned back down and kissed my ear. "Does that feel good Daddy?" her strained voice whispered in my ear. I couldn't take another second. Without another word, I flipped her over onto her back. "Yes! Fuck yes Daddy fuck me! Fuck that tight little pussy!" she screamed as I pounded her into my mattress. Every thrust made her scream louder and dig her nails into me harder. Her hands shot back and pulled handfuls of sheets from the bed. "Cum for me Daddy!" she said as her own orgasm washed over her. That last tightening of her pussy was all I could take. "Fuck!" I yelled before pulling back as quickly as I could. Before I could take hold of my cock it erupted. Rope after rope showered her stomach and breasts. She shook with delight, her hand rubbing vigorously at her clit getting herself off one last time as the last drops of cum dripped onto her. I collapsed stopping myself just above her as I fought to catch my breath. To this day I don't think I've cum that hard or that much. Jasmine reached up and placed her hands on either side of my face. I looked down and smirked. Both of us were thoroughly enjoying the looks we gave one another. Relief, desire, and definitely exhaustion. The sunlight poured through my bedroom window and cast itself across my face. I groaned and stirred before finally opening my eyes. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep with Jasmine wrapped around my arm. I turned over and reached only to find the other side of the bed empty. Confused I sat up in bed and looked around the room. She had definitely stayed the night, but there were no traces she had ever been there. I walked into the kitchen to Piper sitting happily enjoying her breakfast. I turned to the door and noticed a note on the table. Sorry I couldn't stay! I was really looking forward to the morning sex! I fed Piper before I left. I hope you don't mind! Below was a phone number, and... P.S I want to see you again...soon. Toby's Tavern on 4th Ave...8 pm. As it that wasn't enough... P.P.S Bring your neighbor ;) End.

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Title: Freedom From a Small Town Ch. 01 Tags: miss simpson, eased couch, stood offered, mike call, denise leaned, part love, make offer, leaned bit, back danger, thing left *This is the beginning of a saga. You might notice that the sex is slow in happening but as the saying goes, all journeys start with a single step. Sorry to disappoint any of you that might have wanted something quick and brutal. It kind of reflects some of the happenings in my life but there are certainly some liberties taken. I promise that if you'll stick around a bit, you see a little of everything here. Enjoy the read, vote often, and watch for the next segment coming soon.* Where to begin. Isn't that always the hard part? I could start at the beginning but there is too much boring stuff to sort through and I would loose everyone quickly. But then again if I don't, no one would ever understand. Maybe a quick summary would be okay. I was born Michael James Jones in a small hick town to very backwoods parents. We weren't white trash or anything like that, it's just that both of them worked at a small plastic plant and attended church every Wednesday and Sunday. That was all they ever did. Sex was never discussed in any fashion. School was typical. We attended all the grades in the same building and there were maybe two hundred students total at any given time. The staff attended the same church my parents did, as that was the only one in town. Most of their husbands and wives worked at the same plastic plant as my parents did too. The only sex education came in the form of health class, locker room mythology and Miss Simmons. Miss Simmons was the only single teacher and also the only outsider to our little town. She was hired in as a teacher when the previous English teacher died of old age. Miss Simmons was the epitome of a high school student's wet dream. We would all brag about what we would do to her if we ever had the chance. Yeah, I played along because that's what was expected but deep down inside I hated it. See I was in love with Miss Simmons. I know, I know, everyone has a crush on a teacher at one time or another, but this was different. I loved her because there was something so different about her and she represented everything that I hated about Hicksville. There were so many nights that I would lay in bed dreaming of Miss Simmons. So many nights that my body would ache for her and I would secretly slide my hands into my jockeys and try to relieve all that teenage frustration. Then thoughts of church would slip in somehow and I would roll over and try to clean my mind of all the pictures it had of Miss Simmons. See, in my little Hicksville town of hell, masturbation was sinful and required repentance at the first thought of touching myself. My cock would swell with passion and my mind would fill with anguished thought of Purgatory. Not so much the simple life after all huh? It was the final two weeks of football season and our school was in the playoffs again. It wasn't that we were actually a great team; it was that we were one of the only small schools in our division. Sure, there were the college scouts and occasionally one of the jocks would receive a scholarship to some far off university. Thing is that we would never hear from the athlete again. There would be the occasional headline in the 10 page newspaper about some game across the country and how Tim Smith "Local Hero" would be on the starting lineup, but none of the guys would ever come back. Wait, I'm getting off track here. Back to the winning season. I was playing defensive tackle and wasn't half bad. I wouldn't be one of the ones that anyone would come to scout out, but my six foot, 195 pound body was more than effective and I liked to play. I liked to play a lot. We had suited up for Tuesday practice when tragedy struck. I was sprinting through the locker room to get out on the field when a door came out of nowhere and knocked me on my ass. I guess that the coach was coming out of his office to see what the commotion was and just as I was running past, he opened his door. I was padded up and the actual impact was hardly anything to talk about. But there was also a bench next to his door and when I went down, I twisted sideways and landed on the bench. Some of the guys swore they heard a crack, but it was more like an explosion in my back from all the fireworks going off in my head. I saw a white flash that matched the unbelievable pain and that was that. Everything was lights out. When I came too, half the team was leaning over the entire coaching staff. The coaches were trying to keep them all back and in the distance I could hear the sirens. Shit! This must be bad if they called the ambulance. The head coach, Mr. Johnson, had his face all screwed up funny and was telling me to take it easy. I tried to set up and nothing was happening. There were a lot of rather large needles that raced up and down my legs and back. They turned into knives real quick. Before I could settle back down, there was another bright flash and then nothing. One smell that you might never forget is the sterile scent of a hospital room as you swim your way back to consciousness. It's the first thing that you become aware of and it takes days to wash itself from your mouth. The next thing that I was able to grasp was that my mother, father and the coach were there with me. They were whispering and you know that's got to be bad. I asked them what was wrong and Coach was the first one to walk over to the bed. He told me that the doctors said it was a severely pinched nerve and that things would be alright soon enough. He kinda let it hang there in the air for a moment and I knew that the season was over for me. We have a very grounded sense of reality in Hicksville. "There's no reason that the air needs to be polluted with the smell of human bullshit." My grandfather used to say. Still holds true. Especially in Hicksville. Now I know that I promised not to drag this on and there hasn't been a single sex scene, but stick with me for a moment longer. If you didn't know all this then you wouldn't understand the directions thing went after I left the hospital. There's only a few more boring tales and then I promise it will get better. Remember what I said about the human bullshit stinking up the air? Well the doctors released me from the hospital Friday morning and I wasn't even allowed to attend the next to last regular season game. If we won this game and the next, we could be looking at three additional weeks to play. Coach had one rule that he pounded into us year after year; miss one regular season game and you don't play in the playoff games. I didn't think that this would really apply to me, I was injured and all. When I asked him if I was going to be allowed to play, he simply stated that my injury didn't happen on the field. Talk about the air starting to stink. When I asked him about not getting to go to the game that night, he simply told me that it was doctors orders that I not get bounced around or it might aggravate the nerve. The way that he was ProNouciating the words, the nerve in my back wasn't the only one in danger of agitation. In short, I was off the team and merely a mortal again. Yeah, the team one and there was lots of celebrating, of which I was not invited to. Monday came and instead of my sacks being touted around the school halls, it was some other jerk that was the hero of the day. I spent all day slinking from class to class wallowing in waves of self-pity. Until Miss Simpson's class. Try as I might, I could not stop my outright love of this woman from squashing the hate and anger that had been threatening to burst all day. There was simply something about the way that she moved, the way that she smelled. Hell even the plain sweater and long skirt was enough to pull me out of the quagmire for a while. But only for a while. Ted Stout took care of that. He was the instant hero that I mentioned before. He made some wise-assed remark about gimpy-backed wannabes and there was no way to miss the fact that he was talking about me. I spent the last of the class hidden under my ball-cap and didn't utter another sound. All I could think of was getting my back in shape and then tackling Stout's ass too soon. The bell went off with it's usual clang and not too soon. I was more than ready to limp all the way home without the luxury of the bus ride just to get away from all the assholes. "Mr. Jones?" Miss Simpson was calling me. "I'd like to talk to you for a moment or two if you don't mind." I sighed that defeated breath of sudden gloom, trying to figure out what I'd done now. Slumping back into my chair as slow as I could to prevent the inevitable pain, I could hear the snickers of the before mentioned assholes. The class emptied and I waited. Miss Simpson was busy clearing her desk. "Mikey, I know that this mess has you all twisted up inside, but why are you letting it ruin your day?" Wow, she called me Mikey. Being that she was Miss Simpson, she could call me limpdick and I wouldn't care. But she called me Mikey and that meant that there wasn't anything wrong. "I don't know Miss Simpson." I thought for a moment or too and tried to avoid looking at her. I was always honest with her, but anytime that I looked at her I would get tongue-tied. "It's just that this was my last year and even though I know that I won't go to college or anything because of it, I love the game. I love to play and I know that I'm good." Christ, I was starting to ramble. "What do you mean, "not going to college". Why in the hell would you say that?" She cusses? I wondered to myself. "You are the brightest student that I have in the senior class and I thought that you were going to try and do something with the knowledge that you seem to possess." I had to look at her then. "I mean, look at yourself for a moment. You're 18. You have a great physique." That turned my face red. "You've scored dammed well on the SAT's and ACT's. Any college would love to get their hands on you." She walked over to where I was setting and settled into a chair next to me. That was cool and all, but when she put her hand on my arm the only thought was that I could not get hard. I started repeating it over and over in my head. Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard. "Mikey? Mikey?" Oh shit. She was talking to me and I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. "Mikey, I asked you if you were still riding the bus?" All I could do was nod. "Is it your back? You seem flushed. Are you okay?" "No, I'm okay Miss Simpson, really. I was just thinking about the college thing" Was she going to buy it? She nodded and I sighed a mental breath of relief. "Well listen, I want to talk to you about this. Can I give you a ride and we discuss this on the way to your folks?" I nodded again, almost afraid to do anything else. Why was I thinking about her this way now? She was trying to help and all I could do was pray that the ache in my jeans would go away before I had to stand up. It didn't. She stood up first and when she offered a hand to help, the contact only cemented the growing hardness. Fuck Fuck Fuck. If she noticed, she didn't say a word thankfully. She walked over to her desk and collected her bag and then returned to escort me out. The walk to her car mainly concerned my comfort. We walked real slow which was fine and I was able angle the lump in my pants away from her. Thankfully it was gone before we got outside. The parking lot was already starting to empty and we got into her little foreign looking car. It only had two seats and that put me right back into the danger zone. This time I was surrounded by the smell of her. Damn, did she ever smell good too. Of course this could only lead to one thing and I slipped my books onto my lap before she could see that telltale tent. "Buckle-up Mikey." She was latching hers as I tried to twist around. There were the knives again and I must have let out a small moan or something. "Oh fuck Mikey, I'm so sorry. I should have realized…" She quickly unbuckled and leaned over to help me. I was so torn up on whether or not to pass out or spend the rest of my life smelling her auburn hair. Flowers and something musky. Damned if I didn't feel dizzy all the sudden. It was almost like sitting there but not being there and when she moved my booked from my lap, she had to have seen the bulge. When she dragged the seatbelt over and I felt her hand brush against it, she had to have felt it. But to this day I swear I was not sitting in that car just then. I was there of course, but I wasn't. "Well, let's get you to the house and then we'll take care of that." What? Oh yeah, my back. Surely she was talking about my back. I tried to listen as she drove the few minutes from one end of town to the other. I really did. But I was still floating off somewhere. What the hell was wrong with me? "Hello. Earth to Mikey. Are we still here?" I heard the light tinkling of laughter. When I was able to focus and I realized that we were pulled up into the drive of her house. "Can you get out of the car?" I looked over at her and it was like seeing someone all brand new. Her face was lit up and she was more beautiful than I could ever remember. "We're at your house." I know that I must have looked stupid because it sure did sound stupid. "You really are out of it aren't you?" she laughed. "Mikey I told you six blocks ago that I needed to stop by my place to pick up some mail to send out. It's on the way to your house and you even told me that it was okay." I could vaguely remember something about mail but felt my face turn several shades of red. "Miss Simpson, I have to tell you something." "Please Mike, call me Denise and if it's about the crush that you've had on me for two years, I know." She leaned a bit closer to me and whispered in my ear "If it's about the hard-on that you have in your pants, I swear I will never tell a soul." Oh shit fuck piss. She knew. "Mike please, I've seen the way that you've looked at me and in case you aren't aware, the desks do nothing that hide any of the boy's hard-ons. At all. I see them all day long and while it's wrong of me to think anything, I do get flattered as much as any other woman would." All I know is that at that moment all I wanted to do was sink down through the seat, down past the floorboard and ooze my way home somehow. "Let's get inside and I'll pour some ice tea for the two of us and we'll talk about college. Nothing more than that I promise. Just promise me one thing…" She left that in the air till I looked at her. "We are both adults and all I want you to know is that you can trust me completely." She climbed out of the car and came over to my side. I was starting to think again and when she opened my door, I climbed out on my own. She started to help me and I took the opportunity to try and hug her. She was gentle but pushed me away. "Not here Mike, I'm a teacher and you're a student. Don't ever forget that." She offered a shoulder and supported me as we started into the house. "But when we get inside, I'm Denise and you're Mike." Damn this erection anyways. We ended up talking about school believe it or not. The tea was as good as my mother ever made except that Denise put a couple of mint leaves in it. It was relaxing in a way because we sat across the coffee table from each other and it was something that I found myself more and more interested in. There could actually be life outside of Hicksville. The room slowly started growing dark and I knew that it was late. "Mike, should you call your Mom and Dad so they don't worry?" She got up from the couch that she was sorta lying on and went through the room lighting candles. "I don't want you in trouble with them." She pointed to the phone and I got up to make the call. I kept it short and simple. It wasn't like I had a curfew, but Denise was right, they would worry if they didn't hear from me. My injured back and all. While I was explaining that I was talking to a teacher about my grades and future, Denise came up behind me and nudged me gently. I turned to her and she mouthed out "hurry". I told them that I might go and hang out a little and that not to wait up. Yes everything was fine and that my back was fine too. It was a lot of gesturing on their end, but all part of being a parent in this place. When I finally hung up, I looked over at Denise and she patted the cushion next to her on the couch. "There's something that we need to talk about Mike." After sitting down, she leaned back a little. "The reason that I keep bringing the subject of college is that I want to make you an offer" she chuckled a little, "I want to make you an offer you can't refuse." "This is my last year here. I'm quitting at the end of the school year and moving to Richmond." I know that my jaw was starting to slowly fall. "I received an offer from a University there and I want to take it. Of course that means that I have to move and leave all this behind," another chuckle, "but there is more for me in Richmond. There could be more for you too." I swear I heard my teeth rattle when my jaw finally hit the floor. Denise leaned close to me and using two fingers she closed my mouth. Remember that dizzy feeling? It slammed back into me with a vengeance. There are two things that I need to let you all know at this point. One is that the last kiss I ever had was in the 7th grade from a girl that I can't even remember her name. It's not because I'm ugly or anything, but that I just never had another chance is all. Secondly, and it should be a no-brainer, is that I was still a virgin. Maybe not to my hand, but certainly towards any other living being. What was happening now was totally new ground. Denise leaned a bit closer. "I know you're a smart man Mike, tell me what you're thinking right now, right here." I could feel her sweet breath on my mouth. "I think that this is the point that I'm supposed to kiss you or something." We were so close at this point that I could feel the heat from her mixing with my own. "You get an A." How many people remember that first grown-up kiss? You know who it was. You know where it happened. You remember the taste, the feel and the excitement. The thing is you remember every last detail and it becomes a living thing. It's a memory that you relive and it never looses a bit of the magic. It was several moments before we pulled apart. Now mind you, there was no tongue or anything, but it was totally the sensual thing that I will ever experience. Well, up to that point. "Now, Mr. Jones, let's stay on the subject. Oh and by the way, you get an A for effort as well." She settled back a little, but snaked her feet into my lap. Without thinking, I dropped my hands to them and started rubbing them. "I want you to go with me. This is a one-time offer and I need an answer before the end of the evening. So here's my offer." I was trying to think and rub her feet. That kiss did something to me that seemed to ease all the nervousness. "I'm listening." "I want you to go with me and live with me. You will pay your own way, but I think that I can help you secure either a student loan to help with your school expenses, or we can apply now for a scholarship." She eased down into the couch a little more and I swear she was trying to feel the newly reborn erection I was sporting at the time. "If we can apply now, everything will be ready by the time you graduate. You can move with me and I will take care of all the costs of living. You will have to pay for everything past that." Her feet were starting to actually rub against my cock at this point. It was an incredible tease and I was beyond enjoying it. "Why are you doing all this Denise?" I pulled her feet till the pressure was enough to push my cock tight against my pants. "Why go to all the trouble of this when you could have anyone else around you other than me?" "Because you're smart and you deserve a lot more than you'll ever get in this shit-forsaken town." She knew what I was up to and started rubbing her toes the length of my cock. "And because part of me loves you." That stopped me cold. "Now wait a second Mike, I said a part of me. I'm not saying love as in marriage and kids. I'm saying love in the way that I want you around and I want to see what you can become. You have more inside you than you might realize and I don't want that wasted here." Her feet were definitely doing more for me at that moment than my hand ever did. "Okay, okay, enough of this." She sat up and pulled her feet from my crotch with one movement. For a second I thought that I had done something horribly wrong. "I have got to see if my feet are lying to me or not." When she swapped sided on the couch and her head was close to mine, all I could do was stare into her eyes. "Are your going to tell me what I already know or do I have to ask?" I had no idea what she was talking about and she saw the lost look easily enough. "Oh my God Mike, you are aren't you. You're still a virgin." Now if anyone else had ever said this to me I would have been either mortified or pissed beyond anything, but seeing the look of wonderment in her eyes squashed anything other that the truth. "Yes". There was nothing else said and really nothing to say. She simply reached for my belt buckle. When it snapped open, I eased up off the couch and she undid my pants. I slid them down and off with her help and she pushed me back down on the couch. She fished into my boxers and her eyes widened when she pulled my hard cock from my pants. "Oh sweet Jesus" she sighed and then plunged her mouth down around my cock. I felt it all. Everything. The sweetness of her lips. The swirl of her tongue. The slight nip and scrape of her teeth. I remember there being a lot of sighing and moaning but whether it was hers or mine doesn't matter to me. This was beyond anything that I could comprehend. Her hands were busy running over my chest and down to my thighs. I reached up and pulled my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. She was running her lips from the tip of my cock all the way to the base of it and each time there was a slight slurping sound. I was so busy watching the top of her head that I missed the part where she slid out of her skirt and worked her sweater up to her shoulders. "A little help here please Mr. Jones". I realized what was happening and pulled her sweater off. I distinctly remember wishing that she would raise up so that I could see her body, but her mouth attacked my cock once more. I could feel her bare breasts on my thighs and knew in an instant that the small points were her nipples. This was just as stimulating as her mouth was and I felt a low rumbling in my swollen balls. "Denise…Denise? I tried to pull her up because I knew what was coming, so to speak. "God, Denise stop or I'm going to orgasm." I was fairly yelling at this point. She stopped what she was doing and sat up. Her lips covered me and although I knew that she had just been sucking my cock, her lips were the sweetest thing that I had tasted to that point in my life. "Most people say that they are going to cum. Orgasm is so clinical sounding. So try it again." She lowered her head again and I swear she was working harder and faster this time. "Denise, I mean it. I'm going to orgas…I'm going to cum if you don't stop." I tried to pull her away from the impending event, but she only pushed my hands away and moaned against my hardened length. I felt my cock swell even larger and knew that I was seconds away from my first orgasm with someone other than myself. She pulled up for a second with a wet sounding pop. "I'm the teacher and you are my student. From now on you are to listen and learn. Agree?" She looked into my eyes and I could see what lust was all about at that moment in my life. I simply nodded and pulled her head back close to my cock. She slowly slid my entire length into her mouth and started humming low. I could feel all of the vibrations from tip to base and started shaking. She was relentless and started up and down on my shaft. I could barely hang one and then it happened. With a roar, I started cumming. It was chocolate sundaes on a hot summer's Saturday night. It was the sweetest rose on St Valentine's Day. It was the perfect caramel covered apple at Halloween. No, it was better than that. This was sex. This was sex with the person who had fueled my fantasies for two years and I was at her mercy. I could feel pulse after pulse leap from my cock into her swallowing mouth. She grabbed my hand and held it to her throat as proof of her desire. With each shot of my cum, I could feel the muscles in her throat constrict. Every fiber of my being was screaming with song. And she was my orchestra. It felt ethereal and I grew lost in the glorious dark of passion. I felt her shifting closer to me but I couldn't open my eyes yet. I wanted to just exist for a moment longer. She ran a hand along my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. When our lips met, she parted mine with a short stab of her tongue. Some of what I had given her was there, sliding it's way from her mouth to mine and I gladly took it. Her gift to me as I had gifted her. We parted and at last I opened my eyes. "That's the part of you that I love Michael. That is the part that I knew was there." She whispered. She stood and offered her hand. "There is much for you to learn. Are you ready for the next lesson?" I slowly nodded and rose to meet her. "Good"

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Title: Fresh Out Ch. 04 Tags: rimming, interracial, black men, fingering, oral, domination, deep throating, gay for you, best friends, first time *Please note that this is a work of fiction and engaging in risky behavior is dangerous in the real world. Play safely and get tested.* \*\*\*\*\* It all happened so fast. Neville walked in the house and went straight to his room, he was done hiding out in his own house. There was great purpose in the way he took the stairs two at a time, jogged the length of the hall. He pushed into his room and immediately noticed the bed made with fresh sheets. The acidic tinge of sick was gone, replaced by nag champa incense that burned in the window sill. The shower was running, the bathroom door open. He would have liked to think it was an invitation but he sat down on the bed instead and tried not to think of his not so secret crush naked and wet in the next room. "You left me..." And Neville let him have it as soon as Brion stepped out of the bathroom. His honey toned skin still dewy from the hot shower, shorts hung loosely around his waist and Neville wasn't the slightest bit distracted. He cussed him out for the things Brion said the night before, for things he said all those years ago. That's how the argument started. They went back and forth, circling each other. Then two fingers to the chest of the other. It was barely a shove but it was enough. The barrier had been breached and a tussle ensued. It wasn't the first time but never with the intensity as that moment. They were men now. There were no pulled punches. Neville might have been bigger but Brion was faster and boxed when they were kids. And he was almost as strong, at one point he had Neville pinned against the dresser. He held Neville's right arm behind him and used his knee to pin the other. In his other hand he grabbed Neville's tank top, the chest gathered in his fist. "I needed you and you fucking left me, "he screamed in Neville's face, his eyes wet and body trembling with emotion. "The fuck you mean... You believed that skee-ho gold digging cum bucket over me what you expect me to do... I left you... Mufucka you kicked me out," Neville roared back, flexing under Brion's hold so hard the dresser rocked back against the wall. The force knocked their heads together and their noses collided, lips brushed briefly against each others. "The fuck off me nigga, " Neville grunted as he pushed off again, but this time Brion pressed his body forward. Their lips met, intentionally this time but Neville was too angry to stop struggling. Even after Brion loosened the grip he held on his wrist and moved his hand to lace his fingers with Neville's. He felt the rough fingertips on his chest, tracing the nearly invisible stretch marks there. It was the tongue that flicked slowly against his bottom lip that got his attention but he didn't succumb. Not completely anyway. "Wait, Breeze what you doing yo, "he rasped as he pulled his head away, though their hands stayed tangled together behind him. All Brion did was shush him as he chased his lips, shifting his weight so that he sat in Neville's lap.The shorts slid as he moved and Neville felt his excitement against his abs. That did it. He gave in and accepted the persistent pleas of Brion's tongue to get into his mouth. "Are you sure, " Neville tried to say, to remain rational. In all his dreams he never saw it happening this way, for Brion to be the aggressor. He'd always fantasized an (un)fortunate accident or for Neville himself to grow balls and jump on him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined those callused fingers would be the first to find his manhood, nor did he think that hand would encircle both their cocks and stroke. He pulled Neville's hand around to hold him and didn't flinch when that strong grip pulled him forward then back again, making Brion rock in his lap. "Oh shit," Brion grunted as he found the magic rhythm, working his hips and hand in tandem. Neville grabbed the back of his neck and forced his tongue back into his mouth for Brion to suck. No words were spoken, no instruction given but as soon as it passed his lips Neville felt the gentle suction and moaned. His other hand slipped further into Brion's shorts and squeezed his bare ass. "Fuck Breeze you gonna make me nut..." "That's the point, "he said and Neville smacked his ass so hard his own hand stung. His back arched and his legs clenched around Neville's broad torso. He liked that, Neville thought, and gave him another one. And another and another before Brion began to pant and gasp. "Fuck... Fuck... I'm bout to bust Nev..." Not wanting to get left behind Neville started to rut his hips against Brion's stroking hand. He clasped his mouth against his so tight their teeth clashed but that didn't stop them. Neville simply tip his head up and push his tongue against Brion's moans. They were music to his ears and Neville wanted nothing more than to keep those going for as long as Brion allowed. A bite to his bottom lip, the pressure good enough to make Brion cry out. Just as he did, the first volley of his climax hit Neville's chin pushing them over the edge together. From there they went shot for shot painting each other with their loads. Without thinking Neville pull Brion's face away from his and raced to catch the pearls they'd painted on his chest. He grunted and slurped hungrily at the trails, his teeth scraping against flesh. "Fuck that's nasty nigga," Brion said but his tone in no way implied disgust to Neville's ears. In fact he brought his long slender fingers to Neville's lips and pushed them in. He smirked as Neville slurped them into his mouth. "Suck," he said quietly but Neville felt a hint of authority in his voice and decided to give an order of his own. "Up," he said but he didn't wait for Brion to respond, instead lifted him bodily from his lap, took two steps and tossed him onto the bed. He tried to get up but Neville pushed him back down and smiled as fear flashed across that handsome face. "Don't worry Breeze I'm not goin' fuck you but when I'm done you might be begging." With that he yanked the shorts away and set to sucking the last of their seed from the fur between his cute little barely inny navel and his cock . He heard him moan but was lost in the exploration of their flavors and continued to lick and suckle every drop of Brion's precious essence. He wanted more, needed more of the thick salty musk of this man he'd always loved. And he would get it no matter how much Brion insisted he wouldn't get it up. "I'm telling you bruh, it ain't happening," he gasp as Neville moved his head to suckle his balls. His body tensed with each lick of the sensitive flesh between his sack and anus. He didn't pull away and Neville smiled, ran his nose along the base of Brion's heavy 6 inches. It wasn't even half hard but Neville had seen it at the 9 it would be at full length. Brion brought his hands to the back of Neville's head and pulled in as Neville breathed in deep. He moaned low and deep as Neville dragged his lips across his inner thighs. Then it happened, the moment Neville had been waiting for. The widening of those strong corded thighs, an invitation to enjoy him further. Neville took a quick peek at Brion, his head back eyes closed lost in pleasure. The pleasure that Neville gave. He kissed and licked, nibbled and caressed Brion's entire package waiting for the moment his hips began to writhe. When they did he slowly, deliberately lifted those muscled legs with no resistance. From this angle Neville got a good look at the true prize of the day. Tight, pinker than he imagined and ringed by a fine coating of curly brown hair, Neville wasted no time getting his first taste. He knew this would be a shock to any heterosexual man, the teasing of his anus, but Neville hoped that Brion would not stop him. Slowly he began, tentative pokes at his rim that were answered by moans and grunts of pleasure. Neville raised his eyes again as he took a long slow lick around the circumference of his entrance and watched as the other man shuddered and gasped. Another revolution arched his back off the mattress and Neville couldn't help the growl that escaped his chest at that, nor the slap he delivered to Brion's hard abs with both hands. He trailed his fingers down the rippled 8 pack and hot bulging oblique muscles, ran his tongue along the indentation there before he made a triangle with his hands around Brion cock and balls. His rock hard cook, that dripped and leaked precum down his shaft. Neville started to bring that to his attention but didn't want to seem arrogant so he enjoyed the view on his own. He squeezed his package, pushing it up and away from his asshole. He blew on it and the tight little hole flexed ever so slightly. He spit on it and Brion gasped but when Neville pressed his tongue against it Brion's hips shot up off the bed. "Fuck baby lick my ass," he groaned and Neville bit his lip to keep from thinking too much of the pet name. Instead he distracted himself with loving strokes of his tongue against that now quivering hole. With his thumbs, Neville massaged the base of Brion's balls as he slowly made the push to get inside him. Every thrust of his tongue was met with a thrust of his hips, if Neville held his tongue inside him Brion would grind against his face. "Shit that feel too good...Gotdamn you got me rocked up like a mufucka..." Brion trailed off into grunts and whimpers as he started to stroke himself. Neville would have rather he didn't but couldn't bring himself to stop him. He'd wanted to see him just like this, skin glistening and face flush. His eyes lost somewhere in the back of his head, toes curled tight as he beat his dick feverishly. He was on the brink, Neville could feel it in the way his hole quivered and clenched around his tongue. He wanted him to come, to explode from his touch. With an almost evil grin, Neville shoved his thick thumb deep inside that hot hole. "Ohhhh shit you sneaky muthafuckmeI'mbouttobustthisnut!!" Neville had to hold him down for fear his thrashing hips might twist his thumb the wrong way as he Brion bucked his way through his second climax. Once he settled Neville slipped his thumb from his hole and watched as it clenched itself closed. Gently he kissed that pucker before he stood, all the while his eyes on Brion basking in the afterglow. He went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water then proceeded to wipe away the evidence of their tryst. When he was finished he went back into the bathroom to clean himself up. Back in his room he dropped his shorts and kicked them into his hamper then left naked to get them water. A smile crept across his lips as he came back to find Brion sprawled out in the center of his bed. It wasn't the first time Neville had watched him sleep but now he didn't care if he got caught. "Damn I can see why you couldn't keep a bitch," Brion said groggily as he rolled over onto his side, showing Neville his chiseled back and bubble butt. "Can't even hold a brotha after you get that nut off huh? Fucked up bruh." Neville laughed and smack his ass as he climbed into bed beside him. He wasn't sure how much affection was too much so he didn't go for full blown spooning just yet, instead he settled for a hand to his thigh. By the time he settled Brion snored quietly beside him. He vaguely remembered turning on his tv and guzzling half his water. They slept, long and hard. Slumber lowering thier last inhibitions and allowed them touch. Neville lay on his back, Brion on his stomach. His head on Neville's pillow, arm across his chest, lips grazing his shoulder before Neville shifted down. He ran his hand down Brion's thigh and squeezed a little before he settled with a long deep breathe of his scent. One or the other stirred Brion into full wakefulness and he cleared his throat. "Well, this is awkward," Neville said as he quickly tried to roll away, hiding his hurt feelings. He had been dreaming he thought. But then there was pressure on his hip and an arm around his neck. "Chill, yo I'm comfortable...But yeah a little," he added the last with a chuckle but Neville stayed in close. "I mean it might just be me but I think I still smell my boys on ya breathe." That got a shot to the rib that was just hard enough to make Brion flinch but he laughed and continued. "What, I'm just saying..." "Naw it sound like you complaining," Neville said as he went for another love tap, this one to the chest but blocked. "Naw, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying you a nasty mufucka that all...also not a complaint," Brion added quickly with a laugh. He took a deep breathe, his hand slowly making its way down Neville's chest and sighed. "You know, the other day...I couldn't...You shocked me..." "I'm good bud..." "Naw let me finish," he said quietly as his hand came to rub Neville's hard stomach. It had begun to round a little thanks to Gianni's home cooking and rejoining life in the real world. Neville watched that hand, willing it to go lower. He felt Brion on his hip, his hardness wedged between them. "You remember that girl lived across the hall from us freshman year?" "Tarin," Neville said with a laugh as he remember Brion's freak of an on again off again girlfriend. Neville had always liked her, and not just because she let him watch. "Yeah you probably got as many blowjobs as I did from that one," Brion said and Neville felt his cock twitch against his hip. "That easter weekend, we stayed and she did us both. I saw you...the way you watched her mouth...licked your lips..." His hopes answered, Neville moaned as Brion started to stroke him again all the while thrusting slowly in time against him. Brion moved to put his face to Neville's, his lips brushed against his ear. "I got the hint and did some digging...you really need to learn to clear your browser history bruh...I knew you wanted it. I started noticing you checking me and at first it kind of weirded me out but that didn't last long. We did everything together man, always had each others back. You went out for track in high school for me why couldn't I do this for you...I know it's not the same but it is. I figured you'd tell me." Neville moaned and spread his legs as Brion moved his hand down beneath his balls. His long fingers wasted no time making his intentions known forcing their way in between his cheeks. "But you didn't then you went away and I was stuck out here with all these feelings. It wasn't just you wanting me anymore. I wanted this," he said with a smack to Neville's quivering hole. "But then when you kissed me I got shellshocked. I didn't expect it to be so...I didn't know how much...It was good. Too good and it scared me. Then I lost my mind last night and you know why? Not because of any shake to my sexuality. I was jealous..." "It's not..." Neville managed to say as he watched Brion lift up and lean to his bedside table. He snooped through more than his browser history, Neville thought as Brion knew exactly what drawer to find the flavored lube Gianni told him to buy when they went toy shopping. He poured some on his fingers and rubbed it along Neville's crack making him moan. "Like that I know, I know but I was fucked up. I figured you'd come to bed at some point and I could set you right but you didn't...Mmmm that's it open up for me," Brion said into his ear as Neville lay back and spread his knees wide. "I wanted to give you this dick so bad baby but I ain't wanna share you with the white boy just yet." Neville laughed at that. "Yet," Neville repeated breathily as he felt pressure of a middle finger on his rim. He opened his eyes just in time to see Brion smiling at him lustily. His eyes lidded and bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he gave his finger the final push inside Neville's tight hole. They both moaned at that. "Yeah," he said as he slowly working his finger in that hot chute, rotating his finger back and forth before he started to pull out. Neville watched him watch his hole and lick his lips as it began to loosen under Brion's attention. His dick stood up rock hard against his flat stomach and Neville wanted nothing more than to put it in his mouth. He reached for it, to stroke it, but Brion swatted his hand away. "Naw I had my turn earlier," He whispered, his eyes on Neville, silently asking if he was ready for more. Their eyes locked, Brion squeezed a good amount of the sticky vaguely chocolate flavored goop onto Neville cock before he took it in his grip. The way he looked at it Neville thought he might be working up the nerve to put it in his mouth. He fisted the sheets at the thought, hips thrusted down to meet the two fingers pushing into him. "So how close is it to eating pussy," He asked with a smirk. "I mean aside from the nuts on your nose pretty close," Neville grunted as Brion spread his fingers inside him. He rocked his ass down to meet his knuckles, eyes slammed shut he was starting to get tunnel vision with the double sensation in his groin. This wasn't the first time he'd had something inside him while he stroked, Neville was sure Brion had seen the two toys in that draw and the little brown bottle. The still unopened jar of water based stuff he read about on line. He imagined Brion might have come across Neville's research on it's uses in his "digging". "Yeah that's what I figured," Brion said and pull his fingers all the way out. Neville heard the whimper as he watched the slow closing of that muscle. He lean down and blew on it, making Neville shiver and moan his name before he pushed in three fingers. After a few gentle strokes he pulled all the way out again and gave Neville's gape a hard slap before it closed making the big man squirm and moan his name again. "Ohhh fuck Breeeeze..." "Yeah say my name again," Brion said with another slap, this one to Neville's sensitive taint. It stung like a bitch but that big black log started dripping clear love juice all over Brion's stroking hand. "Come on baby say it for me." Neville wasn't so far gone not to recognize what was happening. He heard the tone in Brion's voice change, felt his change of posture. But he couldn't fight it, couldn't stop himself from giving in. Those fingers found their way back inside him and thrust in time with the firm grip on his cock. The rich musk of masculinity filled his nostrils as Brion moved his crotch to Neville's face. He gave his cock a slap before he grabbed his own, push the tip to Neville's lips. "Say it for me babyboy," he said and Neville whimpered as Brion ran his dick along his bottom lip. When Neville opened his mouth Brion pulled away laughing. "Ah ah ahhh, no baby not til I say so...or you say it." Neville tried to reach up and grab it himself but Brion pinched his nipple hard, making him cry out and his cock drip some more. "When we used to play touch on the greens you never wanted to play your position. You always wanted to be my center. I thought it was because you wanted to protect me, imagine my surprise when I find out it's cause you want to bend over for me. Wanted to feel me pushed up behind you tight, hoping you get a feel of my dick on your ass." "You don't know shit," Neville said, not even believing it himself and Brion laughed. "I know I got you open as fuck right now...breathing all hard. Sweating and shit. I know you want me to throw you this dick. I know you losing that fight to hold out on me. You know how I get down baby, you seen me put in work. You always been curious, since that first time you seen me bend Tarin over my desk. Maybe later. I want to see your face the first time you take it," He whispered over Neville's gasps. He chuckled and gave his fingers a twist, knowing he'd found that magical place inside Neville that would open him completely. He wanted to hear it though. "Mmmm see I just want to make you feel good babyboy. Let me take care of you baby..." He couldn't take it anymore, his fingertips on the ledge Neville let go his grip and plummeted over the edge. He screamed his name over and over again, with every volley of his load as it shot into the air. He vaguely heard Brion mumble something about being ready and the next thing he knew there were balls on his ass and a cock deep inside him. Neville howled at the quick, savage entry but he loved every second. His mind was on fire, pleasure center erupting as Brion went right at him, thrusting through the end of his climax. Neville's chute writhed and quivered around the invasion, trying desperately to grip the rod but Brion slicked the hole well enough that he slipped easily in and out. "Mmmhmm, that's it babyboy take it for me...take all that dick," Brion grunted into Neville's neck as he pounded into him, their balls slapping loudly against each other. "Fuck that's tight...got me wanting to knock the lining out this ass." He paused then and looked at Neville as he ground his hips into him. He lowered himself so they lay chest to chest, nose to nose. "I'm the first," he said quietly, all of a sudden the bravado gone. The look in his eye was still passion filled but it was softer, loving almost. Neville nodded but that wasn't enough and in an instant the machismo was back. "Aww baby you mean to tell me I'm the first one up in this hot little hole. Ain't nobody else been up in it? Damn got nigga feeling like this mine...Dats what you trying to tell me babyboy...This my ass?" Neville had hoped he wouldn't ask, especially not like this, as he ground his legnth deep inside him. Every stroke made him see stars. He couldn't in his right mind deny what he knew to be true. Neville had always wanted it to be Brion who took his cherry. "Yes," he barely said as he clung to the sheets, his legs wrapped tight around Brion's hips, keeping him in deep. "What was that I ain't hear you?" He teased as he ran his tongue along Neville's lips. "Say it again for me babyboy." "Fuck Breeze you feel so good..." "Yeah you too baby but don't change the subject...tell me what I want to hear." He couldn't take it anymore and gave in completely. "Fuck me Breeze that shit all yours...take my ass fuck you feel so good inside me...it want all of it every inch of that fat dick pounding inside me...fuck me harder don't stop..." "Mmm shit baby I bet you want this nut too don't you?" Brion asked and Neville could feel him tensing above him. He strokes were starting to become off beat and shallow. He was right, Neville wanted nothing more than to be bred by his best friend and told him so. "Ohhh please Brion you know I want it...mmm all of it dump that hot cum inside me..." "That's right babyboy beg for it," Brion said with a soft kiss before he grunted and threw all his weight into Neville for the last stroke before his eruption. Their open mouths pressed together Brion grunted for him to take it over and over with every squirt of his load.

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 45 Tags: clean, no sex, training, assassin, epic fantasy, human, character growth, character progression, story progression, ongoing **Chapter 3 - The New Trade** *"The Ace of Diamonds is one of those little whispers you hope never crosses your ears and pray to each god individually never crosses your lips. Some of those in less scrupulous circles have developed their connections and bladecraft because of her. Others? We develop our hospitality.* *Starting with words like 'The myth, the legend, as I live and breathe! Come in, come in! May I get you something to drink' seems like the most sensible way to begin any such conversations with those who can end your life as they make their morning meal; many people sincerely underestimate the value of groveling.* *But then it didn't help my father any, so maybe you shouldn't be listening to me."* *Baharah Molsen* *'Killers and Saints of The End of the World'* **Felicia** *Splash!* Cold wet daggers ripped Felicia from the embrace of a fitful, shallow sleep. She started awake with her fight-or-flight response tearing at her and a mind so muddled with exhaustion she couldn't even remember where she'd gone to rest. Soaking wet and miserable she clawed at her sleeping bag, orienting herself to the ground and only eventually becoming aware of a presence standing near her. "Guh!" Felicia spat a bunch of water and wiped at her face eagerly to clear her eyes. There was gloom all around which meant early morning. Maybe? Remembering the presence she felt, she looked up to it and blinked a few times. "Why'd you do that?!" The teenager didn't even have time to react before that presence was upon her pushing her into the damp earth with a heavy hand right between her breasts. "Why," it- she- whispered in a low purr. "What is your reason for waking up today?" Panic shot through her like a cold spike. The predatory rumble of the northern hunter atop her made the question a statement, a test to pass or fail. Felicia blinked a bit more water from her eyes and squinted against the dark. She could barely make out Lostariel's features, pale and angular though they were, she was a wraith extruded from shadow more than she was a human being. Her eyes were intense, focused. Boring straight through Felicia's soul. "I won't ask again," the would-be murderer said. "Uh-" Thinking quickly, Felicia blurted out the first thing that came to mind; the truth. "To learn how to stop you from killing my friend." "That's a long term goal," Lostariel said flatly. "What is your goal for today." Felicia puzzled on it for a moment. "To put more distance between us and the guards-" "We have several leagues lead. We are going to need to get on a caravan route before much longer. Try again." Try again? What the hell was she supposed to say? "Gee, I don't know. Maybe I'll get my boots shined and-" Lostariel slapped her. Hard. It stung so hard that Felicia almost cried before the northerner's arm had finished its powerful arc. She covered her mouth. Bit into her palm. A lifetime on the southern plains had taught her you *didn't* scream at night. You bore the pain. And what a pain it was. When Felicia went to articulate it she tasted blood. The two women stared at one another. Friends- at least in Felicia's eyes- and adversaries at once. But there was something to it. Felicia *had* begged to be taught what she needed to know. She'd willingly become a student to someone her elder. Getting snide or combative wasn't going to help anything if she wanted a chance to learn what she needed to. Reluctantly, and with a quickly numbing mouth she mumbled a vague apology. Lostariel closed the final bit of distance, burying her knee right between Felicia's thighs. She was quick, sharp and demanding with her hand grabbing Felicia's uninjured shoulder and pulling her in so there was no doubt who was going to be in charge- as if there ever had been- of their interactions going forward. "Face the day with a goal in mind," she said icily. "One that serves your plan and can be accomplished before you sleep. Repeat this day in and day out. This is your first lesson. . . .now what is it you are going to do today?" Felicia licked her lips, swallowed her own blood. She didn't raise her eyes but she made damn sure her voice was strong enough to carry her words; "I'm going to pay attention to your next lesson and when that's done, I'm going to get you to dry off my sleeping bag. . ." The woman actually chuckled. She laughed! Of all the things in the world she could have done, she laughed right in Felicia's face. Then she produced one of her blades and waved it in front of Felicia's face. "Cut up your bag. You won't need it any longer." "W- What? No! No, that's- No!" The blade touched Felicia's cheek. She went still. "You *convinced* me to train you. You have your victory, now you refuse the spoils that come with it? You want this, you accept what comes along with it. . . .today you will learn how to live like a survivor. This bag will make you complacent and weak when you need to be aware." "Nghhh... But I spent good money on it- c- come on, can't we keep it for a couple days?" "No." Lostariel said simply. She then got up, staking her blade beside the girl before she trotted off to the tree where they'd tied the horse up. He snorted his disapproval at her presence but she ignored him and went for Felicia's pack. With a little fishing around she found some dry clothes and tossed them to the still groggy Felicia. "Get up. We're going for a jog." Thus began her first day as an assassin trainee- not with some incredible feat of heroism or flashy maneuver but with a goal accomplished; she'd gotten her trainer to dry her sleeping bag. . . .by having her destroy it. Felicia made a mental note not to ask for anything henceforth. \# The run was murder. Panting and heaving, holding her heavy chest as they jogged through a creek, Felicia just about collapsed. She'd gone too many days without food, her body wasn't ready for this kind of activity. Putting one foot in front of the other was itself an act of will, one that was becoming harder and harder to attempt. She thought about quitting- a lot- but every few moments Lostariel would glance her way. A subtle dare. A little challenge. Give up. You'll only fail Sarah. You'll fail me, too. You can't stop this. Felicia tried to push her body. To push through the burning agony in her calves and the uncomfortable jostling of her generous chest and, more than anything, to push through that voice telling her she was going to watch one friend die at the hands of another friend. She wasn't going to give in. She wouldn't let that happen. The Mawik Plains had bred stronger men and women, stronger than anything the world had seen. She *couldn't* fail- Not until she tripped and faceplanted in the dirt, anyway. Lostariel was beside her in an instant, rolling her over out of the mud and wiping her face down. The killer's expression was impassive, eyes hard and unforgiving. "You need to do better than that." "T- Trying," Felicia wheezed. "Good." Lostariel didn't offer to help her up, neither did she give her the chance to rest. She started off down the path leaving Felicia to recover herself on her own time. Eventually she did just that and got herself sorted out, eventually she got moving again and dug herself out of the pit of whining about how much her body hurt and *eventually* she got jogging again. Eventually. Lostariel kept a slow enough pace that it wasn't hard to catch up, even though she knew it was partly out of pity. This woman had no *idea* what it was like living on the plains and she had the nerve to treat Felicia like an invalid! Sure she was dangerous, incredibly so, but that didn't give her any reason to just ignore what Felicia could do. . . So Felicia pushed herself. Harder and harder with every step. She panted and wheezed and held her unruly chest down flat against her body until it hurt so much she wanted to cry. She fought to take up and then keep the pace they'd set early on and every time she tripped and almost fell, every time she almost gave up she glanced at Lostariel. She reminded herself what was at stake and then she pushed herself. Right up to the point where her body betrayed her; she crashed down on all fours and threw up while Lostariel held her hair back. Then came the tears and the whining. She wasn't going to make it. She wasn't fit for this life. She'd run away from home for the wrong reasons and now she was going to get herself killed trying to stop something that was probably destined to happen anyway! What an idiot she had been! What an idiot she was! "That's enough for now. . ." Lostariel plonked a flask down beside her. "Wash your mouth out and drink." "N- Nuh-" Felicia spit. "I- I can- I can go." "No. You can't." Felicia grabbed for the woman's arm already prepared to tell her- beg if necessary- she wasn't giving up. But to her surprise Lostariel met her gaze with a calming expression and a flicker of warmth in her sharp purple eyes. "I wanted to see how far you'd go. I wasn't going to stop until you couldn't continue," She ran her gloved fingers through Felicia's muddy hair to brush it from her face. "You made it farther than I had thought you capable of. Consider me impressed," She drew back just as easily while Felicia rolled over to sit. "Rest for a few minutes, you've earned it." "A- A test?" Felicia shakily brought the flask to her lips and drank from it. Cool water never tasted sweeter. "It was a test?" "Everything in life is a test. The answer isn't always obvious, neither is the result of your answer at the time." Lostariel pulled her gloves off and crouched down in front of the younger woman. Her thick, powerful thighs were coiled tight, tense and ready to release at a moment's notice. It was a fighting stance even in this moment of calm. It occurred to Felicia that she never really let her guard down. She was hardly sweating, even! Gods, who was this woman? For her part in it, Felicia sipped more water and handed the flask back. "At the time, huh? So you're saying that the results of your choices have landed you here. In a creekbed with me, watching me look a mess." "You'll be more a mess before the day is through," She replied casually and downed the rest of the water. "Have you considered that when we find Sarah, your real test begins? Do you think you can hope to stand a chance when that time comes?" Felicia knew better than to reply, instead feigning an interest in cleaning her hair. As the moments dragged on she tried to muster the stomach to break the silence. Lostariel was content in silence, though, she didn't seem to have the same hang ups or fears the younger girl did. Knowing better than to risk pissing her off, Felicia did the only thing she could do; she looked the woman in the eye and smiled. A tired, empty smile. Lostariel smiled in return. It was anything but kind. \# On the heels of the run came the next round of morning training: strength training. Lostariel's idea of a joke was to have Felicia move an entire rockbed from one side of the stream to the other. One rock at a time- even the small ones- and then move it back ensuring every rock was in exactly the same place as it had been. "Leave everything as you found it and no one will see the effort you put in," She said from her perch on a log. The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon and the day's heat was already swelling in the valley. The longer the monotony went on the more bored, hot and irritated she became. Knowing, just knowing, that Lostariel was watching and judging her every movement made her all the more self conscious and irritable. It was the same way her uncle had taught her to ride a horse, and it drove her up the proverbial wall with how silently damming it was. Finally sick of it, Felicia wheeled on Lostariel, "Say something!" But she didn't. Her purple eyes turned up to Felicia and she simply neutralized her expression in a mask of absolute indifference. "I- what am I doing it wrong?! Right?! Do you want this one over there or-" "Continue." Lostariel said tonelessly. "But-" This time her voice took the tiniest edge. "Continue." Felicia stood here for a moment gauging her chances of showing this woman she was more than capable of whatever she had in mind for them. Sure, maybe she hadn't run as far as Lostariel would have liked, maybe she wasn't a soldier and maybe she wasn't prepared to actually *kill* someone but she *could* do this. Experimentally she tossed a rock up in her hand. Once. Twice. She then tossed it to the other hand trying to make a circle in the air. "Think I could do a magic trick with this? Maybe I could make it disappear or something." Lostariel was not amused. Before the girl had even realized what was going on she tossed the stone up once more. She caught sight of a blur of motion from Lostariel and in the next instant the rock in the air emitted a sharp *crack* as it was stuck by another one. Shards of hot stone lanced across her tender flesh and she flinched away grabbing her face and cursing in every language she knew. Lostariel's voice was irritatingly calm as she spoke, completely ignoring the vile mutterings pouring from the teen's lips. "Effort that gets spent without recognition is the way you will act from now on if you hope to have an impact. The world sees what you wish it to see; no more; no less. The moment you let your concentration slip you invite weaknesses into your public facing persona—" "Gods *dammit* why did you-" "People, your enemies especially, will pick on your weaknesses and find ways to bring you down to their level where they are more comfortable. Your *responsibility* is first to your own safety, that safety begins with your mindset. If you do not want to take this seriously, then neither will I. . ." Felicia started to protest but Lostariel held up a hand. "I won't tell you again. If you wish to waste my time, you've only yourself to blame when I leave you some night when you're asleep. My time is more valuable to me than that." "So you'd just leave me, even after I saved your life?" She scoffed. Openly. Felicia knew she had something; the woman was proud, almost arrogant. Like many 'civilized' folks she thought her reputation defined her. It was something Felicia could use, if rarely. Lostariel hopped off her log and strode over until she was a few feet away. "Would you rather I bleed you dry instead? I told you, I *tolerate* you, that does not make us friends. If I didn't see potential in you, I wouldn't be here right now. . ." "Then why don't you do it?" Carefully- and hoping to hell she'd see it coming if she was wrong- Felicia raised her chin a bit to bear her throat. "You want to be a slave to your namesake, then you'd best get off killing Sarah." Lostariel actually flinched. Her right eye twitched and her gloves creaked a loud protest to her tightening her hands into fists. A flicker of angry, deadly fire sparked in her eyes and for just a split second she looked about to act on the invitation. But she didn't. She stood there for a moment looking the mud splattered teenager over and let out a soft derisive chuff of air. That stung more than it should have. Not that Felicia was under any illusion she'd be able to actually fight, but to be disregarded so easily bothered her considerably. Something of her irritation must have shown because Lostariel closed the distance and *smirked* at her. A smug grin if there ever was. "We'll start with sweat. Then we progress to blood. Then bones. The more sweat you pour out, the less of the other two you'll lose." She thrust her hand out beside Felicia's face. So fast she didn't see it coming. The girl startled. With a flourish Lostariel balled up a handful of Felicia's hair and pulled just hard enough that it was felt. "And in the future. You don't tempt fate you're afraid of. . . You become stronger until you can face it. Do you understand me?" Felicia swallowed and said in a tiny voice. "I do. . ." "Good." In a display obviously meant to accent her point, Lostariel tightened her grip and released it, wandering back to her log. "Finish your work." \# An hour later Felicia was setting the last rock down- not tossing it as she had before. Lostariel looked over the breadth of work she'd undertaken and then hopped off her log. She didn't say anything or even acknowledge the work as she lead Felicia back down the path to their camp. As usual it was the younger woman who broke the awkward silence between them. "Are we going to eat, too?" "Tonight." Felicia groaned. "It's been days-" "You will get used to it. A wolf will go days without eating and consume large portions of an animal in one sitting." Lostariel glanced back. "Hunger motivates all animals to their peak performance. A contented wolf pack will not hunt as well as one that understands its very survival is contingent on a successful hunt." "I uh, you. . . .you realize how insane that sounds, don't you? We're human beings, we can forage and hunt- my entire family are hunters. We didn't starve ourselves to get better at it!" "Then you will hunt for our dinner." "You're killing me." "That's a possibility, not a guarantee." Felicia sighed. "Do you ever, I don't know, lighten up? This whole severe routine is getting kind of old-" "Tell me something," Lostariel stopped in front of her. "Why is it you want me to teach you how to stop me?" "Because if I can convince you Sarah's life is worth sparing, and maybe we can find a better way for *both* of you to continue living." The older woman gave her a thoughtful nod. Strange considering her normally economic movement. "Would you die to convince me?" "Should I have to?" Felicia shot back. That earned her a slight smile. Then it was back to the trail in that heavy silence that followed Lostariel around like a cloud. Surprisingly it didn't last long. "The identity of the Ace of Diamonds has been a generational nickname, a legend carried by a hand full of women for over ninety years. Two of them were killed trying to fulfill contracts beyond their skill, three were killed by their successors before they themselves took the name. It's how it's always worked with this name." She glanced back briefly. "We have bled and died for an identity, a concept." "You mean something to belong to. . ." Lostariel didn't respond, she held some branches aside for Felicia to stagger through. Eventually they emerged at the edge of their little camp and she lifted a canteen from her bag, refilling her flask and handing it off to Felicia. "I was five when I was taken in by the woman who wore the title before me. I was purchased," she sipped her water. "From an orphanage. Myself and eight other children, I was the only one who took to the training and expressed enough initiative to survive the trials she had laid out for us. . . .I killed her when I was fifteen-" Felicia blanched. "D- Do I need to hear this?" She held her hands out in casual indifference. "With my bare hands wrapped around her throat, her pinned under me just as she had taught me to do. I nearly bled out from her knife in my thigh- it's remarkable I can walk at all, actually. "I tell you this so you will understand me with perfect clarity; I am exactly what I am meant to be. I have climbed to my position and I have staked my life on the skills I have trained over *years.* You came along and put a dent in my identity- in the Diamonds persona itself because you want to feel superior. . ." "That's not it-" "Shh," Lostariel put her finger to her lips and held her gaze for a moment. "If you were anyone else I would have killed you without a thought. But. . . .I find myself enjoying the challenge." "What are you saying?" The woman smiled wolfishly. "I *want* you to convince me she needs to be spared. Prove your point. Or die in the attempt." Felicia stared at the woman who was *still* her friend, wondering just where she should start. But then it occurred to her that the 'challenge' she'd been given wasn't just a verbal one. She needed to *earn* her mentor's respect. Which meant a hell of a lot of things, but first and foremost it meant she was going to be moving a hell of a lot more rocks. Even knowing that, the little plainswalker met the assassin's gaze and said in the most resolute voice she could. "Then make me sweat and let's talk about it. . ."

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Horned Succubus The black candles winked out. The faint smell of burning wax tickling her senses as she waited for the pact to be complete. For long moments nothing happened. No breath of air moved, not a whisper of sound. All about her was darkness, the darkness that she had sold her soul to. It started slowly. Her head ached, her fingers reaching to massage the pain away, but to no avail. Her conscious mind barely registering the subtle shifts under her probing fingers. Soon the skin gave way to the pressure from the growing nubs that sought to push forth even as she gasped in shock at the realization. Within moments they emerged, rapidly sweeping back as hard keratinous layers sent them spiraling outward. The weight was unsettling, her fingers ran gingerly along the ridges that swirled outwards and down over her ears, their curls reaching nearly to her shoulders. She touched the tips, hard, cold, and sharp. Her neck muscles flexed under the added weight, but held. She fretted, wondering if a mirror would confirm her suspicions, but the gentle heat rising in her body did just as much. These were just the first signs of her impending acceptance into the world of the succubi. Her magnificent horns glinted dully, forever marking her as having made a pact with the dark powers. She could feel the warmth fully now, spreading within her like a raging fire. Her body starting to shift and mold with the magic she bonded herself to. Her ears shot out, long and pointed, jutting between the spirals of her horns. Her already beautiful face took on an unearthly cast as it slipped into a dark ruddy hue that one could only describe as unnatural, offset by lips of black that curled back to reveal fangs in a sensual, but hungry, smile. Dark shadows darkened around her eyes, even as her pupils began to glow with a reddish light. Her shoulders torqued violently as she felt first one then another great batlike wing erupt from her body. A shifting at the base of her spine heralded the arrival of her tail, suitably long and sensual, capped in classic spade- like fashion. Her eyes gleamed, giving her moments to see the stretching of her fingers, longer, daintier, yet capped with dark vicious talons. Between her hips she could feel the fire settle into her mound, plumping it and making it eternally ready. Her hands felt her hips, thick but firm, flowing down into the hocks of a goat as her toes transformed into the cloven hooves that finalized her binding. Standing now free in her new form she scuffed the circle that had held the magics at bay until that fateful moment. The chalk parted, freeing her to seek out what she needed, the warmth in her body demanding to be fed. She licked her lips, tail thrashing, and stepped out into the world.

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Title: Fragile Unbroken Ch. 07 Pt. 3 Tags: bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, dominant, submissive, oral, toys Fragile Unbroken Chapter 07 Part 3 "Audience" Neither my sister, nor I spoke. The room was as silent as the grave and grief was setting in. But then, not really. Thoughts of our conversation just moments before had me thrilled on the inside. Even though she had left the room, the sight of Mistress Victoria standing over us had pushed all of those thoughts and emotions deeper. Much deeper, but they were still there. Sisters knack for saying just the right thing at just the right moment was irrepressible. "Be careful what you wish for." She said sarcastically. Damn, she was right about that, but the afterglow of orgasm was still in me. I tugged lightly on the ropes that bound our wrists together and wiggled my ass again, causing the double dildo trapped inside us to move inside her. She started laughing and it brought on a flood of laughter in me. We both broke out in a bout of uncontrolled delight which slowly died out into short spurts of involuntary giggling. The ropes that tied our thighs together had obviously been intended to force every move we made to stimulate the other of us. Between that, the nipple clamps tied together, our wrists bound together, it was ingenious. None of that stopped the flood of amusement we experienced though. Master returned to the room, but the giggling continued. He had a very stern look in his eyes, but I could tell he was enjoying himself, which only made the giggling harder to control. Finally, he broke in, "Apparently you girls are gluttons for punishment." I choked out a response, "Yes...Master." Another giggle. (Have I mentioned that I hate it when I giggle?) "You girls deserve to be punished." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. From that, an all out snort came out of my sister and the uncontrolled laughter started again. Being contagious, even Master had to give in to the mood. He started laughing and left the room again. A few moments passed, during which I assume Master composed himself. Sister and I, in our delerium, fell back into slightly more sober giggling until our next surprise entered the room. A woman I had never met walked in, followed by a man I'd only met a few times, followed by more people that I could count or keep track of. Nearly all of the seats in the room were taken. There was no more giggling from the girls lying bound, center stage on the bed in the middle of the room. Sisters hands fell limp and her legs which were also still bound to mine relaxed. The gravity of what had just happened was still sinking in. For myself I felt a thrill of eroticism, while at the same time I felt a dread for sister who I was sure had never lain exposed to a group of people like this. Then again, I remembered that Master was at the helm, and this was his ride. Sink or swim, we were already strapped in. There was no sign of Master or the Mistress, nor Shit, her slave. I looked around as best I could. From what I could see there were a couple of other submissives on the floor at the feet of their Dominants, but many people looked unattached. They had a variety of looks, from Goth to business to casual to half drunk. Several were holding drinks. None of the submissives looks up. I flopped my head back down and waited for what was next. This was not spontaneous. I knew that this evening had been planned from the start. Their presence betrayed the reality that we never were going to be left alone all night. It also meant that there was more on the agenda. For my part, that was a thrill. Master and The Mistress returned. Master spoke, "My friends, I've have had to adjust my plan. These girls were going to entertain us, edged on through the evening, but they have chosen to act against my will." He reached for sisters crotch and brought his finger to my mouth heavily covered in her juices. I did not hesitate to take it in my mouth and suck it clean. I detected no motion whatsoever from sister. "Instead they will have to be disciplined further." Still nothing from sister. It looked like we would get our wish. The Mistress had seated herself somewhere behind Master. Shit entered and placed items on the bed next to Master. He picked up two ball gags and walked next to my head and put one on me, shoving the ball into my mouth and wrapping the straps behind my head. It was tight, pushing my cheeks in. He did what appeared to be the same to Sister. Her legs wiggled but she did not resist. Next he placed blindfolds on us both. Darkness took over. I felt Sisters legs tensing. The dildo was wiggling in me and she pulled against the bindings on our wrists, which in turn pulled on me. The cord between our nipple clamps was tugging at my overly sensitive nipples. I felt a little panic well up in me, but I remembered that Master was here and let myself breathe deeply to try and relax. Sister still felt tense. Someone took the clamps off of my nipples. They felt warm and tingly as someone rubbed my tits, massaging them and squeezing roughly. Master, I assume, was shifting the ropes on our legs and checking the ropes on our wrists as they had been in place for quite a while. What we were being prepared for I had no idea, but the night had taken an unexpected turn and the way I felt already, I knew that no matter what, I would feel this for days to come. I was left alone for a moment, well, if merely being untouched could be considered alone with so many eyes on us. My only sensation outside of the breathing and soft murmuring of others in the room, was the sensation of my sister, her tugging on my wrist, and her body movements which were forcing my pussy to become aroused yet again. By now I was longing to remember what it felt like to not have a huge fake cock in me with a wriggling, excited girl attached to it causing it to jerk inside me. Arousal was stirring again. I remained distracted by my pussy. My sister wouldn't be still, but that soon became just one sensation in many. I felt a body against my legs and a head push under my bound hands which hovered over my pussy. I felt hair, and then kissing on the shaven area around my slit. I felt a tongue probing at my still swollen and heavily stimulated clit. Sister jerked as I felt hands on my body. Too many for just the one person who was just starting to lick my pussy. I heard a muffled whimpering from sister and I knew she must be experiencing a similar sensual assault. Hands groped at my tits as the tongue on my clit began to flick softly and relentlessly. I realized that I was being pushed toward another orgasm just as sister tugged hard against my wrists and the huge dildo pushed hard inside me, almost painfully. I cried out and pushed against her thighs with my legs trying to decrease the pressure inside me. The sensations we're becoming confused and I lost all sense of the detail of what was happening to me in my darkness. I was crying in pleasure into the gag as another orgasm built steadily inside me. I could feel it coming and as it hit me in waves I cried out as hard as I could with each surge of pleasure that wracked my body. I was sinking into the trance that I love so much. Words faded from my mind and I began to think in terms of the feelings I was having. Words would not come to me but the pleasure did not stop. I have no idea how long hands grasped at my most erotic parts. The tonguing seemed ever present. My pussy was so full that it almost felt natural to have my pussy wrapped around the thick shaft of relentless movement and pleasure. I can't say whether I had another orgasm, or how many, it felt as though the whole experience was either an orgasm or a series of orgasms, during which I had no sense of the time in between. My body became my mind. And then I noticed that it was stopping. I felt sensations going away. I felt like someone was stripping away my world but I did not want to leave my envelope of comfort and pleasure. I heard Masters voice, felt his breath by my ear, whispering. "Good girl. Relax my little slave." I felt my legs being unbound and straightened by what I thought were Masters hands. I could feel sisters legs tangled with mine and a jolt shot through me. I feared for her. My gag was coming off. I took a nice deep breath. "Master... My sister..." "Your sister is fine sweetheart." His calm voice answered me. My heart wrenched. I did not want to leave my world of sensation and the heady warm feelings of security I find there. My legs were still tangled. I felt the huge dildo slowly being removed from inside me and my body nearly lurched into another orgasm as the sensation overwhelmed me. I curled my legs up against my belly. Masters voice came to my ear again as I realized it was him stroking my hair. "Close your eyes." I complied as the blindfold was removed and I slowly worked my eyes open, adjusting to the light, but I found that the lights were dim and candles had been lit. The warm light was welcoming. The first image to greet me was my sweet Angela, my sister. She was sitting up, looking at me and smiling, rubbing her wrists. I looked around part of the room, realizing that about half of the people were gone. Mistress Victoria was speaking quietly with a few people in the corner. The realization of what was happening returned. I felt my face flush. I turned to Master. He was smiling too as he stroked my long, black hair. I smiled back. His voice was low, the depth and the tone warmed me. "You were pretty deep, girl." "Wow, yeah, I guess so." I shook my head to break loose from the fog that was slowly lifting. "And you were beautiful." He said. I smiled in response. "I wanted to stay there." He shook his head, "No. You wouldn't respond when I spoke to you." "I was ok." I said, almost upset. "Oh, everyone here knew that. You left no doubt in our minds." I blushed. I could feel my face grow hot. "Are we done?" Master nodded and looked at my sister. She came close and curled up next to me, resting her head against my arm. Her hair flowed over my arm like . We lay there together and I rested an arm around her shoulder. "You two are done. Just relax." He walked over to Mistress Victoria who spoke to Shit and he left the room. She and Master returned to the edge of the bed. Mistress Victoria spoke up. "That girls, was a very good performance." I looked questioningly at my Master, who answered my gaze. "This was really about Angela. We planned to test the limits she gave me, every one of them. We just didn't expect you two to go off on your own tangent." Sister and I were too exhausted to react. He continued, "So we had to change our plan a bit. We intended to edge you and bind you for the audience, but since you decided to relieve yourselves I decided to try the other extreme." Mistress Victoria broke in. "I've never been jealous of a slave before, but I was tonight. I've never seen a sub cum so much." Shit came in with two long, thick robes and draped them over our bodies. The Mistress looked at me and continued, "Jon called it quits when you wouldn't talk to him. We agreed that you were ok, but he pulled back quicker than I would. What do you think?" She was looking at me. "I was fine, but I didn't know what was happening." "Are you in pain now?" She asked. I assessed myself, deliberately feeling myself as if to check in with my extremities. "No. I'm fine.." The Mistress looked at Jon, "See? She's alright." She looked at my sister. "And you? You seemed to love every minute of it." Sister didn't answer at first. "I'm fine. We'll see how I feel tomorrow." I smiled, wondering if tomorrow had already arrived. I spoke up, understanding her line of questioning. "I really was ok." I didn't know how to tell them how I felt. I looked at Master. "I can't say what I mean." I said as honestly as I knew how. "You could have continued." Mistress shook her head. "No. You were tied up long enough. You needed to come out of the ropes no matter what. Do you want more?" I thought about that. I looked at sister. Her hand was resting in my thigh, and she squeezed it. "Yes." I looked at Master. "Master, I want more." Master had never let a session continue when I would not respond to him coherently. We all knew that what I was experiencing was not particularly unusual for a submissive, but Master had always been adamant that for him it was a hard limit. He looked at us, thinking for a long time before he spoke. "Nope. Not tonight. You girls are done. I am very pleased with you both, although I still haven't decided how I'm going to deal with your little rebellion." Mistress nodded at him. "I respect that Jon. If you're not comfortable I have other options for the group. I'm pissed at Shit." She smiled at him. He cowered, but he smiled back. It was obvious that he wanted to play. She continued, "So he has no fun tonight. But we have a couple of other subs here, with Tops I've been teaching." A scowl crossed Shit's face and she kicked him lightly before finishing her statement. "We'll see what they can come up with and have a little more fun." She paused. "I've got to tell you Jon. You have something special. I believe her when she says she wants more, and the other one looks hungry. They want it and they can take it." Master shook his head. She nodded and turned away. Master guided my sister and I off of the bed and helped us wrap ourselves in the soft, fluffy robes. Shit brought us water which was just what I needed. We were guided to a comfy love seat where we sat down on either side of Master, I on his right, sister on his left, which brought back to mind the way this evening began, in the restaurant with delicious wine and Masters fingers between my legs. I reached across Masters lap and took sisters hand, then rested my head on his shoulder. We held hands and watched as new entertainment unfolded. I was only mildly interested in the goings on in the room. I thought over the evening for a long time. I was sore in places but very fulfilled. I thought about Master, wishing he would let me stay in the deep, warm places my body went when I was so fully under his hand. Still, knowing the depth of his concern for me which governed his decisions was enough to overwhelm with devotion to him. I curled up tighter against his arm. I thought about the sheer sexual ecstasy that he had given me, almost more than I could take, dancing right up to the line of my tolerance but not going so far as to harm me. That's when I realized that Master had not even had an orgasm. He'd spent the whole night steeped in sex and I knew he must be very ready. Memories of his cum on me and entering me were all I needed. I had an idea. As a young man and another girl were being escorted onto the bed by two Dominant trainees of the Mistress, I took the hand of sisters which I was holding and placed it over Masters cock with my hand on top. She looked over at me and I winked as I led her hand over the mound of flesh. I felt him swelling under our touch. I leaned up and pressed my lips against his ear, whispering, "Master, your fucktoy knows you have not cum tonight. She wants it. She wants to share it with her beautiful sister." Masters cock grew fast under our grip. It was full and already straining in his pants. Sister was stroking its length on her own now. I continued my seduction, "Master, please give us your gift. Let us have your cum." I took my hand off of sisters hand and ran it up under his shirt, over his muscular chest. He was not resisting. I continued, "May your girls please you Master? May we do it here?" Master didn't say a word. He nodded his head in approval and I slithered to my knees on the floor in front of him as the show began behind me. I opened my robe for him, not caring who watched, I let it slide down my back to the floor. Reaching for him, sister moved her hand so that I could release him from his trousers. I pulled and yanked with assistance from him and sister until his pants were at his ankles. Sister brought her feet up onto the love-seat and as his cock sprang out of its restriction she took it in one hand, wrapping her mouth over the head. Finishing my work with his pants I squeezed a hand between his thighs, reaching for his balls. He spread his thighs wide as his head went back, resting against the couch. I snaked a finger behind his scrotum and pressed his perineal bulge where I anticipated I would feel his cock unloading the treasure that I wanted. I pressed and massaged, making sure not to neglect his delicious testicles., gently kneading them as well as I watched sister suck him. Before long she was showing me how well her skills had developed. I watched her lips pressing into his trim pubic hair, his cock swelling her throat. Master moaned in pleasure each time his cock went down her throat. She slid her face off of his cock, letting it pop free of the grip of her lips and looked at me as if to offer him. I stood up on my knees and slipped him all the way in. Sister encouraged me as I began to fuck him with my velvet throat. "Mmm, sister you look so hot sucking Masters cock." Despite the exhaustion in my body, I was becoming aroused. I pulled off of him and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I want to share his cum with you." She looked at me, leaned toward my ear and blew my mind. "I want to lick his cum off your body." Master was watching us. I half expected him to take control but when his eyes scanned the room I looked around too. The people near us were all watching my sister and I. At looked back at her with intention in my eyes and nodded. My breath picked up as I slid his cock down my throat again. I knew what to do. I fucked his cock with my throat while sisters hand gripped his balls. She was kissing his thigh, his stomach, my cheek, while my hand remained tucked under her hand with my fingers behind his balls, pressing there as my mouth sucked him hard. Without warning his hands grabbed my hair. I felt a throbbing surge start at my fingertips and a huge burst of cum streamed into my mouth. I swallowed a good bit of it and then carefully held as much as I could in my mouth. It was difficult to suck him without swallowing and my mouth overflowed with the slightly tangy fluid. I felt his cum dripping off of my chin. I pulled my hands from under him, holding my tits up, angling myself so not one drop of that precious treasure would go to waste. As his orgasm subsided, I pulled my head back. Pearl white dribbles of cum were still pouring out of his cock as I turned to sister and opened my mouth for her, expecting a kiss, but to my surprise her tongue snaked over the bottom of my chin before she planted her lips in mine and shoved her tongue into the pool of cum I held for her. I pushed it out as our lips met and I felt the slipperyness of it smear over our lips. I drew up, kissing her passionately as Masters seed fell down our chins and dripped onto my tits. I heard someone from nearby exclaim, "Shit, Jon, what do you give these girls." Master grunted an unintelligible response. I turned toward the voice to see a man watching us and pointed to his cock, licking up a small trail of his cum. The man chuckled. I smiled my way back into our kiss, sucking cum from her lips as I did. We stared in each other's eyes as I trailed my tongue down over her chin, but she pulled away and resting on his knee, she leaned down. I felt her hand on my back pulling me closer as she licked at my tits. I held them up for her, bringing each drop of cum to her lips, saving the last few drops on my hardened nipple for last. She sucked it off and then smiled up at me with her cum covered chin and cheeks before coming in for another kiss. I met her with my tongue and licked her face clean, swirling my tongue down a little slick trail of leftovers on her neck. She turned to Master as I licked my lips and sunk back to my knees. He turned to her as she spoke, "Master, your girls live for your pleasure. Thank you for letting us please you. May we serve you further?" As if it was timed, her beautiful black hair fell down off of her back onto his lap. Her words were eloquent and beautiful and Master responded by quietly shaking his head and brushing her hair out of her face. "Rest girls. I am very pleased." My sister smiled brightly. I could see in her eyes that his pleasure touched her deeply. She and I were we becoming like one. So quickly, so easily, with the guidance of Masters training hand, we had become alike in our desire to please him. I rested my cheek on his knee and he placed a hand gently on my head. I had all but forgotten our audience and the goings on in the room. My thoughts were absorbed with our mutual pleasure. Master called me back to his side on the love-seat and he draped the robe over my shoulders. We huddled close to him, our Master, our lover, our teacher and our friend. The night passed quickly for me after that. We watched the young man and woman on the bed who were in training, as Mistress Victoria appraised the progress of the two men in her training as Dominants. It lacked the finesse I had grown accustomed to but I didn't care. Sister asked a dozen great questions of Master, relating to the scene before us and the lifestyle she had embraced. Master was enjoying the conversation and I sat quietly, listening to her soft voice, and his deep, smooth responses. I drifted off to sleep with my head on Masters shoulder. I do not think I have ever felt more content. I was awakened. I had no idea what time it was. Sister and I were alone and she wrapped my robe around me, leading me to a room where Master was resting on a huge bed. He beckoned us to him and we drifted off to sleep in his arms. The next day we slept late, waking to a nice meal as guests of Mistress Victoria. I saw a side of her that I did not know existed. We spent the hours in our robes. She showed up in jeans and a t-shirt and had casual air about her. Her makeup was light and pleasant instead of dark and intimidating. She was gorgeous. Both sister and I were sore in places we didn't know we could experience pain. For me, that left me with a heady comfort and calm that I live for. The happiness that Master showed in his mood, was my reward. I was as happy as any time in my life, but I was concerned for my sister. I probed her for how she felt, but it didn't take long to realize that I had no need for concern. Yet again, her comfort and desire for a life of submission made me rest easy. Mistress Victoria, listening to our conversation had questions too and she and sister had a great conversation. I marveled at sisters ability to absorb information and learn like a sponge things which she then could immediately translate into her mode of action. The greatest benefit was that as she learned I began to worry less about her future in our lifestyle. This girl was a pure, natural submissive. The beginning of the weekend had me wondering what she would be like if she tapped into the dominant side that she had bruised my lip with two days before. If she were half as adept at that as she was as a submissive, she was going to light our world on fire. We spent the day there. As it progressed, we learned that we had been monitored while we were alone, tied together on the bed. We did not know how, but discussions between Master and the Mistress revealed that they had deliberately changed their plans when we decided to rebel and pleasure ourselves. Either they knew what we were saying, or they guessed our intent perfectly. My guess was that Shit was listening to us, but I don't know. Instead of giving us the test of pain that we wanted, they decided to drive us as hard into as much pleasure as we could stand and follow through with learning my sisters reaction to being in front of an audience. Instead of using us as a training example in S&M, we were examples of creativity and adaptability in developing a relationship between Dominant and submissive. Telling us we were going to be there all night was designed to add intensity to our solitude. Rarely had I been given a glimpse into the thinking that went behind a session like the one we had experienced, and I think we were hearing this more for my sisters benefit than my own, but I still found it interesting and provocative. As the evening wore on we returned to Masters home. My sister had to leave, to her other world, the false world where nobody knew the sexy, intelligent, seductive submissive girl that was so dear to Master and this slave. I missed her before she was even gone. She knelt for Master, next to me, before getting in her car. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at him. Her voice did not betray her emotion though as she spoke. "Master, thank you. I...your girl has never felt...well...so happy." She looked down. "I know that must sound crazy." Master lifted her chin. "No girl. That's why we live the way we do." "Yes", I thought to myself. "Yes, that's why we live the way we live." Angela, my sister and lover had brought me happiness too. This, for us, is more than a simple exchange of power. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *I have developed a great love of writing for those who enjoy my stories. Your positive ratings are what makes this worth the time. If you truly enjoy my writing, please don't forget to give it an honest rating or better yet, leave a comment with honest criticism which reflects your true opinion. I would love to be able to have integrity in the system I use to get an idea of what people really think. Thank you!*

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Title: Being Pleased Tags: slit gently, bone clit, lap gently, legs firmly, thrashing hips, kissing slowly, clit good, hard flat, legs quivering, clit moving I am with you there now, in a crop t-shirt and panties, no bra ... you can see how hard my nipples are, waiting for you to hold them, squeezing them gently then pinching my nipples. My panties are so wet, you can smell my sweet pussy juices and reach down to slide your hand between my legs, firmly pressing up through my panties, making me moan so loudly and clench my legs around your hand. You lift my shirt over my breasts, and capture a hard nipple in your mouth, sucking and biting it lightly, while your other hand caresses the other breast, driving me out of my mind. God, it feels so good, I could cum right now on your hand. But, you have other ideas for me. You slide my t-shirt over my head, kissing me long and slow, sliding your hot tongue into my mouth, rubbing it along my teeth, teasingly touching my tongue before leaving my mouth. I am so horny, so hot, that I eagerly put my tongue into your mouth, following you for more and you suck on my tongue, pulling it so deep, I feel it tugging my pussy. Your hands are so busy, sliding from my breasts to my hips and back, around my back and down to cup my ass, pushing my hot pussy against your hard cock. You are so hard and feel so good, I try to hook my leg around your waist to rub more of my pussy on your cock, but you won't let me. Smiling, you push my ass against the edge of the desk and hook your thumbs into the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my hips, stopping to plant a kiss on my pussy, darting your tongue in once, twice, driving me crazy. I want to grab your head and push your tongue into me. But, you leave my pussy, sliding my panties down to the ground, lifting first one leg, then the other to pull them right off so I am standing naked before you. Rising up, you grab my hips and lift me up onto the desk, spreading my legs so my hot, wet pussy is exposed to you. You sit back down in your chair, and lift my legs up and put them around your shoulders, leaning in so your face is level with my pussy. I know you are more than equal to the task. Gently, you purse your lips and blow on my hot pussy, using your fingers to open my wet, swollen lips, exposing my hard clit. I am moaning so loud now, thrashing my hips and begging you, pleaseohpleaseohplease. I am holding onto the desk with one hand and reaching for your head with the other. But, you will not be hurried. Slowly, you lean in and put your tongue on the outside of my wet slit, flat and hard, and slide it hard up and flat against the length of my pussy, up to my clit where you stop and press. I scream with pleasure. It feels so good ... so good. Again, you move your tongue away, press it against me and lick up hard, and again and on the third time, you press hard against my clit, moving your tongue hard back and forth. I can't stop ... have to cum now, sobbing your name as I buck my hips against your face. My juices are flowing down your chin, but you don't stop tonguing my clit as I cum. As I start to come down, breathing hard and moaning, you hold my hips harder and press your assault on my clit. I'm begging you to stop, stop, oh, please, I can't ... it's too sensitive now, but you don't stop. Faster you press the flat of your tongue against my clit and move it back and forth, up and down, keeping hard pressure directly on it until I am cumming, cumming, cumming ... again, sobbing and crying, oh god, please, I can't take it anymore, please, please oh, god, more ... Finally, you stop this hard pressure and move your tongue down to my soaking slit where you gently lick away the hot juices still flowing uncontrollably. I am shaking so hard, my legs quivering around your neck and you begin smoothing your hands from my hips, down my thighs and calves and back up again, slowing my movements, gentling my spin. Using light pressure, you lap gently at my slit and up around my swollen lips, avoiding my clit ... for now ... drinking in every drop of my hot, sweet juices. Just when I have started to slowly calm down, my shaking almost abated, you move your hands up to my calves, draw my legs down and put them on the arms of the chair around you, opening my legs wider, exposing more of my pussy to your gaze. Slowly, you move your hands up and wrap them around my thighs, your hands pressing me open more, opening the hood over my clit so it is exposed to you. You lean down again and dart your tongue into my slit, once, twice three times, making me jump with each thrust. oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh, I start moaning again, feeling each dart like a stab to my clit. Slowly, you trace your tongue up my inner lips, stopping only to lap gently, but never for more than a moment. Your destination is clear and I try to stop you by grabbing your hair. I scream your name, moaning, no, can't again ... too soon ... too soon. You reach up and grasp both my hands firmly in one hand, holding me, restraining me ... My hips are thrashing about, but you have me so open, I cannot move them away from your assault. Slowly, your other hand slides along my inner thigh, igniting all the nerve endings and starting my thighs to quivering again. As your tongue reaches my clit and presses hard and flat against it, you insert one finger into my steaming slit, slowly sliding it in, in, deeper until your whole hand is pressed against my pussy. I am so hot, it burns your finger as you slowly slide it in and out, keeping rhythm with your tongue on my clit ... slower, then faster, moving in synch until I can't stand it. Pulling out your finger, you insert a second one and continue the assault. I am sobbing again, moving my hips with you and trying to pull my hands away. You are so strong and hold me firmly, fucking me with two fingers while you tongue my clit, so good, so good ... I am almost used to this and feeling so good when you pull out your fingers. Protesting loudly, I can hardly tell you what I want, pleaseohplease god don't stop, don't stop ... when you ram in 3 fingers, all the way, moving your tongue hard, hard, hard against my clit, moving all 3 fingers, fast, faster in rhythm with your tongue. ohgodohgodohgod, I am cumming ... again ... yessssssss, oh god oh yes, I am cumming against your fingers, spreading my hot cum in and out of my pussy, dripping down my thighs, wetting your face, my ass .... Finally, you slowly pull your fingers out and stand up to pull me up into your arms, kissing me slowly, my juices flowing from your mouth to mine as I suck your tongue into my mouth like it was your cock. I reach now and pull your hand up, sucking each of your fingers in turn, cleaning off all my juices and kissing each for the pleasure you have given me. My legs are quivering still, wrapping around your hips with my feet on each arm of your chair. I am so weak, I cannot move them. I can feel your hard cock pressing into my pussy through your pants; it feels so good, so hard, that I slowly rub my wet crotch back and forth. Your eyes close as you lean back in the chair. Sooo good, baby, isn't it? I know you want to please me now, but I want your cock so bad. I get off your lap and help you to stand, before reaching for the snap on your jeans. Sliding the zipper down, I stroke your cock firmly through your jeans and feel it jump to attention. I hook my fingers in your pants and slide them off your hips, letting your cock spring loose. Planting a kiss on the tip, I pull your pants down over your hips, your thighs, to your knees before pushing you lightly back into the chair. Lifting first one foot, then the other, I pull your jeans off and throw them aside as I gaze in wonder at your beautiful body. I can feel my pussy getting so wet again just looking at you. I sink to my knees, between your legs to worship your cock. Grasping your cock at the base lightly, I slide my hand up and down, watching your veins throb as your cock twitches in time with my stroking. I slide my other hand between your legs to cradle your balls, lightly squeezing them in time with my stoking. I know you want to last, but I want to make it so good for you, make you cum fast and feel as good as I am. I wet my lips and slide my hot mouth over the tip of your cock, stretching my mouth as wide as it will go, sliding over the tip to take the whole head in my mouth. I wrap my mouth, my tongue lathing your whole head, sucking lightly. God, you are moaning so loud now. Does it feel good, baby? Tell me, I want to hear how good I make you feel. Sucking hard, I pull my mouth off to look at you; you're leaning back in the chair, your eyes closed in ecstacy, your hands clutching the arms of the chair? "Do you want more?" I ask, knowing what the answer will be. "Yessssss," you moan, bringing your hands to each side of my head. Opening my mouth wide, I slide it over the head again, your hands guiding my head over. I use my tongue hard against the sensitive underside as I slide my head down, down, down to the base of your cock, to meet my hand. Scraping my teeth lightly onlong the top, I bring my head back up, sucking hard enough to make my cheeks billow in. You're moaning over and over now, so into this, I could do anything. Moving in closer, I start to bob my head up and down, faster and faster, setting a rhythm to drive you wild. My hand is moving with my mouth to coax you higher, still squeezing your balls as I try to drive you over the edge. You're so far gone now, your hands are gripping my head and helping me to ram my mouth up and down your hard, swollen cock. I can hear those noises you make, insistent noises that signal you are cumming. I ram my mouth to the base of your cock, taking it all in, down my tight throat. Cupping your balls with both hands now, I squeeze firmly as I hum loudly at the back of my throat, letting all my muscles vibrate along the length of your cock buried deep in my throat. Setting up a rhythm of squeezing and humming, I can feel your balls tighten, tighten in my hands. Your hands are holding my head still and your hips are thrust up, pushing your whole cock as far as it will go. Suddenly, you let out a yell and your hot cum spurts into my throat, splashing the back of my throat and burning me as I try to swallow it all. Soooo much cum; oh god, baby, yes, it feels so good. You hold my head as you stroke your cock into my mouth with each spurt, slamming your cock down my throat. Finally, finally you slow down, stroking my hair as you release your grip. Your cock is still dribbling and I am sucking hard, harder as I try to catch every drop. When there is no more, I let it slip softly out of my mouth, kissing the tip, as I smile mischievously up at you. "Good?" You shake your head, laughing as you pull me into your lap, kissing me slowly and passionately. Your right hand comes up to stroke my hip, my side, my breast and back down again, slowly, rhythmically setting a new pace. I sigh with pleasure, putting my legs across your lap and over the arm of the chair, content to kiss and pet for a while, but open to possibilities! With each kiss, your hand gets bolder and bolder, cupping the underside of my breast, sliding over the nipple and back, stopping to pinch lightly. Under my now squirming ass, I can feel your cock getting hard again and starting to throb against my hip. When you slide your left hand up my calf, stopping to slide in between my legs before moving up my inner leg, I moan into your mouth. By the time you reach my pussy, I am so hot and aroused that I am dripping wet and your fingers slide easily into my aching slit; one, two, three fingers pumping slowly in and out, spreading my juices in and out, along my whole cleft and back, until your thumb stops right on top of my clit. I am moaning freely now, my eyes closed as you stroke my clit with your thumb and move three fingers in and out, now speeding up, now slowly. I can barely see, I am so hot for you. Standing up with me in your arms, you place my ass on the desk again. I moan in frustration as your hands stops pleasuring me, until I see your huge, hard throbbing cock pointed at my dripping pussy. Finally! Happily, I wrap my legs around your hips and draw you closer and closer until your hard cockhead is touching my wet pussy. You could slide in now if you want to and I eagerly reach down to guide you in, but you stop my hand and place it back over my head, along with my other hand, leaning over to kiss my stomach, my breasts, sucking hard at each nipple. God I am so hot, I can't stand it. All I want is your cock, fucking me so hard. I squirm my hips, trying desperately to reach your cockhead and impale myself, but you stand up, pulling your cock back away from my pussy. "Noooooo," I wail. "Please fuck me now, oh god, fuck me!" Smiling, you reach around you to grasp each of my legs and bring them in front of you, putting them both over your shoulders. God, I feel my pussy lips tight and hard, pressing down on my clit and I know that you are doing this on purpose, knowing how good it will feel to me. At last, you push your hips forward, cock in hand and put the head against my hot, wet pussy. God, I am so dripping wet that you can push the head in with no trouble. I am moaning and squirming under you, praying over and over my mantra: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. With your head firmly ensconced in my tight entrance, you wrap your hands around the front of my legs, holding me tightly against you before thrusting in deeper, one inch and then back, a little more and back, keeping up a slow steady rhythm. I move my hips down against your thighs, trying to force you in. "Yes," I scream. "God, yess, yes, please fuck me." Bracing yourself against my legs, you thrust your hips forward, hard, thrusting deep, deep into my body. my clit is trapped between my pussy lips and throbbing, your cock is so big, I can feel every inch and it feels so good, so big, so hard. Letting out another moan, I signal to you to go, go, go, tightening my pussy against your hard cock and pushing my hips back against your thighs. You smile, and begin to thrust in and out, setting up a slow, steady rhythm, back and forth, side to side, creating an impossible pressure inside my pussy and on my clit. With each thrust and withdrawal, my clit, trapped between my pussy lips is rubbed hard. Soon I am moaning with pleasure, ramming my hips against yours, trying to create the best pressure. I can feel my stomach tightening and I know that I am going to cum soon, so soon and I am moaning louder, urging you on, begging you to fuck me harder, faster. Holding my legs with one hand now, you bring your other hand underneath where your balls are slapping my ass and slide one finger up against my dripping pussy, smearing the juices up along my crack and pressing against my asshole lightly. It feels so good, so good as you continue to wet me from pussy to ass and back again, once, twice, three times more before stopping at my asshole. Circling it gently, pressing lightly, circling, pressing until my anus opens and the tip of you finger slips inside. God, I leap against you as I feel your finger tip and look up at you. You are smiling widely, encouragingly and I relax back into the rhythm, concentrating on the feelings of your cock in my pussy, your finger in my ass, my clit ... so good, so goddamn good, I can feel the pressure, building, building higher until all I can think of is cumming, cumming, oh god yes please. Just when I think nothing can feel better, you ram your finger up into my ass. "OHGOD!" I scream, wailing, my ass in the air as I cum hard on your cock. ohgodohgodohgod yesyesyesssssssssss, fuckme harder - my head is tossing back and forth, my hips slamming against you as your cock rams up into my sweet, hot pussy, faster and faster as I cum all over it. Oh god, your thrusts are lifting my hips in the air as you ram into me so good, so fucking good, I can hardly stand it. As my bucking slows down, you hold your cock rammed into the hilt and grind your pubic bone against me clit, rubbing hard to keep the pressure up. Finally, I open my eyes and smile at you. God, you are so good! I can feel that you are still hard in me and still gently thrusting. I want you to cum in me, so hot and hard. I clench my pussy muscles tightly around you and let go. "Please, cum in me, baby" I moan as I try to reach for you. "Please fuck me hard; I want you to cum, too!" You step back slightly and slide my quivering legs off your shoulders, sliding them down your body. Happily, I stop at your waist, trying to wrap my legs around you, but you firmly push them down, down and put my feet on the seat of the chair, one on either side of your body. My position is precarious and I cannot balance or bring my legs back up without your help; my hips are thrust up in this position, my pussy open and my clit exposed to you. I am nearly purring as you bring both thumbs up against my pussy lips and open them wider, when you lean your body down on top of mine, your mouth at my breast, your cock buried deep inside me; I can feel your crotch hairs on my pussy lips as you push your hips against mine and bury yourself deeper. Then, looking into my eyes, you begin to thrust deeply and I nearly faint. My pussy lips are so open that your pubic bone is right on my clit, rubbing it hard with each thrust. Quickly, your hips begin to move, faster and faster, ramming your cock deep in me with each deep stroke. I am sobbing and moaning as you grind against my clit harder and harder, keeping so much pressure, so good, so fucking good building me up, up and up ......... and over as I begin cumming again. Reaching up, I hold you tight as you slam into me and you begin to cum, deep in my pussy, fucking me so hard it hurts and feels so fucking good. Your hips slam into mine, pumping all your cum into my hot, wet pussy, mingling our juices together until they run out and down my thigh. God, my whole body is shaking from cumming so much. You help my legs down off the chair and I almost fall down when you stand me up. You have fucked me so good that I cannot stand. Sweeping me into your arms, you carry me over to the bed and lay me down before curving your body around mine, your stomach in my back, spooning each other. Reaching down, you grasp my hip and bring it back against your hips, so my ass is right up against your cock. I can feel your hand sliding off my hip and down between our bodies, where you grasp your cock and slide it gently between my ass cheeks, up against my anus. Amazingly, your cock is still slightly hard, but it quickly grows as your press up against me. "God," I moan. "I don't think my pussy can stand it yet!" You run your lips across my neck and up my cheek, across to my ear where you whisper: "Try something new?" and push your hard cock against my anus with gentle pressure. I am afraid, but feel a tingle in my pussy at the thought and nod my head. Reaching down, you pull my upper leg up and back over your hip, opening my pussy. Your hand drops to my open slit and you gently stroke upwards, bathing my whole pussy, my clit in my juices. Slowly, up and down with firm, but gentle pressure, stroking, stroking ... until your hand disappears. "No!" I cry, feeling abandoned until I feel your fingers sliding up from behind to slide into my wet pussy, now stroking my juices backwards and up across my whole crack, sliding your fingers with gentle pressure firmly across my puckered anus. Your other hand comes up from under my hip and I lift so you can reach down where you begin pressing firmly against my clit, keeping up gentle pressure on it while your finger slowly penetrates my asshole. I moan as your finger slips in and you begin moving it back and forth, in and out, stretching my asshole for the cock that will soon follow! At last you slip your finger out, but quickly replace it with a second, all the while driving me mad with the slow rubbing on my clit. My hips are moving back and forth, trying to feel both your hands at the same time and growing more and more excited. Finally, you pull my hips up and move around behind me, guiding my body to my hands and knees. You press my head to the mattress and pull my hips higher in the air, exposing my pussy and ass, my cheeks spreading apart by the action. I feel you get on your knees between my legs and gasp when your cock head touches my hot pussy and slips inside. In and out, an inch at a time you move your cock until I am moaning and thrashing my hips back and forth. I can't stand it, it feels so good and I am getting so hot when you suddenly pull your cock out and I feel its wet head pressed against my anus. You press harder, harder and even harder, holding one of my hips to steady me and build counter pressure. Finally, your cock head slips in and I moan into the mattress as I feel it stretch me so hard. Grabbing my other hip, you thrust forward and my head comes up in a keening wail as I feel your big hard cock fuck into my ass. Slowly thrusting back and forth, you keep pushing harder each time, forcing inch by hard inch into my ass until you are buried to the hilt and you stop, pushing your hips hard against me, holding my hips back against you, your huge cock rammed deep in me. I am moaning loudly now, as it feels so good, I can't stand it. Reaching down, you begin stroking my back, comforting me with one hand, rubbing my back as the other slips under and between my legs where, without warning, you twist my clit making me slam my hips up and back at you, forcing your cock deeper still. "Fuck!" you groan and twist my clit again, burying three fingers deep in my pussy. My nerves explode with pleasure. "ohhhhhhhhhh" I am moaning again as I gradually adjust to your cock and feel my orgasm cumming again. Firmly rubbing my clit, you begin thrusting your fingers in and out in time with your hard cock back and forth, reaming my asshole, groaning as I tightly clench my muscles around your cock hard. We are moaning together now and we come closer, closer and finally cum together, your hot cum spurting in my tight ass and back out my hole as you fuck my ass with deep strokes, thrusting into my ass, your balls ramming against my pussy. I am screaming with pleasure, my whole pussy tingling with each of your groans as you slam your cock in again and again. Oh god you make me cum so much. Finally, your thrusting slows and comes to a stop, as you slide your cock out and gently push me back onto the bed. We are exhausted and fall into a deep sleep.

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Title: The New Toy by Lorgenz Tags: Dildo, Fennec, Fox, Other, Pawing, embarressment, shopping The New Toy! Tahmores gave a little smirk as he browsed the web. While on FA one day he had seen a banner link with the title of Fetish Zone. And of course as we all know, curiosity got the best of the fennec and the mouse wandered over to give it a click. After bypassing the age and content notice he came to the main screen of the site. Low and behold the in the featured products section was the Cerberus, a holy grail to the envy of other species of the knot that canids so take for granted. The fox gave a light little chuckle as he read over it briefly before clicking over in the backdoor section of the site. He grinned as the Sebastian Dildo for a moment as movement was heard coming up the stairs. The door flew open and he gave a great meep, hastily trying to cover his bulge in his pants with a paw and minimizing the screen. It was his mother, Come down and hang up your laundry she said before leaving the door wide and heading back downstairs. If she had seen either his third leg standing at attention or the website window, she had given no indication. He gave a little whine and reached into his drink cup pulling out an ice cube and with a shiver pressing it to his excitement so he could go downstairs without the proverbial banana. He gathered up his clothes from the laundry room and carried them back up with him. At least she doesnt know about that one time in the school restrooms. He mused as he slipped back into his chair and restored the window. Then with fingers crossed that she wouldnt be opening his mail when it arrived, he clicked the add to cart button and purchased it via PayPal. A few days later after coming home from his part time job cooking, he went over to the table to put his keys in the basket when he saw the box on the table. It was labeled FZ Books so his mom probably had no idea to the contrary. With that he picked up the box and carried it upstairs barring his door with a chair before pulling the box open and lifting that silicone beauty out of the box. It was his very first dildo and a wide vulpine grin mad its way across his muzzle as he turned it over in his paws. He opened his desk drawer and pulled a small bottle of lube from the back and dripped some on to the toy, getting it well coated all around and giving himself a quick fingering under his tail with the lube as well. After getting relaxed he stood up and carried the foxy little toy over to the chair and stuck it down with the suction cup. He turned around slowly and gently hiked up his tail as he slowly sat down on it. It did take a bit of work to get the somewhat soft toy in but he let out a lusty rurrr as it gently slid in. one of his lubey paws wandered to his sheath and gently slid into the fuzzy tube to tease at his cock, slowly working it out. Up down, up down continued the rhythm of lifting and dropping his rump onto the dildo as his paw gently stroked his bone to full size, his fingers running gently over the shaft and giving the by now well-formed knot a gentle squeeze. He began to go faster with his excitement as he continued, but gave a little whine as he accidently popped off the dildo. With a little growl of frustration he worked it back in and pressed firmly down, wincing a little as he slowly stretched over the knot. He kept stroking as he pressed down and gave a gasp as it finally popped in. With another groan he sent out a few nice strands of vulpine seed into the air and onto his belly. He sat there with a little pant for a few moments. Even when he others couldnt help him he would not be left wanting for a playmate.

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Title: Maybe Massage with CUM Ch. 01 Tags: cum, cum on boobs, massage, fetish "How are you?" "Good . Yeh, great." "No, really. How are you this morning?" "OK" Tema answered. "I feel fine today." Her partner continued. "Are you up for this?" "Yeh. Looking forward to it. I feel a lot better than yesterday. You know me. Sometimes I just think too much." He knew this was an 'easy out', but the main thing was that she was ready for today. They could go over the rest in more detail when she was ready. "His name is Charles and he is new. Details submitted put him in his mid-thirties and well off. He has no physical problems listed. The reason he gave was that it helps him relax more than anything else." Tema's voice was calm and clear. "Sounds fine. No problems. How long?" "Initially an hour but he has requested that the longer option be kept open." They parked and he followed her down the sidewalk. A fine looking woman. The tight short white leather skirt showed her every move. Moves accentuated by the obscenely high heel shoes she had become so confident wearing. The white certainly did it for him. Contrasting her long dark hair and giving her that 'I'll be your head nurse look'. The very low cut, white top, so tight across her tits and then loose down to the skirt finished the picture. She looked good enough to eat. "I love you." He said. Formalities at the door were quick and painless. Charles parting with $150 and Tema leaving a business card on the hall table. MAYBE MASSAGE FULL BODY MASSAGE SPIRITUAL MASSAGE SENSITIVE TO THE INDIVIDUALS NEEDS Tema followed Charles into what looked like a spare room, leaving her partner in the lounge. She took a quick glance at him to reassure herself that he was OK. Some clients were uncomfortable with his presence but soon realized that, if her partner was not in the next room, Tema was not there. Sitting relaxed in the expensive lounge he could hear groans coming from the next room. There was no mistaking it. Some were Charles' response to pain. He knew only too well how one of her massages could hurt. This was understandable as Tema was not small or frail. She had a deceptive strength in her hands and arms. Hell! The woman loved to wrestle and now that she was giving massages regularly her strength was developing. Another groan and Charles closed his eyes. They did not remain closed for long as he did not want to miss any of the sight in front of him. Her wonderful red lips were one of her outstanding features, her eyes another. When she smiled her whole face smiled. She was smiling now. She did enjoy her work. His eyes then moved to her breasts. They were large and barely contained by the very low cut top. The top produced ample cleavage and left the top part of each nipple exposed. Well the top part of each areola was clearly visible, and Tema's were large. Charles was mesmerized though this was not unusual for Tema as many of her low cut tops exposed these parts of her nipples. She loved showing them and loved the reaction she got from men. She kept her large breasts well tanned by nude sunbathing in her back yard and her large, dark areolas were often visible through her tops. This woman genuinely loved to expose her tits and would often expose them completely while driving near trucks. She did not need her partner to encourage her. She did it while driving alone as well. She did not hide this and would tell her partner after each event and this often lead to great sex. At the moment though, they were being devoured by Charles' eyes. He was on his back and getting his initial rubdown and oiling. Over on to his belly now and he seemed to gain more courage. "Would you consider a few extras?" "Maybe" "Would you consider..." "Maybe" She answered each of his special requests with a deep 'maybe'. "Maybe Massage" said Charles. "Very cleaver" More money changed hands and Tema settled in to work on his back. Her tits were fully exposed now and swayed as she worked. They were large and firm and each ended in a magnificent nipple. 15 minutes later Charles was on his back with eyes wide and pleasure written across his face. He was more like mid-forties than mid-thirties, but he was in good condition. He had made some intelligent small talk and Tema felt at ease with him. After another 15 minutes she pulled on the gloves and liberally soaked his belly and thighs with oil. Now SHE was focused. She worked his abdomen and thighs, carefully avoiding contact with his fiercely erect cock, while never taking her eyes from it. Tema was still fascinated by them. She had seen a few in her time but not as many as 'you' might think. With limited sexual experience she had entered a single-partner relationship in her teens. This had lasted till her early thirties and had severely limited the expression of her sexuality, both with others and sadly, with herself. This had changed in the last year or two and with the venture into this new business, she was making up for lost time. But for now she was focused on a cock. She loved the way they grew large and firm, often enjoying and prolonging each phases along the way. Sometimes cocks reacted to the sight of her. Sometimes they reacted to her touch. But occasionally they reacted to her sexuality. To the fact that she did what she was doing now and enjoyed it. These were the best. When someone took the time to explore the psychological side of her sexuality, this turned her on as much as any physical act. To accept her sexuality and enjoy her for it, to love her for it, that was amazing. She refocused. By now both hands were working the oil-soaked cock and balls, independent of her conscious thought. Now the groans were unrelated to pain. Another question and another 'maybe' and Charles had access. His hands roamed over both magnificent tits, settling on the nipples. Charles was gently squeezing them between finger and thumb, experimenting with pressure, rolling and pulling. There was no mistake, she preferred straight pressure with a slight pull. As he increased pressure her hands worked more energetically on his cock. She was good. She would get him close ...on the edge... then ease the tempo and pressure, shifting her attention to the shaft. It was a nice cock she decided. A little longer than her partners but not as thick. (There were places she really craved the thickness.) An attractive cock here and that raised the level of HER enjoyment. For there was no mistaking it, she was enjoying this too. Charles was sweating now. Several times he thought he would cum but Tema had different plans. Several times pre-cum had bubbled from his cock and this seemed to intrigue this wonderful sexual, sensual woman. She would touch the cum on his cock with a gloved finger and lift the finger, intently watching the string of cum joining the two. By now Tema was wet and aware of the sensations coming from her nipples. She was not aware of just how much pressure Charles was applying to these big fantastic nipples. It was all too much for Charles. She was using 2 hands, moving them up and down as well as rotating them. Few cocks could last long under this treatment and this cock was no exception. Though she was ready for the cum. She was not ready for the force with which it was released. The first stream hit her chin, left a ribbon across her cheek and ended with many creamy droplets in her beautiful wavy dark hair. By moving back a little she was ready for the second shot, she thought. But by moving back while still holding this beautiful cock she only succeeded in aiming it lower. The second blast hit her exposed tits. Fuck she thought as she looked at her tits. Both were covered in a large quantity of thick creamy cum. She loved watching the ribbons of cum fly through the air, but wearing them was not part of the plan. The next ribbon went harmlessly into the air and the rest ran down her gloved fingers to pool at the base of the cock. Wow that was amazing, she thought, but simply said. "Mmmmm that was nice." Charles was breathing heavily (surprise, surprise) and staring at Tema. Charles looked at the thick line of cum running up her chin and across her cheek and at the drops in her hair. Then he looked at her cum-soaked tits. Tema's hands were still on his hard cock. She was not working it, just looking and admiring the volume of cum it produced. "You look unbelievably good." He stammered. "Thank you Tema, that was wonderful. "I have not cum like that in years. You truly are fantastic." His voice brought her back. "Mmmmm I enjoyed you too. I hope you are relieved and satisfied." She said. She was standing, both hands still gently wrapped around the cock, looking at Charles, who had one of those 'cat who swallowed the canary' looks across his face. Charles had a cum fetish and could not tear his eyes from the sight in front of him. This beautiful woman was standing there in conversation with him, while some of the cum on her cheek ran down to join the cum on her chin. It then formed a long dangling strand (as only cum can) that swayed from her chin each time she spoke. A blob of the cum on her left tit slid down to the nipple and there was another ribbon of com dangling from it. The contrast of the dark tanned nipple and the creamy cum was beautiful. This was a fantasy cum true. What amazed Charles most was that she was totally relaxed and comfortable with her current condition. Tits exposed, cum on her face and covering her tits and in her hair...his cum...and she still had her hands around his cock. This really was a lifetime memory in the making. "Did you cum?" "No." She replied. "But it was nice and I loved your powerful squeezing of my nipples." "Didn't I hurt them?" "No. I need at least that much pressure to get the sensation." Several of the drops of cum in her hair dropped onto her forehead and started to slide down. "So HONESTLY, did you really enjoy that." "Yes definitely." She replied. A large dripping from her chin onto her right nipple. "But, a 'working girl' enjoying her work." He said in disbelief. "Surely that is unheard of." "OH I'm not a 'working girl'. I have a regular well paying job, as does my partner. We just do this to satisfy my urges and curiosity, and for a little extra holiday money." Still disbelieving Charles continued. "Doesn't your partner mind?" "No." Tema said, shaking her head and causing more drops to leave her hair and join the cum already sliding down to rest on her eyebrow. Charles wished he had a camera recording this show. He makes his living with cameras and when he really wants one there are isn't one handy. "Why should he. I don't love you. I'm not going behind his back or lying to him. I'm not exposing myself to disease." She paused and looked down at her cum covered tits. "Oh. Yes, well this does not normally happen. I seemed to get a little carried away with you today. And this is not too great a risk." She moved to turn as she finished speaking. Charles caught her hand. "Please wait a moment. You look absolutely fantastic. You look gorgeous to me right now. Right now, you are a fantasy of mine cum true. And a fantasy of millions of others too, I'm sure. She replied. "Well I know my partner would enjoy this sight. He has a major 'cum fetish'. Removing her hand from his, she stood back for him to admire." "Do you like the way I look?" She asked playfully. "OH GOD YES" He replied. She swayed her tits from side to side and turned her head so the cum covered side of her face was towards Charles. She extended her tongue and sensually ran it around her lips, careful not to get any cum on it. "Do you like the look of cum on my tits? Your cum splattered all over my tits and nipples. Your cum all over my face. In my hair and ready to drop into my eyes. Do you like that?" "OH GOD YES" Charles, groaning again now. "Do you like it dripping from my chin?" She moved her jaw. "OH GOD YES" "Do I look good standing here talking to you with your cum covering me and not even trying to clean it off. Does it excite you to know that I enjoy standing here, in front of a man, covered in his cum and talking to him?" "OH GOD YES" She raised her gloved hand with his cum still thick on the back of her fingers. She turned her hands and brought them to her open mouth. "Would you like to see me lick it off?" "OH GOD YES" She did not do this. Instead she scooped several large globs off her tits and held them expertly above her face and open mouth. "Would you like to see this cum drop into my mouth or would you rather see it drop all over my face?" "OH GOD YES" This articulate, intelligent man had his entire conversational skills reduced to three words, and in this case they didn't even answer the question. Continuing her 'role' she smiled at him and asked. "Would it have been better if I had knelt down in front of you so you could have shot that huge load all over my face and into my mouth?" "OH GOD YES" "Would you want me to open my mouth and let you see your cum in my mouth?" "OH GOD YES" "Would you like me to be your 'cum slut', and do anything you ask me to? To beg for your cum and lick it off anything while you take photos." No answer this time. Just a grunt as Charles came again. Tema was safe this time as the cum just oozed down over his own fingers. As Charles used a towel to wipe his hands and cock, Tema used one of her warm moist towels to clean herself up. Charles spoke as they cleaned. "You are a very sexual person Tema." "Mmmmm it's a large part of my life and after trying to deny it for nearly 15 years, I have finally accepted it. I am usually more careful than today and I am faithful to my partner. That is, I do not enter any sexual contact without his knowledge and without protection." She paused to think. "We both enjoy a variety of sexual experiences with little guilt. Our path is one of shared sexual experiences, Made possible by our love and mutual respect. I have seen spirituality described as a person's exploration of the self. Examining the meaning to their life and their interactions with others. Is this so separate from sexuality. If a definition like this is acceptable, does it not place a person's sexuality deep inside their spirituality. Can the two be separated? However, the majority of our sexual experiences involves only the two of us." As he spoke Tema knew the intelligent Charles had returned. Evolution was cruel to give males a cock and a brain...but only enough blood to run one at a time. "That sounds like a very unusual relationship. It is certainly outside most people's perception of normal." "Tema spoke with a degree of sadness in her voice. "Yes I think religion and 'moral crusaders' have an unnatural power over peoples behavior. If you remove religion and social prohibitions from the last hour, it could be seen as a healthy woman experiencing an intimate time with a healthy man. Even bringing this man a degree of relief and happiness, while enjoying the experience herself. Doesn't sound sinister to me. Don't see any mutilated bodies. Don't see anyone being held against their will. Try as I might, I can't see the harm. My only concern is that my partner remains at ease with what we do and that I don't let societies narrow and bigoted view, damage my self esteem." The words Charles spoke showed his awe with this woman. "I have never known anyone remotely like you Tema. I am mesmerized by you and your openness, in fact by your total sexuality. You are truly captivating. Can I see you again?" "Remember Charles. This is a business arrangement. I have no intention of meeting you." "Yes of course." Charles spoke quickly. "I did not mean it as it sounded. I meant can I make another booking?" "Yes of course. Just follow the online procedure you followed last time." Tema's voice now had a business-like tone. She was heading for the door. One last question please. Was Charles pushing his luck here? "What turns you on? What is your sexual fetish? A woman like you must have at least one." "I am able to enjoy all types of sexual activities I have tried so far. However, the one that does it for me physically is Anal." Tema replied as if she was ordering a coffee. "In particular?" Charles pushed. "All aspects of anal. On my partner and on myself. Insertions and much more. But that is another story." "Could I use my hands and toys on your ass next time?" Charles asked. "Maybe." She said as she pulled the door closed behind her. Did Tema return? Did Charles get his wish? How did Tema's partner react to her story of her time with Charles? What experiences has Tema had with her other 'clients'? Is it true that this was only her 6th client?" "What were Tema's other meetings like?" There is so much more to tell. But the most important question is: Does such a woman exist? "OH GOD YES" \*\*\* AUTHORS NOTE: Tema has many more adventures to experience and she has promised to share these with me. She has also agreed to share the stories of the clients she has had to date.

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Title: How to Heal a Broken Heart Tags: spanking, blowjob, oral sex, pain, slut, female submission, finger fucking, female masturbation, cock sucking, male dominance These wounds that she was nursing almost resembled a broken heart. She didn't like to think of it that way. But here she was months later still licking her bruised ego and failing to convince herself that there wasn't something inside her scattered into pieces. She hadn't known he was a heartbreaker until that moment when he stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. It was there in the act of his fingers slowly but confidently fumbling to undo each button. No one had ever stripped her like that. Like she was a prize to be slowly savored and enjoyed but also as if she was utterly subservient to the hands slowly parting the slinky fabric of her shirt. She knew then that he was going to be a heartbreaker because she had never been with a man who had the confidence that he did. No, not just confidence. Arrogance and cockiness. Oh, a delicious blend: he was vulgar, he was cocky, and he was the best fuck she had encountered in her life. She knew that she was young. She knew that there was an ocean of men out there; fresh fish in the sea, or something like that. There would be more great fucks and confident men who knew how to use their hands, their mouths, their cocks...that was another thing, he was also the first man that really knew how to use all of the parts of his body to his advantage. It was as if he didn't let any parts of his body go to waste, they all found ways to caress and tease her own body. They used to lie in bed together and he would use his leg to part her thighs and then his knee would rise pressing up against her wet sex. He'd wrap his strong lower leg around one of her legs so she stood no chance at slipping away. Then he'd slowly start rotating that bony knee back and forth across her wet pussy. She would be trapped and her legs held captive had nothing to their defense but rocking and shuddering. She'd move and his knee would grind deeper into her sex, parting her nether lips and bumping her clit. Sometimes it felt like his knee was thumping her sex like that for hours. She'd squirm and eventually get the surface of his knee so slippery and wet that every delicate inch of her sex would feel inflamed and tortured; pressed against his knee trying to hold off on the urge to swivel her hips and hump his knee. The urge would always overwhelm her and she would end up humping away and cumming furiously upon that knobbed surface of his body. Maybe the knee thing just sounds strange. It had felt strange to her at first. Who has heard of getting off by someone's knee? But it was just one of the many creative ways he conjured up to drive her mad. Back then she used to cum so much that it nearly felt as if her body was permanently sore. She'd cum over and over again. She'd cum and think that there wasn't any possible way that her exhausted body could muster up another muscle contraction but then he'd bend down and flick his tongue against her clit or he'd do that thing with his cock inside her, that signature little move that made it feel as if he was drawing circles against the entrance to her cervix. Everything with him seemed to border upon pain and pleasure, so close to that edge where she'd scream and cry begging enough is enough. Then it came true. Enough was enough. He left her. It stung but the shock was subdued with the reminder of her intuition. She had known it would come. Knew a man like him couldn't stay for long with just one woman. He couldn't even stay for long in one location. She went up there one night; it was they're usual meeting time and everything. He just wasn't there. The apartment was empty, not a trace of any of the passion that had been housed there. None of the neighbors, the landlord, no one knew where he had taken off. She knew that she would never see him again. Her cunt knew it too. Her insides felt hollow. For months she mourned the loss of her lover. She never conjured up anger towards him. He had prepared her for this in many ways, keeping the distance between them when it came to intimacy and commitment. He had told her of his ways. His ways had been worth it. Even with the deep longing that was left inside her. Her cunt felt like it would never be filled again. Her clit felt like it shrunk up and hid under the skin. Time passed and it felt as if the only sexual stirrings left inside her body was roused only with the faint memory of him: a thought, a smell, a taste in the back of her throat that she swore was a stain from the many times he came spilling his seed down her throat. Every part of him seemed to touch her depths and now she didn't know how to get back into dating, into any sexual contact. She feared that everything would pale in comparison to the intensity that she had shared with him. She had known that it was time to get back into the swing of things. Her body hadn't woken up, nor had her heart, but her mind had begun to inquire about possibilities. She felt a little shy and uncertain. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for now and certainly didn't know where to find a good time. That's the mood that found her one-day while sitting in front of the computer and chatting online with an acquaintance. This acquaintance had inquired about the status of her current love life and she trusted this particular friend. She gave him warning in advance, making sure he was ready to sit back and listen to the story in entirety. He was curious and so she confessed the whole sad tale, leaving out certain details about the sexual passion such as the knee story. Her online acquaintance had a good ear, he asked questions about her feelings, and he was sympathetic. At the end he asked her if it was ok if he made an offer. She didn't understand where the question was headed but she told him yes. He confessed to some feelings of attraction towards her and told her that he would be an ideal person for her sexual healing (yes he actually said sexual healing.) She was flattered by his confessed attraction and they had exchanged photos before so she knew that he was attractive. The offer was tempting and she couldn't find a reason to say no. He was polite, gentle, and eager. What could go wrong? She told him that she was up for it. He told her how happy he was and that he knew just what she needed to forget all about her lost arrogant lover. She found that hard to believe but she did find herself getting intrigued and slightly excited. "Are you free tomorrow night?" she asked him. "Actually I am free tonight and don't know how much longer I can wait to finally experience you," he replied. She didn't have any plans for the evening but still she hesitated. She didn't usually jump into something like this so quickly. Ah, what the hell. "Great. Let's meet up tonight then" she told him. They made plans to meet up at his place in just a couple of hours and she thought the conversation was over but then he popped one more question. "Are you comfortable with being dominated?" he asked. "Sure." She replied. "Like really being dominated? Me running the entire show and pushing your limits?" he slowly typed in return. She thought about it for a moment. He seemed like a pretty rational and safe guy. She didn't think he'd push her into anything dangerous or into a crazy BDSM scene. "I wouldn't do anything to cause you physical harm or distress," he added in before she gave her answer. "Yes. I trust you," was her reply back. Her heart began to pound. It felt good to say that she trusted someone. It felt sexy to be preparing for a type of sexual invitation that she had never quite had before. "Then I'd like to request that you show up wearing a specific outfit," he told her. "Anything you want," she promised. "I want you to arrive at my house wearing a short skirt. But not a skirt that is so tight that it hugs and clings to your body. I want to be able to easily raise the skirt up to your waist. Maybe lay you over my lap and give you a gentle spanking...I want you to be wearing your favorite skimpiest pair of underwear or thong under that skirt and go braless wearing a tank top or halter-top. I want to see as much of your bare back and shoulders." "Ok." she typed back. They exchanged good byes and said that they'd see each other in just a few hours. She got off the computer and headed right over to her closet. She easily found the outfit that she would wear. Picking out the clothes perked her mood even farther and she found herself humming and giggling in excitement. She was going to get laid tonight and she figured the context would be an experience she'd never forget. She selected a black skirt that clung to her hips with the hem hitting mid thigh. The material was silky and clingy but had an elastic waist that made it easy to slide in and out of. She stood in front of her mirror wearing just the skirt and slowly turned around. Her head peeking over her shoulder, she raised the skirt up to her waist, revealing her bare ass and imagining what it would feel like to feel his hands coming down over her soft flesh, spanking her like she was a bad little girl. From her expansive underwear drawer she held up a skimpy g-string in completely sheer deep purple fabric with thin velvet vines and flowers interwoven across the skimpy patch of fabric that would cling to her sex. Oh yes, this would do just wonderfully, she thought to herself as she bent down to pull the slinky thong up and over her legs. Once she had the g-string in place she couldn't help but to delicately run her fingertips across the fabric covering her cunt. She felt the silken cloth dampen over her fingertips and she let out a sigh as she ran her fingertips higher. She loved the way the sheer material clung to her hairless lips and mound. She pulled her fingers away with a sigh. She didn't want to arrive and have her underwear completely wet and dripping. That could be a little over eager, a tad bit embarrassing to her. As sexual as she was, she still found herself a little self-conscious when it came to her lust and the arousal of her body. God, it had been ages since she had felt so alive with lust. The last bit to her outfit was a velvet and lace skimpy tank top that had a splayed open neckline to showcase the top of her breasts and matched her g-string in a deep dark purple. She looked at herself in the mirror as she idly ran a brush through her long thick hair. She smeared a dab of purple eye shadow across each eyelid and glossed her lips in a soft hint of red. Standing back and looking at herself in the mirror she was pleased with appearance. She always considered herself sorta pretty but she thought it bordered on an average female appearance. Tonight she was pleased to note that she looked beyond average. She looked sexy, a little wild, and a little slutty. Her long dark hair hit her mid-back and as she spun around slowly in front of the mirror she loved the way her hair whipped around loose and wavy, deep red streaks here and there highlighting the purple in her top. She bent forward in front of the mirror and loved the way her small b-cup breasts spilled out the neckline of the shirt, nearly exposing each erect nipple. She curled her glossy lips into a sly grin, "fuck you heartbreak." She was ready to fuck away all the memories of the man who awakened her body and then discarded and abandoned her. Her confidence was still riding with her but her heart was pounding as she stood in front of the door to his house and nervously raised her knuckles in a light rapping. The door opened quickly and there he was standing before her. "My god, you look gorgeous." He held his hand out to her palm open and waiting for her to place her hand into his. She smiled nervously and told him that he looked just as good then let her small hand be enveloped by his. Handholding was a polite and romantic first gesture and she enjoyed the strength of his hand wrapped around her own. He gently pulled her into his living room but continued to walk and lightly tug her along as she got distracted and starred around the room. "I actually want to take you into the dining room," he said to her. He led her into the next room over which was open and airy and had a large cherry wood table in the center of the room. She noticed that all the matching chairs from the table were pulled away and propped against the right wall. How odd. "I love your outfit," he broke in and let her hand drop out of his. He stood in front of her, so much taller than her, nearly over a foot. She had to look up at him and it made her heart pound to see how nervous and eager he looked. The last man who looked at her with such eagerness....no, she pushed that thought out of her head. That was then. This is now and she was going to fuck away every last thought of him. "I'm glad you like," she smiled nervously and dared herself to reach out and make the first move. Sometimes she gets so shy and frozen inside that she has to mentally dare herself to go through with an envisioned move otherwise she'd spend her entire life inside her head. She let her arm lift up and then her fingertips grazed the hem of his button down black shirt. "I like your outfit too...and I can't wait to see you out of it," she looked up and grinned at him. His eyes flashed with an intensity that caused a slight sigh to escape from her lips. He was gorgeous why had she waited so long to hook up with this friend of hers from the Internet? "I do like the sound of that," he admitted to her. "But I actually have different things in mind for the beginning of our evening. He suddenly grabbed her and pulled her against the front of his chest. "And that most definitely involves seeing you naked first." His fingertips ran up and down teasingly across her back and her nipples tightened at his words. She ran her hands up and down over his arms and then he lifted her chin and bent down low enough to kiss her. His lips were just a soft brush against her own and then he was pulling away and moaning against her neck. "You are so sexy," he nipped lightly at her lips and brought his mouth back against her own and this time he kissed her hard enough for her to forget how to breathe and everything below her waist tightened up. They kissed for what felt like an hour but she knew only a few minutes had passed. He pulled away from and then glanced over at the table in front of them. "You're still ok with me dominating you right?" and his hands slid up her stomach to just below her breasts. She nodded her head and tucked some stray hair behind her ear. "No," and his voice hardened. "Say it out loud," her murmured and a fingertip from each hand crept over her shirt and up the soft slope of her breasts. "Yes. Yes I want you to dominate me," her voice was raspy and caught somewhere deep in her throat. "Good," and he paused. "Then get on the table. On your hands and knees. All fours. I want your face directed at the wall and your ass raised in the air and close to the edge of the table." At first she tried to convince herself that she hadn't heard him correctly. That's why he had led her into the dining room?! He wanted to see her displayed on the table like that? It was so crude and vulgar that she felt the moisture seeping from her sex but at the same time she knew there was a deep blush spreading across her face. "Um...ok. I'm a little nervous," she confessed and she slowly sat herself on the edge of the table. "Don't be nervous," he said the words softly and looked at her with eyes glazed in lust and expectation, as if just telling her not to be nervous would soothe everything away. She pushed her hands against the smooth tabletop surface like she was going to lift up and hoist her legs back up and around her and settle down onto all fours. But she couldn't will the movement from her body. She always felt shy when it came to first sexual contact with someone. He walked over and then his hand was lifting her chin up and his lips pressed back against her own. He pulled away and ran his fingers through her hair, whispering into her hair, "I have fantasized about this moment for so long. You will not disappoint me." His words assured her and she closed her eyes and swung her legs up and around behind her. She knew her skirt lifted up to her waist as soon as she started the movement and she could feel goose bumps tingling on her exposed thighs. The cold air against the wet fabric of her underwear seemed to push away all her feelings of nervousness. This was going to be so fuckin wild. She planted her hands underneath her shoulders and placed her weight into them so she could raise her ass into the air. She couldn't help but to picture what the view looked like from his eyes. She knew the barely there fabric wouldn't hide her puffy pussy lips and she was sure he could see how wet the fabric was. Maybe he could even smell her arousal from where he was standing...oh..god...she let out a moan and started to get really into the scene...she pushed her ass up into the air and wiggled her hips. "You little tease." His hands were upon the cheeks of her ass and he took the edges of her skirt and raised it up even higher so it was nearly wrapped around her stomach. He planted his hands more firmly against each of her cheeks and his fingertips dug lightly into her skin. "I am going to spank you now," he murmured. "Spank you for being such a little cock tease and wiggling and thrusting your sexy hips into the air." Her entire body tightened up and she couldn't help but notice that her asshole clenched up and the puckered hole quivered lightly. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the slap of his hand against her ass. Minutes seemed to tick by and she stilled her breath to try and hear the sound of his hand about to land across her ass. She didn't hear any movement. She let her breath out slowly and still she waited expecting the quick slap against her cheeks. Nothing. She let a few more minutes go by before she couldn't help it and her hips wiggled in a slight circle. !Slap! His hand smacked against her right cheek and his fingertips dug into the tender skin. Her entire body rocked forward with the movement and her pussy got so hot that she couldn't help but to spread her thighs even wider apart. "You like that?" And now his fingertips were lightly playing with the string of fabric that hid in-between her cheeks. He lifted up the string slightly and then let it snap back down. She nodded her head but then realized that he might not be able to see that. "Please," she heard herself murmur as response. "Please what?" he asked in a singsong voice. "Please. Again," and she wiggled her hips in invite. "You want me to spank you again?" He pretended to act shocked. He continued on, "shall I give your other cheek a try? See if that one is as nice and firm and soft?" "Uh-huh," she murmured and she knew she sounded like a little child. !Slap! He didn't give her time to prepare this time and the force of it lurched her body forward and her hands skidded a couple of inches and she felt her body sink down against the table, her breasts pressed against the surface. His hand wrapped around her waist and he hoisted her back up into the all fours position and she planted her hands down more firmly. "Stay in place. No matter what I do to you I want your body to stay in place," he leaned forward and slid his hand beneath her shirt going up over the small curve of her stomach and then reaching up to pinch one of her nipples. "Tell me you understand my command," and he pulled hard on her nipple. Her hips automatically wiggled. Her nipples felt so sensitive as if they hadn't been mauled in over a year. "I understand," her voice was breathy. His hands reached underneath her skirt and she held her breath to keep from unnecessary movement as his fingers looped into the string of her underwear and began to pull them down. As the tiny piece of cloth slid further and further down her legs she felt the coolness of the air hitting her wet exposed pussy. He discarded the skimpy cloth that was tangled around her feet and she let out a pent up breath and pictured what she looked like from his view. She knew that the lips of her sex would be bright pink and puffy, engorged with her arousal and her shyness at being poised on the table on her hands and knees. She knew her sex would be exposing her eagerness in full glory: wet and wanton. She knew that if she continued to get teased her sex would begin to drip its wetness, her thighs becoming slick and slippery. She shuddered at the thought of what she looked like to him and her hips moved in a quivering half circle. His hand slid out from underneath her shirt and then both his hands were gripping her hips. She felt him lean forward and then she could feel the warm of his breath approaching near her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his tongue lick across the red-hot flesh that he had spanked. "Let your hips be still. I love to see you rocking your hips as if you are a slut in heat but I can't lick you like that." His whispers slid across her flesh and she willed herself to be still. She moaned from deep within her throat, he was licking a trail across her ass cheek and was getting dangerously close to her shy puckered hole. His strong hands grabbed each of her ass cheeks. He pushed and prodded his fingertips into her skin to pull the flesh away, exposing her anus. She automatically buckled in nervousness and tensed up. He coaxed her with nonsense murmurs and soft kisses across her cheeks. She settled down and felt his tongue starting to get closer and closer to her asshole. She couldn't deny how hot it made her feel and she could feel her sex between her legs so warm and heavy, the wetness starting to spread onto her thighs. Very slowly his tongue slid down the hollow and licked gently across her puckered hole. His tongue felt so warm as he went back and forth licking her asshole and gripping his fingers in her cheeks to spread her open even wider. His hair was brushing against her thighs now as he leaned in even closer and let the tip of his tongue works its way into her anus. "Oh god..." she moaned out. She was aroused and very aware of how wet her arousal was. She could smell the scent of her sex in the air. Her hips began to slowly swivel in circles, urging him to continue rimming her. He was leaning forward against the table with his face pressed against her ass and his tongue working its way inside her. He was tonguing her hole then pulling out to lick and kiss gently around the tight opening. He released her right cheek from his hand and slid his arm underneath, then through her bent legs, his fingertips finding her dripping sex. His fingers slid slowly from her sex up to her mound, barely grazing her clit. She was moaning and crying out nonsense as his tongue swirled in her asshole and his fingertips tickled her wet folds. She felt all the muscles in her body clench and tighten. This was the first sign of her body approaching orgasm. Soon her skin would break out in a hint of sweat, her breath would catch deep in her throat, and she'd be reduced to a quivering lump of flesh, connected only to her clit and cunt. She'd make raspy moans that sounded like trapped screams and her sighs would be loud and jagged. She hadn't felt the approach of an orgasm in over months. Not since...him. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced the image of his face to fade away into blackness. Fuck. You. Her hips began to rock and swivel. Just as she predicted, she felt her skin take on the slick coolness of glazed sweat. "Oh god, yes!" she couldn't help it, the words tumbled out of her mouth and in front of her she clasped her hands in fists, bearing down for the orgasm that she knew would rack her body. She felt his teeth nip at a cleft of flesh near her asshole and then he pulled his hands away, she could hear the rustle of his clothes stepping away from the table. She automatically let out a strangled sigh of disappointment. She turned around to look over her shoulder at him standing a few feet away. He raised his eyebrows at her. "How badly do you want this orgasm?" He folded his hands casually across his chest. Her head fell forward in defeat and she turned to face the wall again. She knew this was all part of the game, the buildup of pleasure and torture. Sometimes sex was so complicated. Oh, all in theory it was easy but here it was being so fuckin complicated again. The cool air on her exposed wet flesh made her shudder and that bodily sensation brought her back into the moment, appeasing her frustration slightly. It was just bad timing. She felt as if not just her sex but also her heart had recently been swatted back and forth, some sick male game of amusement. She was tired of feeling let down. Tired of feeling used up. Tired of her broken heart. She just wanted to fuck it away. Feel it wash out of her in the rush of an orgasm. "I..." her voice wavered slightly. She turned her head over her shoulder again so that she wasn't speaking to the wall. She had more resolve than this. It's just sex. A game that she can't afford to lose. "I want to cum...very badly...very fuckin badly. Please make me cum." She rotated her hips slowly in a circle and tried to ignore the heaviness of the silence. He was watching her with a slight smile across his face but he wasn't moving. Her head fell forward to face the wall again and she shifted her weight and...ah, fuck it. She could do better than this. Her hand unclenched from the edge of the table and slowly she bought it up between her thighs. He wanted to play stoic bored master? Well, she knew how to at least get a reaction from him. Her fingers played over her wet outer lips and defiantly her finger slid upwards to circle over her clit. Immediately she heard his weight hit against the table and then it was the slap of his hand ricocheting off her soft ass. "How dare you touch yourself!?" he scolded her and pulled her hand away from her clit but she could hear the strangled amusement in his voice. He knew her well. He spanked her a couple more times, hard enough to lurch her forwards against the table and she felt the pleasure building up low in her stomach again. Roughly his hand slid between her thighs purposely pinching the tender flesh where her thigh met her groin. "You will cum when I tell you to," he bent two fingertips and deftly pinched her clit, causing her chest to bow low against the table, her breasts mashed into the hard surface. His fingertips remained clenched around her most sensitive nub of flesh and to both her horror and darkest desire he began to pull on her clit, dragging the surrounding flesh and tugging on it. It hurt. She cried from the pain and then his fingers released her tender flesh and slowly his fingertips circled over the tip of her clit bringing dizzying sensation back into her body. She was still crying out from the contrasting shock of the sensations. He released her clit and she felt his fingertips mashing between her outer lips. Slowly two of his fingertips began to explore the wet entrance of her cunt. "Oh god," she sighed as the tip of one of his fingers just barely slid up into her. She felt his other hand sliding back up her ass and parting her cheeks to rub her asshole which was still moist from his tongue and her arousal. "So very wet," he murmured and she felt his weight lean across her back. Without warning he shoved 3 of his fingers into her tight cunt. She cried out and his fingers worked their way inside her up to their knuckles. He clenched his fingers inside her and racked them in a circle, stretching her cunt. "You will cum now. On my hand," and he fucked his fingers deeper inside her, nearly stretching her to the point of pain and throwing her body forward against the table. She closed her eyes and all she could hear was the wet sloshing of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Her cunt was on fire. She usually needed to warm up more to penetration and so her pussy burned from the sensation of being stretched so harshly. Ah, but she loved a good pussy pounding and his deft fingers knew just the right places to internally rub. Her hips met the movement of his hands and she was aware of her juices leaking around his fingertips. Oh god. She was so close again. Her body had already been here and it didn't take long for the orgasm to take over her. She screamed out as all the muscles of her body contracted...and contracted...contracted...and still she felt her internal muscles tighten around his fingers. He gripped her ass tighter with his other hand and his fingertip parted her asshole. Fuck it all away. She squeezed her eyes closed even tighter and let out a squeal of pleasure as the first inch of his fingertip slid into her clenched asshole while her hips rotated against the fingers jammed into her pussy. She came with a loud scream as the contractions of her body finally gave way to the surrender of climax followed by a soft sigh and then a loud laugh. She fell forward against the table and was still laughing as he removed both sets of fingers from within her orifices. The weight of the table bowed and creaked as she felt him pull his weight forward and swinging his legs behind him so that he was on all fours his face nearly level with her own cheek pressed against the table. "You needed that," and it wasn't very romantic but it made her smile as he wiped his wet fingers across her face smearing her juices across her cheek. "I did. Yes. Thank you," and she lifted her head up to look at him. His fingertips reached out and parted her lips rubbing against her teeth. She opened her mouth and he slid his wet fingers into her mouth and she tasted herself coated on him. She sucked his fingers, swishing her tongue in-between the webbed separation of his fingers. She let her teeth graze against his calloused skin and he moaned in appreciation. He lowered his fingers out of her mouth and she looked up at him. "You know...now that that's out of my system I'd love to repay the favor..." she pulled herself to her knees, tugged her skirt back over her thighs, and began to slide her hands down his chest tugging on the hem of his shirt. "Uh-uh," he shook his head sternly and removed her hands. "Only when I tell you to." He pushed her away and he slid off the table and stood back up on his feet. "Take off your top," he commanded. She leaned into her bent knees and slowly slid her hands under the slinky material of her top. Inch by inch she exposed the flesh of her torso until her bare breasts were being exposed to his eyes. She closed her eyes as the material slipped over her head and she threw it down to the floor with an enthusiastic toss of her hair. "Play with your nipples." Her fingertips tugged at her erect nipples and she coyly smiled at the sight of his erection straining against his pants. It was fun to kneel proudly on the table like this facing him with her face instead of her exposed ass. "Lick your fingers." She slid one finger slowly between her lips and made a real show of licking it with just the tip of her tongue before sucking the entire length of the digit into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue. "Use it to pinch your nipples." She released her finger and rubbed some salvia between her two fingertips before pinching her first nipple. "Lick your other finger and pinch that nipple." She did as she said now pinching both nipples with pleasantly moist fingers. He began to back away from the dining room. "Don't you move...anything" he told her before turning his back and walking away. She watched him leave. She kept her fingertips locked around her nipples although she released them slightly. Her pussy was starting to tingle again. She waited a few minutes and began to get bored. She loosened her fingers more, shifted her hips and thought about how empty her cunt felt. She heard his feet moving lightly against the floorboards and she pinched her nipples tighter and raised her head to watch him return into the dining room. He was carrying something metal and wiry in his hands. She drew her breath in and met his gaze wide-eyed. "So you're fingers don't get tired," and he opened up his fists to confirm her original thought: he was holding nipple clamps hung together on a chain. She had seen them before but had never actually used them. His hands were pulling her hands away from her breasts and now his big calloused hands were mauling and rubbing at her flesh. He bent his head forward and digging his fingers into her round breast his mouth parted and he began to tongue her nipple. She moaned and tried to press herself farther into his mouth and hands. He pulled away and pinched open the clamp watching as her eyes widened in nervousness. "Take a deep breath," Her mouth opened but she hardly felt any air go in as he closed the clamp around the tip of her erect nipple, pinching it painfully between the rubbery grips. She struggled to remember how to breath again as his head bent down and he took her other nipple in past his wet lips, tonguing the nub of flesh. Her trapped nipple felt like it would burst with pain. But she felt the moisture creeping down her thighs. His warm mouth pulled away leaving her shuddering from what she knew was to come next. "Another deep breath," he warned her and she cried out again as her other nipple was bit with the clamp. He took a few steps away from the table. "Come down," he motioned with his hands waving mildly. She carefully swung her legs around the edge of the table and slowly used her hands as leverage to lower her feet back down to the ground. Even the slightest of movements seemed to tug on the clamps holding her erect nipples captive. They stung like a bitch...it was a sharp pain that seemed to send every nerve of her body on fire. She felt hyper sensitive. "Kneel," he commanded her and she slowly lowered herself to her knees pressed against the floor in front of him. Her gaze was eye-level with his crotch. She watched him slowly began to undo his belt. His pants quickly dropped to the floor. He slid his underwear down slowly and his hard cock happily bounced out. She felt herself grow wetter between her thighs. The pain of nipple clamps aside, she loved this game. He held his erection in one hand while his other hand reached out to grab her chin bringing her face forward. He stopped once her mouth was about an inch away from his cock, close enough for her to smell the musky earthy scent of his masculine odor but not close enough for her tongue to slip past her lips and taste him. She loved the look of the droplet of precum already glistening on the tip of his cock. She was hungry and how long had it been since she had tasted another cock? Ugh. Months. That fuckin heartbreaker bastard. He moved forwards and still holding himself in his hand began to rub the head of his cock over her face, sliding it across her cheeks that were still smeared with her wetness from his fingers. He even let the head of his cock dance over her nose. Finally he lowered it to her lips and she parted them slightly so that just the tip of her tongue could taste his sweet saltiness. Mmm, she moaned deep within her throat and he parted her lips farther with his cock and let it slide the first few inches into her mouth. She opened her jaw wider to comfortably accommodate his thickness and she let her tongue dart along the underside of his cock. He released his hand from his cock and with one hand on the back of her neck he guided her mouth forcing her to further suck on his hard length. She choked slightly as his head began to press the back of her throat and still there were more inches to go. His other hand dropped down by the side of his body and she lowered her gaze and through the veil of his dark pubic hair she watched his hand reach out to touch the chain that her nipple clamps were attached to. Without warning he fucked himself deeper into her mouth, forcing her to gag on his cock, and at the same time he tugged on the chain. She gasped and choked again around his cock as the pain flooded her nipples. Damn things felt like they were about to be ripped off! "Feels good on my cock when you moan and try to cry out," he murmured using the hand on the back of her head to delicately stroke her hair. Her mouth was so filled with his cock and in combination with the stinging pain in her nipples her eyes filled up with tears and began to leak down. She wasn't crying, merely just automatic reaction to the intensity of what her body was being put through. Part of her loved it. A large part of her. Her thighs were sticky wet with her arousal and she loved the feel of a hard cock fucking her mouth and throat. He continued to fuck himself in and out of her mouth, tugging here and there on the chain controlling her nipple clamps so that she'd moan and cry out around the thickness of his cock. He'd push force his length deeper in her mouth and she'd sputter and gag and he'd punish her with a harsher tug on her nipples by jerking the chain and holding it taunt away from her body. She was dizzy from the torture of it all. Just when she thought that she couldn't possibly handle any further assault on her nipples and throat he pulled his cock out of her mouth, slapped it against her face with a trail of wet spongy slickness and then shoved it back into her mouth pressing down hard on the back of her head. "I'm going to cum...don't miss a drop" he yelled out and her tongue furiously sloshing back and forth, one more thrust into the back of her mouth and she felt the ribbons of his cum shooting down her throat. He held his cock in her mouth like that. He was still cumming and she moaned and squirmed as her throat automatically convulsed to swallow his thick load. He pulled out of her mouth and she automatically fell forward against his lower stomach, breathing heavily, sputtering as her esophagus remembered unencumbered airway. He held her with his hands loosely tangled up in her hair, his chest rising and falling heavily. He pulled her away and guided his cock back to her lips motioning for her to lick it clean. Her tongue dipped out and slowly began to lick the remaining thick cum clinging to his partially erect cock. She savored the taste of his salty cum, licking her lips and circling her tongue around in her mouth. Dazed, she realized that she had just barely almost forgotten about the searing pain being delivered to her nipples. She looked down at the clamps attached to her nipples, curiously noting the dramatic shade of red that her abused nipples had turned. As if reading her thoughts, he looked down at her nipples too. She cringed as he moved his hands, thinking he might deliver another tongue on the chain but instead he held her by her arms and gently helped her up to her feet. As she tried to stand up too quickly and the room started to tilt she realized that she did need the hand that he was offering her. Sex and pain—what an energy rush. She wondered if their scene together was almost over. He stroked his fingers over the crest of her hand then drew her in close for a kiss. Pulling away he slid his hands over her hips and started to tug on her skirt, drawing it down to her ankles and then helping her step out of it. Nope, guess the play wasn't over. She felt her heart start to flutter. Seriously, how much more could she handle? Suddenly without the skirt she began to feel even more exposed. She had crouched on her hands and knees before him on the table, her entire sex and anus exposed intimately to him and though that skirt had been rolled up around her stomach the entire time it still felt like a shield of sorts. Now she was literally naked save for the damn nipple clamps and chain. He tugged lightly on her arm and motioned to the dining room table in front of them. "On the table again" he commanded to her using his knuckles to rap lightly on the tabletop surface. She swallowed hard and willed her tired legs to move and he helped hoist her back up onto the table. She let her bum slide against the smooth surface, sitting silently with her legs hanging off the side and watching him wearily. He regarded her with amusement. "Lie back. Keep your ass on the edge of the table. Offer your pussy to me." The last of his words made her close her eyes and shudder. She leaned backwards and used her elbows to slowly bring her back flat against the tabletop. She scooted forward a bit and let her legs fall open to the side knowing again that every inch of her pussy was being intimately exposed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her body even more forwards so that her pelvis was resting right against the edge of the table leaving her with the sensation that she might fall forward. Her head was resting flat against the table, starring at the ceiling. Ceiling observing was a popular pastime in sex. Not to indicate that she was bored at all, in fact she was completely alive with sensory stimulation and that frightful dose of adrenaline induced hyper awareness and sensitivity. She tried to soothe herself with the stark blank whiteness of the ceiling. Still, she jumped when she felt his fingertips part the lips of her sex. His fingertips felt wet; he must have moistened them with saliva. He started to massage the inner lips of her cunt, tracing them up and down but stopping just short of her clit. Oh god. She started to moan. Barely there touches always did it for her. She knew that if he used that same light feathery sweeping motion across her clit that she'd cum in an instant. Hell, she might fall off the damn table in the throes of an orgasm if he did that. His fingertips stayed dancing lightly over the path of her inner lips and she couldn't keep still, she felt her clit twitch. He pulled his hands off of her and she moaned and cried out, desperately wanting the sensations to come back. She felt something warm and moist against her inner thighs and her thighs automatically buckled, oh god, yes it was his the warmth of his breathe! His mouth was between her thighs. Like warm wet velvet his tongue reached out and she felt his tongue trace the path of her inner lips. She was moaning and crying out. Her chest heaving up and down and causing the damn nipple clamps to send waves of pain through out her but she didn't care. There was nothing in the world that compared to a good pussy licking and he knew how to use his tongue. Use his tongue and drive her wild. His tongue finally brushed its tip against her clit and she arched her back in pleasure. "I'm going to suck on your clit until you cum. As soon as you think you are going to cum I want you to pull off your nipple clamps. Raise your hands right now and keep them against the clamps. Don't hesitate when you feel the point of no return." All she could do was dumbly nod her head and she wasn't even sure if he could see that with the way she was pressed flat against the table. She raised her hands and touched them to the metal clamps and her burning nipples. Again she felt his tongue tenderly licking her clit and he flattened his tongue out and closed his lips around the bud of her sex, creating suction in his mouth and eagerly slurping on her sex. Her back arched again and she was getting ready to pull off the clamps...any second now...any second...any fucking second! Her nipples felt like they were going to burst along with the muscular tension building in her cunt. She cried out as she felt his teeth lightly graze the hood of her clit, nudging the head of her clit to be even more exposed. Yes, oh god, yes, so close. The tip of his velvet tongue licked in a circular motion against her clit and everything in her body tightened up, her back ferociously lurching off the table. Oh god, she pulled the nipple clamps off and screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipples simultaneously as the muscles in her cunt let off and released their contractions...over and over again the walls of her cunt seemed to be thudding inside of her from the contractions...all she could see was blackness, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter and riding out the wave of pain and pleasure. It felt good. It felt so fuckin good. The orgasm subsided and she almost wanted to cry...her thighs felt like they were molten liquid and still there was a fire burning inside her cunt and in the tips of her red swollen nipples. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said pulling her hips even farther off the edge of the table. She thought she was rendered speechless but still a whimper escaped past her lips. Distantly she heard the noises of foil ripping and knew that he was unwrapping a condom and then sheathing it over his cock. She trusted him. She felt the head of his cock bump against her pussy and he was guiding the tip of him inside her. She was so wet and the length of him slid in quickly. It wasn't just her moans now she could hear his mingling with hers and the thick wet sloshing of arousal drenched flesh slapping together and they sounded like some primal, wild, and deprived orchestra. "Oh god, fuck me" she cried out and he grabbed her hips holding her an inch or so off the table and he began to pound his cock into her. His cock was curved just right as he pounded into her the bulbous head hit the tender spot pressed up alongside the top of her internal wall and she couldn't stop screaming and thrashing around. The orgasm building up inside her was going to hurt. Her muscles were screaming in protest but still she felt it building up inside her and her walls tightening against his cock. He leaned deeper into her, painfully digging his thighs against her hips and it sent his cock farther up inside her, so deep it felt like he was going to bump her cervix. The muscles of her cunt gave a final protest and then she felt her walls squeeze even tighter against his cock fucking into her and she cried out trying to give him warning. Her back was buckling and she wasn't going to be able to contain her body for this. She was cumming and the intensity of the orgasm jerked her upright into a sitting position but there wasn't enough room on the edge of the table and she felt it give way, knowing that she was falling off the table and she was still moaning and crying out...somehow it still felt as if his cock was locked inside her. She tumbled down and knew that his arms were wrapped around her hips holding her up against the front of his warm sweaty body and still he was sheathed inside her. "I'm so close," he cried out his fingertips dug into the cheeks of her ass, one of his fingers nearly pressing inside her anus and his hips bucked, slamming his cock in and out of her and her own walls were still shuddering from the aftermath of her orgasm and she felt his give way like an angry howl and he was wearing a condom so she couldn't literally feel his orgasm but she felt his cock twitching, hugged tight against the walls of her pussy and she knew his orgasm was as desperate and crazed as hers had been. Staggering he gently lowered her to the ground and finally his partially erect cock pulled out of her leaving her with the feeling as if her cunt was gaping open, so wet and open. She was half leaning against the leg of the table, half holding herself up from collapsing on the ground and he dropped down beside her. "My god, girl. My fuckin god..." he looked at her and they both started to laugh at the same time. He raised his arm and she wiggled into his embrace, pressing herself up against his warm chest. She loved this moment. The tender, wet, mushy aftermath of sex. This is what made it all worth it. This is what she lived for. It didn't matter that she didn't love him or that he didn't love her. It didn't matter that she still loved the man that broke her heart and yes, yes, it didn't matter that she still had a broken heart. The capacity for pleasure and pain, the need to have sex and to feel connected just for that one instant—one beautiful fuckin instant where there was nothing but the orgasm and the junction of two bodies merging into one unit of delicious, delirious muscular contraction. There was life outside of a broken heart. There was pleasure. There was laughter. There was everything worth living for. Her lips curled up in a smile. Fuck you broken heart.

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Title: My first gay writing :) by CamaroIrocZ Tags: 69, Alaskan Malamute, Anal, Car, Club, Cum, First Time, Gay, Love, M/M, Spooge, Truck, Wolf, lube, motorcycle, sucking Due to recent events, my sexuality has come into question. So I wrote my first gay story! Enjoy! \_ 'I'm going to do it tonight. I've waited a long time, and this is it,'\_ Thought Adrian to himself. *'Let's go, I'm ready!'* With that, the small wolf stepped from inside his older model Ford and walked across the packed parking lot towards the brightly lit club building. His throat felt tight, clothing clinging to him with sweat from the boiling weather. A shaking paw opened the door gingerly, metal handle smooth beneath his grip. His body seemingly carried itself into the vibrating room beyond, eyes just along for the ride. They absorbed the dancing male bodies, the naked members flapping in the wind. Some had clothes, others didn't. Not a female was in sight, and Adrian stood there like a deer in the headlights. That was, until a hulking Alaskan Malamute burst free from the crowd and made his way over to the door. "Come on big guy, I call you!" The voice was harsh and deep, yet happy and welcoming at the same time. "Uh... Sure..." Adrian said, voice an octave higher than he meant it to be. His feet skidded across the black and white tiles, and he eventually found himself looking down to the slick floor. It was glossy, and the air was filled with a neutral odor. The ever recognizable odor of sweat, precum, and cum itself. Even the Alaskan Malamute was naked, and Adrian found himself swaying his hips to the beat. The rigid cock of the great dog was stabbing into his lower back, painting a dotted picture in the moisture flowing from the tip. "I'm Kimmik, by the way!" He shouted to Adrian over the crowd and thick music. "I think you're really cute!" He almost sounded very adorable with that statement, yet Adrian felt himself begin to become aroused by that very thought. He took a moment, in between songs and grinding, to remove his sweat drenched clothing. His own knot sprung from the sheath between his thighs, oozing out more of the clear liquid which dripped to the floor below with a moist slap. Back to grinding they went, Adrian looking back and craning his neck for a long kiss. Kimmik's taste was intoxicating, nothing like any of Adrian's previous girlfriends. Minty and strong, warm and reliable. He felt safe, here, with another man's hands around his waist and his penis prodding at his ass cheeks. Their hot bodies nearly created a friction fire, both crotches and asses drenched in the fiery splotches of male horniness. The night wound down, and Adrian found himself walking with Kimmik, hand in hand, to their clothing before Adrian's truck out in the parking lot. "That's a nice ride, man," Kimmik said, looking at the truck. "It gets me where I need to go. So... Would you like to..." Adrian started, looking at the ground and scuffing his feet in the dirt. "Come over? Of course! You can't just have an evening like that and not take me home for it!" The Alaskan Malamute said, predicting the line as though it weren't already blatantly obvious. "Well then right this way!" Adrian said, opening the passenger door for his new found friend. "I don't think so, conquistador. I'll be driving myself, you just lead the way in the big hunk of metal there," And with that, Kimmik walked briskly to a Harley Davidson sitting three cars away. Adrian shut the door with a metallic thud, jogged to the driver's side, and lifted the behemoth white truck to life with a gently twist of the worn old key in the ignition. His mind was aflutter with the prospects of what was going to happen later in his very apartment. He was horny, and therefore the large work dog had to be similarly aroused. The radio came on over the shuddering rumble of the small block V8, Hair of the Dog by Nazareth playing. It was inevitable that he'd be getting his first true reaming from this man. Would he like it? What if he didn't? What if this man was just going to abandon him by tomorrow? Should Adrian care? "Lead the way, like I said!" Kimmik yelled, Adrian popping out of his stupor, those six words banishing all panic from him. Whatever happened tonight, it would surely be good. The truck pulled from its parking spot with a whir of machinery, engine propelling him past the raging Harley and onto the winding streets of New York. Kimmik's bandana was fluttering in the wind, nose twitching as he soaked in all the smells of the outside world. Tongue lolling out behind his massive canines, he looked absolutely thrilled to be cruising along behind Adrian's antiquated 70s truck. At least, until they reached one of the larger deserted streets. Kimmik sucked his tongue in, closed his mouth, leaned forward, and opened the bike's throttle. He whizzed past Adrian, sweeping gracefully back into the right lane as the testosterone mobile gained speed. Adrian found his heart stabbed with an icicle of adrenaline, planting his shoe to the floor and sending the truck's engine into a furious primal screech. Kimmik looked back with a shiny smile before turning back around and hunching his shoulders into the wind as the two thundered through the deserted back roads. The truck bounced with every pothole, rattling ominously with chains and keys jingling as the stiff suspension punched Adrian's ass into a pancake. Kimmik swerved every one of the disastrous craters, deftly maneuvering until they reached a stoplight. Adrian saw it late, and cranked onto the brakes to no avail. The tires locked, Adrian's hands a blur as he fought to keep the truck in a straight line. Sure enough, he stopped next to Kimmik, but he had lost all sense of bravery in exchange for a shaky glimpse at death. "Nice!" Kimmik said, laughing and shaking his head. "Let's never do... *THAT* again," Adrian breathed out, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "We're only one block from my place, just take the last right possible and I'm right there on the corner in the brick building," "You tell those instructions, you GPS," Kimmik said, tearing off through the red light and whipping down the last possible right. Did he always drive like that? Adrian followed much more conservatively, pulling to a stop quietly in his designated parking spot. Stumbling up his steps in the darkness, Adrian opened the door and saw a pile of clothes on the floor. That weren't his. "Get your clothes off, I'm in your bedroom already!" Adrian's heart punched his chest like a professional boxer, and he removed his in order to walk up the stairs. His erection sprang out of its sheath like a jack in the box, and he slumped down on his bed to wait. "Just like one more minute, hon," Adrian teased his boner, smearing the thin pre cum over its throbbing surface all the way down to the knot. It was warm in his paw like fire, and he flexed it to the point that it rose from his lower stomach and quivered in the air for a minute until his muscles weakened and it fell back against his fur with a stick whump. In all his days as a horny male, he'd never produced this amount of sex juices. He must be *some* excited. Just then, Kimmik strutted out of the bathroom, stark naked. His own boner bounced in the air, slinging translucent filaments of pre cum all over the floor in dark, wet streams. Adrian was transfixed on that great red love shaft, and his eyes traced every line along its shining surface. "You like what you see? It's all yours, big guy!" He made it to the bed, crawling onto Adrian's chest slowly and laboriously. His tail hung high in the air over his back, wiggling happily. He lazily dragged his tongue over Adrian's balls and cock, lingering on the tip. Adrian shivered, the feeling pure electricity. "Oh my god," He whispered, fingers writhing in his bed's comforter. "This is going to be good!" Said Kimmik, licking his lips before turning around and backing up until his own head was at Adrian's twitching erection. "This is called 69," Kimmik commented matter of factly, with a short chuckle. "Commence your operation, doctor Adrian," Adrian reached up towards the red boner, and received a slap at his hand. "Like this," And Adrian felt his dick swept up in a writhing and soft cavity. The powerful Canine tongue lapped up the fluids spurting out at discordant intervals, wringing the tip of the dick forcefully. "Come on, don't be shy. One way or the other, this is happening. Oh, and it's courtesy to say when you're going to ejaculate," "Uhh..." Adrian said, and opened his mouth. He was frozen, however, his neck perched just below his objective. With a thrust of his hips, Kimmik managed to smack Adrian in the face with his moist dick. It was enough encouragement for the wolf, and he took the penis into his mouth. He tasted the salty, sweaty shaft itself. There was an undertone of a sweet fluid, which punched at the backs of his throat every few seconds. Adrian began to bob his head, rewarded with a muffled moan from the large breed dog. "You're good. Keep it going for a few more seconds, we've work to do still. New guy," Kimmik called out from around the dick. Adrian jammed his head upon the great member, and it poked at the back of his throat. He almost wretched, but forced the feeling away and began to lap at the intruder with his tongue. "Enough, let me go get the lube. You wanna get filled, or me? I don't care either way," "If it's all the... s-s-same to you... I'd like to get... 'filled.' If you-" "Say no more, Tentative Timmy," Kimmik said, returning to the gigantic bed with a comically huge bottle of sexual lubricant. He bent Adrian over gently, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. "Lemme see 'er," Adrian removed his tail, exposing the pink pucker below. "Perfect!" Kimmik poked the nozzle into the center of the ring, and squeezed gently. A little bit of the viscous fluid exploded forth, flowing into his ass, becoming instantly soft and smooth. He removed the bottle's nozzle, administering a copious amount of the light blue solution around the ring and on his dick. Adrian felt the flaming tip touch his ass, and he felt hands clutching his wide hips. There was a gentle pressure, and he felt something pop in partway. He grunted from the intrusion, but remained frozen as it continued sliding in laboriously. "I love this, come on, come on, come on!" He shouted unintelligibly, Kimmik laughing and retracting his dick to the tapered point. In it went, *much* faster this time. Again he drew it out, slapping his balls up against Adrian's balls. Kimmik's erection stabbed at his prostate, glazing Adrian's eyes over with bliss. The world swam before him, the Alaskan Malamute beginning to piston in and out, faster and faster. They both were soon panting, and Adrian found himself leaning backwards into the thrusts. There was a building in his nether region, and he burst out in a mind blowing orgasm. He painted the covers white, each spurt causing his body to spasm. Kimmik let himself loose upon Adrian's silky tunnel, the wolf feeling the piping hot liquid filling his soul. It felt like a hot balloon opening up inside of him, and he smiled as the Alaskan Malamute retracted himself in a torrent of semen. The two collapsed in the moist spot, tons of semen soaking into their coats. Adrian had a new hobby.

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Title: 3 Smoothies Please Tags: bisexual, blowjob, cockring, first time gay, public sex, shaved, swallowing, thong, threesome I know I'm not the only woman who feels this way, but for some time now I have desperately wanted to watch my husband Tim suck a cock. He once shot a video of me while I had his penis deep in my mouth. I found the sight of his hard, shaved shaft disappearing between my lips indescribably hot. When he came in my mouth I could see his cock pumping and twitching as he unloaded his semen into me. I couldn't take it all, so some of it overflowed my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I heard myself moaning while sucking him, consumed by desire by his cock, and by the sheer pleasure of pleasing him. It was a feeling that I wanted him to experience - unbridled cock lust - a feeling that obviously I alone could not provide. I had watched the video file over and over to fuel my own masturbatory fantasies. But nothing beats real life. So I began my campaign of persuasion. The goal - to see my man take a gorgeous shaved cock just like his down his throat, get utterly lost in cocklust, and then happily, greedily swallow a load of cum. I decided to launch the campaign in the shower, because like most men, he is most easily influenced when he is naked and his cock is receiving attention. He was lathering up after his late-day workout when I opened the glass door to our twin shower. I had a razor in one hand and a can of shaving gel in the other. I said nothing, just looked down towards his cut six-inch cock, which was already rising from its short stubble nest. "Hey" his voice was low and throaty. "Hi hon, time to get you smooth. I think your cock needs some workout time too - in my mouth." He groaned in reply as I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began massaging the shave gel into his pubic area. As any man who has shaved his own pubes will know, it's impossible not to get hard and horny through the process. And get hard he did, as I gently stroked the razor through his hair, rendering his cock, balls , perineum, anus, and pubic mound baby-smooth. I leaned back to inspect the stunningly sexy results of my handiwork. His cock was now rock hard, its prominent plum head throbbing in time with his elevated heartbeat, shaft protruding from his smooth abdomen. I spread my fingers over his hairless mound, while cupping his smooth balls in the other hand and licked the underside of his shaft all the way to that tiny triangle of joy under his cockhead, where I stopped to rapidly flutter my tongue. That move always rewarded me with a flow of pre-seminal fluid, and the sweet-tasting emission was like rocket-fuel for my own cock-lust. I moved around and took his cock into my mouth, driving it all the way in until my nose touched his smooth pubis. I looked into his eyes, trying to see myself through them, imagining the sight of his thick shaved cock stretching my lips open and tickling my throat. I wanted him not just to to see my cock-lust, but to feel it. I pulled back and panted "Like what you see there babe?" "Mmmmmmm so much. Don't stop." "You like watching me take your cock in my mouth?" "Baby you know I do. I love it." I did a long, slow up-and-down his shaft, keeping tongue pressure all the way, making him squirm and moan in pleasure "And I love doing it to you. Ever wonder why?" "Hmmmmm?" "Do you ever wonder why I love to suck your cock and swallow your cum so much?" "Oh babe ...'cause you love me?" He clearly wasn't ready for a quiz with his shaved cock in my throat. "Mmmmm, try again...glmmmff." "Oh, oh, oooooooojjjjjjeeezzz!" I suddenly pulled off his cock, and squeezed the base, putting the brakes on his impending orgasm. Slowly stroking his full length, I looked up at my husband, knowing that even though I was on my knees before his hard shaved meat, I was the one calling the shots. "Sweetheart the reason I love sucking you so much is because it makes me so horny. I just lose myself in the taste and feel of your wonderful hard cock in my mouth, and the feeling of your hot sperm gushing onto my tongue. Sometimes I cum just from that." "Oh baby you are the perfect woman." "And I want you to experience that too." "Are you saying...?" "I am saying I want to see you do what I am doing now. I want you to experience the joy I get from this." With that I took his penis back in my mouth, quickly going balls-deep, feeling his cockhead in my throat while my tongue laved his smooth scrotum. I hummed a bit making my throat muscles caress his plum. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh". He exploded in my mouth, jets of his hot semen going straight down my throat. He usually served up a fair-sized load but this one was more voluminous than normal. There was more than enough to share... After his rod had finally ceased spasming in my mouth, I stood up quickly and locked my lips on his, opening my mouth and pushing half a healthy dollop of his own cum onto his tongue. He pulled back reflexively, but only a little. Then his tongue swirled back into my mouth searching for more of his semen. And he moaned with pleasure. That's when I knew I would soon fulfil my fever dream of watching him take another man's cum, direct from the source... The local sex-chat forum said that Thursday was the day to catch man-to-man fun happening at our local nude beach, so off we went. I made sure Tim was dressed for action. He had a tiny diaphanous g-string that barely contained his balls and shaft. The white material ensured it would become see-through the second it got wet. I had shaved him again in the shower that morning and his entire package was as silky-smooth and hairless as my own. A studded leather cock-ring harnessed snugly behind his balls, completing the picture. I could barely keep my lips off him as we drove the half-hour to the beach. We parked and with the car's engine silent I could now hear Tim breathing heavily. "This is really gonna happen?" he asked. "My darling, you are going to love it, maybe even as much as me. And to sweeten the deal, I'll let you have my ass right here on the beach" He leapt from the car, with a rare chance to probe my back passage with his cock as added incentive. Anal sex was a rare treat for Tim. I knew how much he loved it though his thickness made it often painful for me. But I was willing to endure a little discomfort in order to watch him suck a cock and swallow another man's cum. Now to find the man! Tim's cock was tent-poling out from his swim trunks as we walked down the sand. I had been half-expecting an all-you-can eat buffet of gay cock but was a little disappointed to find the secluded beach apparently deserted. "Not much of a crowd." Tim observed. "You're not getting off that easy darling. We just got here, and the day is long. Let's keep going and find a spot." As we continued down the beach and around the point a lone figure was visible in the middle distance. It looked like a man lying face down in the sand. I stopped and pulled off my shorts, revealing the tiniest white thong I owned, covering barely three square centimetres of my pubic area just above my clitoris. I turned to Tim. "Drop 'em baby. Time to find you some cock - and that's the bait" I added as I cupped his swollen balls through their sheer covering. So we walked, now nearly nude, towards the prone figure in the sand. I picked a spot about three meters from the bronzed form - close enough so he couldn't miss us but far enough to give him some space. As we laid out our towels I watched Tim stealing furtive glances towards our neighbour. He was tall and looked reasonably fit. His whole body was lightly tanned, a string of blue material running up between his butt-cheeks the only sign that he wasn't completely nude. As Tim was pulling a couple of bottles of water from the cooler the man next door decided it was time to roll over on his towel and show us the rest. It was worth looking at. His long lean body was crowned by a blue triangle of silk at its centre, bulging eagerly from his smooth abdomen. The top of the thong was riding exactly at the hairless base of the man's cock-shaft, and I could see that like Tim he was also smooth-shaven. Perfect. I nudged Tim to take the towel closest to our neighbour, while I lay down on my back beside him, my barely covered tits and shaved pussy bathed by the warm sunlight. Tim was facedown, but I could tell his thickening cock was forcing him to arch his back slightly. I reached over and ran my fingers lightly down the crack of his ass, tugging gently at his g-string, knowing the extra sensations would make yet more blood flow to his shaft. "Don't look at me...look at him" I whispered. Tim turned his head toward the lean tanned form a few feet away. As he did I moved his g-sting to one side of his ass-crack, and placed a finger firmly at the middle of his back opening. As I pushed my finger into my husband's ass, suntan oil helped it slide in easily up to the second knuckle, eliciting a groan from Tim. A groan load enough to be heard... "Hey, that looks like fun" said our neighbour, as he rose up on his elbows, frankly admiring what he was seeing. Us that is. Me - nearly nude - with my finger clearly siding in and out of Tim's ass, which was now gently pushing back against my hand, inviting further penetration. The man's cock was also liking what he was seeing, evidently. His now-fully-erect shaft was lifting the tiny triangle of blue material clear of his shaved-smooth pubis, revealing the shiny metal cock rings encircling both his balls, and the base of his throbbing hard cock. I cock my husband would soon be sucking. "Hi, I'm Sara, and this is my husband Tim" I pushed a second finger inside Tim's hole, forcing him to introduce himself with another lusty groan. "It's very nice to meet you both. I'm Ted. I know haven't seen you here before, because I am sure I would remember such a hot couple. Your husband seems to be especially enjoying himself." "It's a special day - isn't it honey?" "How so Sara?" Tim was now humping his ass onto my hand, and humming with lust. "Well Ted, I made a deal with my husband, and maybe you can help." "Let me guess - he's going to take a cock in his ass - he looks ready, able and eager!" "Nope, that's me who will take a cock in the ass. I promised Tim he could have have my rosebud right here on the beach, but only if he did something for me first" "Oh, and what's that?" "Tim why don't you tell Ted about your half of the bargain." "Mmmmmuuuhh...I have to suck a cock..." He groaned, writhing his backdoor on my fingers. "And what else?" "Uuuuh, swallow. I have to swallow all the cum.." "That's right honey, and I know you're going to love it as much as I do. Our new friend Ted has a nice cock doesn't he? Ted, why don't you free that pole and show us the whole thing?" Ted ginned broadly as he slowly eased the tight triangle of sheer blue cloth over the head of his long rock-hard cock. The shaft sprung free, standing straight up from Ted's smooth and hairless pubis. The two silver cock rings pushed his package up and out most invitingly. Perfect. "Ted why don't you come over here and join us? That is the most perfect looking package for Ted to launch his cock-sucking career on...don't you think honey?" I slowly pulled my fingers from Tim's ass as Ted took a few steps over to our towels, his glorious throbbing hard cock leading the way. "On your knees honey, it's time." Tim looked me in the eye as he rose off the towel. "Out here? What if someone sees me?" ""I sucked my first cock right here." answered Ted. "And being seen was half the fun. I loved being watched while I took my first hard cock down my throat." Tim was now in his knees, his face inches from Ted's gorgeous shaved hard cock. His breathing was heavy, but muted. His own rock-hard cock struggling in the confines of his white thong as he looked nervously up and down the beach. "Touch it honey. Make love to it just like you've seen me do to you..." Tim splayed one hand around the base of Ted's throbbing cock, feeling the smoothness and softness of his shaved skin, while his other hand encircled Ted's rod just below its bulbous head, slowly moving up and down the shaft. I was in heaven, and it was only going to get hotter. "Now lick him honey. Start on the underside just like I do..." I watched, transfixed, as my husband placed his tongue on the cock of another man for the first time ever. Tim licked the bottom ridge of Ted's beautiful cock. Slowly, lovingly, he ran his tongue from the base all the way up to the underside of the throbbing cock head. Tim pulled away slightly as he got his first taste of the pre-cum now oozing slowly from the slit of Ted's penis. "Now take him in your mouth." Tim opened wide, his glistening lips hovering just millimetres from the hard, throbbing, shaved meat in his hand. My husband closed his eyes and moaned softly as his mouth engulfed the flesh of Ted's penis, and then enclosed it completely. Ted groaned too, as his pushed his cock further into husband's hungry mouth. My own hand had long since found its way into the front of my white thong, which was now transparent, soaked from the juices pouring from my smooth pussy lips as I watched my husband slide a rock-hard shaved cock eagerly in and out of his mouth. Ted's balls were shiny with spit and the veins of his shaft were pulsating visibly as my husband licked, sucked, caressed with abandon. "Baby you're a natural." I cooed. "There's one move left. Relax and open your throat." Tim's eyes closed as he concentrated on taking the whole of Ted's penis. His lips flared around the shaft as Ted slowly pushed his mushroom head further and further into my husband's drooling mouth. Tim gagged a bit as the cockhead met his throat, and then he lifted his head slightly to allow the final ridge to pass. His nose came to rest on Ted's shaved pubic area. My horny cock-loving husband now had a penis balls-deep down his throat! Gagging noises ensued as Ted began to face-fuck his ardent cockslut, chin now running with pre-cum and saliva. I looked down and Tim's own cock was running free with his own precum. I scooped some from the end of his cock and tasted it as I watched him bounce his head up and down rapidly. Tim moaned with ecstasy as Ted pistoned his cock in and out of my husband's mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick Ted's gleaming cock ring as the man went balls-deep again and again into the face of my grunting cock-pig of a husband. Tim's own cock was rock-hard from the arousal of worshipping another man's penis for the first time. I stroked him as he continued to submit to Ted's ever-more-urgent thrusting. He was getting close! "I'm going to cummmmmmmm..." "Go ahead Ted, fill up his mouth!" Ted grunted as his shaft twitched, his swollen balls pulsating in their steel ring as they began unloading into my husband's mouth. Tim's cheeks bulged as his mouth filled up with blast after blast of cum from Ted's writhing, pulsing cock-shaft. "Swallow it baby, swallow it!" Tim gulped down as much as he could, but the cock in his mouth kept pumping more cum. I moved quickly to lick my husband's face, lapping up and swallowing the rivulets of hot white man-lava spilling from his mouth. I was high from the arousal of sharing another man's cum with my husband! My husband had just sucked a gorgeous, smooth-shaven cock, and swallowed several mouthfuls of cum - in public! "So darling - was I right? Isn't it so arousing to feel a man's cock pumping cum into your mouth?" Tim just smiled as he licked the last drops of semen from the tip of Ted's beautiful cock, still semi-hard in its steel rings. I reached into my beach bag for the cocoanut butter and the three-inch butt plug. It was time to get ready for my husband's reward. If only he'd get that cock out of his mouth!

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Title: Friends Change by builder214 Tags: Cock Growth, F/Herm, Gender Shifting, Other/Herm, Transformation \*Julia and Wen are MINE. Ask for use plz.\* Wen arrived at Julia's house, said bye to her mom, and walked up to the house. She noticed that Julia had failed to fix the doorbell, so she knocked once and walked into the house. "JULIA?" Wen called. "we need to finish that stupid project!" no reply. Wen walked upstairs and into Julia's room. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She was a very smart and athletic little leopard, and just barely had size AA boobs. She was short, in fact, almost a head shorter than Julia's 5'2". She wore a tight-fitting tank top and also tight jeans that showed off her track skills. But she gave great head, and could satisfy anyone. Julia walked into the room and squeaked. "eek! you could have called me!" Julia stammerred "I did, you didn't pick up, so I left a message." Wen replied. "Jeez, My head still hurts from those laps we had to do in the pool!" "yeah, mine too, but we have more important things to do." "fine, let's get this over with." After an hour or so of working on it, all the while talking about any cute boys that they met over the week, Julia finally got completely frustrated. "AARGHH!!! I can't do this anymore! My head hurts, and all this project crap is not helping!" Julia screamed. Wen sighed. "C'mon, my grade depends on it, your grade depends on it. DEAL WITH IT. But come to think of it, my headache is getting worse. Let's take a break then." "Perfect. I'll be right back!" "where-" "Something that'll make you feel better!" Julia ran back to the shower area and retrived the pills from earlier. She looked at it and decided that she would have some fun anyway. She pulled out a red pill and one of the "tie dye" pills (the red and blue ones) and charged back with a glass of water. When she got back, Wen was lying on the bed and trying to help the headache go away. "Here ya go!" Julia said, then popped the red pill into Wen's open mouth. "Have some water." Wen swallowed. She slowly got up and immediately felt her headache subside. Julia thought to herself, "Here we go..." and awaited the result. "ugh, what's going on?" Wen moaned as her nipples stiffened and started to wet her panties. "What was that pill, Julia?" "Oh, just something that I found earlier. Oh, by the way, you may want to take your clothes off."Julia smiled. Wen only moaned and complied. She slowly worked off her tank top over her incredibly sensitive nipples. Then she pulled off her pants and panties. She was now completely naked lying on Julia's bed, and started to rub her pussy and continued to moan and shift. The first thing that happened was her ass getting slightly fuller and more curvaceous. Then she got taller, until she was almost as tall as Julia. Her AAs slowly grew out to DDs, and then she fondled her new, bigger boob and arched her back. "Oooohh, I-I think I'm going t-to-cum!" She arched her back and squealed, and as her orgasm subsided, she noticed her changes. "Oh My god, awesome!" Julia wasn't listening, as she had taken the other pill and was lying on the ground, squirming and moaning. Wen watched, shocked. Julia had gotten slightly bigger, bulkier, and more...sexy. Her DDs were bigger than ever, and she was groping all over herself, and her moaning was getting louder. Her pussy started to shake, and then a cock started to grow out from her clit, stopping at a large 6 inches. Wen gasped, and then noticed that the bedsheets were wetter. Wen nudged Julia. "Julia, you ok?" a moan. "K, I know you can hear me." Julia whispered "That felt soooo good..." "Julia, you have a cock now..." "I know, I've had one before..." "You've had this pill before?" "Yep, sort of..." Wen sat up on the bed. "How am I going to explain this?" Wen exclaimed. "Don't worry, let me handle this." Julia stood up and flipped Wen onto her stomach. "WHA???" "Don't worry!" Julia guided hir now hard cock into Wen's pussy and started to thrust. Wen's pussy gripped hir cock so hard it felt so good. Julia felt hir cock start to throb and enlarge, and she screamed, "Hold on, I'm CUMMING!!!" Jet after jet of Julia's hot seed squirted into Wen, and when Shi took hir cock out, a small river of cum flowed out. "That was good..."Wen gasped. "but now it's my turn!" Wen had grabbed a double sided strap on that she found under Julia's bed and pulled it on, moaning slightly as it slid into her. She got behind Julia and said "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." She shoved her cock into Julia's waiting pussy, and reached forward and stroked hir cock faster and faster. "Yes, yes, yes!" Julia moaned. "Keep going!" The strap on was moving a lot inside Wen, and she finally moaned "I'm going to cum!" Julia moaned "I'm also going to cum!" They came together. Julia's cock pulsed and shi shot hir warm cum across the room and her pussy grabbed the strap on, and Wen squirmed as she came for the third or fourth time today. They laid on the bed, and kissed each other and then fell asleep. Downstairs, Al walked into the kitchen and got a snack... \*Sorry about the wait, I have an assessment coming up and I gotta work overtime. Tell me what you think though!\*

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Title: Meant to Be Ch. 08 Tags: marriage, love-making, woman on top "Thanks, Sgt." "No problem, Sir." Aaron slammed the car door and looked around. It had been over 2 months since he had been on base. It hadn't changed that much. There was a Christmas tree near the flagpole now. He noticed that there were some unusual decorations on it especially the nylons. He wondered who found the female mannequin leg. His wound was still giving some trouble but he decided it was time to get out of that hospital. He was going stir crazy. He was given a cane to help him walk but he used it as little as possible. Somehow he was going to convince those above him he was all right. Aaron realized how lucky was. The bullet that struck him hit just outside and above his knee. It cut a deep furrow up his thigh and out. Muscles were cut and it bled like a stuck pig. It just nicked the bone causing some fragments that were still coming out. He lost a lot of blood before they could get him squared away. One of the doctors told him that any more and he wouldn't have made it. "Is the Colonel in?" Aaron asked the clerk. "Yes, sir," he replied. "I'll let him know." "Aaron!" a voice called. "Welcome back." "Frank, it's good to see you." Major Frank Scovill was the Air Exc. on base. Aaron and he had come over together in Spring, 1944. They were part of the very few that remained. "How's the leg?" "Good enough." "I heard you're going to be the new Operations Exc.. Going to be flying a desk for a while?" Before he could answer, Colonel Logan stepped out of his office. "Williams, welcome back. Come on in." "Yes, sir." Colonel Logan was a big man who seemed to fill the room with his presence. He was unit's first Air Exc. and now was in command. He didn't play favorites and he could be blunt when he wanted. "Welcome back, Williams. How's the leg?" "Fine, sir." "Good, good." The colonel replied. "Glad to have you on my staff." "Happy to be here, sir." "I'll get right to the point, Williams. You shouldn't be here. You should have been sent home. You don't really believe you'll fly again, do you?" Just like Logan, right to the point. "That's the plan, sir." "You have flown enough. 26, 27 missions? It doesn't matter. You earned it. Did you know the boys of your ship all have flown 30 missions and went home? All except Wilson. He stayed to help with the radar units we got." "I believe I can be a help and get back in the air, sir." The Colonel hmrrph. "We'll see." As he did, he pick up a newspaper and then dropped it on the desk. "Have you read the article? Damn good writing. Some talk of a Pulitzer or something." Peter Smithson was the reporter who hitched a ride on "Tantalizing Takeoff" on Aaron's last mission. He wrote a 2-article piece about it that made it into the NY Times. From there it spread to every other newspaper. Aaron's name and story splashed across the nation, something that bothered him very much. As a result, he was promoted to Major and recommended for the Bronze Star and a DFC. An Army Public Relations idea, he thought. He wonder if that was behind Logan's comment about being sent home. How could he wear either medal as he was only doing his job, job that thousands of others were doing? A job on which 3 men died, 3 men who entrusted their lives to him. "Yes, I've read it, sir. He tells a good story." "Look, you came back at a good time. The weather is supposed to bad for the next couple days. Take your time learning the ropes. If you want, cut yourself a pass. You might want to unwind after being in the hospital so long." "Yes, sir. I'll do that." Aaron headed over to his new quarters. He now had a room to himself since he was on staff. Not much but enough room to stretch out and it included his own desk. His gear was on the cot and it was nice to see that his personal stuff had been saved. He knew how quick that got removed after an airman was gone from the unit. He began to sort through it. He found a framed picture of "Tantalizing Takeoff" and the entire crew. He stared at it for a moment. He wished he had the men sign it but he didn't think of it at the time it was taken. He hung it on the wall. He dug out another. It was a picture of Archer, Gilles, Martini, and him, standing together in front of their plane. It was taken the same day as the other. They looked like they didn't have a care in the world and were ready to take it on. Now 3 were dead and the other a cripple. How quickly things had changed. Writing the letters home was the hardest part. He said all the right things but he really didn't know what to say. What he wanted to do was actually talk to them in person, to tell them how very sorry he was. He even wrote to Gilles' wife. Aaron couldn't tell her about what her husband was doing over here and he didn't let on that anyone knew about her affairs. What surprised him the most was he received a letter back from her, thanking him. Though the letters to Gilles' wife and Martini's mother were hard, the one he wrote to Bill Archer's mom was the most difficult. How to do tell a mother that you could feel her son's life slipping away through one's fingers? That no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save his best friend's life? Aaron felt he should have, maybe he could have done more. Like Gilles' wife, just last week he got a letter from Mrs. Archer. She said the letter was a comfort to her and she felt good knowing that such a good friend was by her son's side when he died. She also said that she saw the newspaper article but she couldn't force herself to read it. She said she pray for Aaron to make it home safely. He knew that the letter was written to make him feel better but he still felt guilty, that somehow he let those men and their families down. He hadn't seen Vicki in 2 months, since he was sent to a larger hospital. They wrote each other and twice they talked on the phone, only for a short while. There was a lot they needed to talk about. He wasn't sure when he was being released from the hospital so he never told her when he would be able to see her. Today was a good as ever. There was much he needed to discuss with her. "Now you are sure you have my order?" "Yes, Mrs. Grayson." Vicki answered. "I have it all written down here." She heard the bell ring as another customer entered the store. "When do you think you can have it delivered?" Vicki looked over at a delivery chart she had taped to the counter. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of him. Her heart skipped a beat. She gasped. "Well, when will it be delivered?" Mrs. Grayson drummed her fingers on the counter. "Ah, ah," Vicki stuttered. "By Wednesday, Friday at the latest." "Very well then. No later than Friday." Vicki escorted Mrs. Grayson to the door. As the older lady left, Vicki locked the door, turned the closed sign, and pull down the shade. She rested her head briefly on the doorframe. Her heart was beating so hard than she needed to catch her breath. She turned. Aaron was standing near the counter, smiling. "I was wondering if you have anything for a lady. I think something to say I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" she said, running to him. Vicki threw her arms around him. "Oh my love," she exclaimed. They kissed, a kiss of lovers too long apart. "How I missed you. I have so many questions, so much to say, to ask," Suddenly she began to cry. "Don't look me. I told myself that I wouldn't let you see me cry, only smiles." Aaron lifted her face and began to kiss her cheeks, her nose. He kissed her tears, tasting their saltiness. "Its alright," he whispered, "We'll have plenty of times for smiles." "How long can you stay?" "All night. Longer if you want." She hugged him tighter as if she was never letting go. Dinner was very awkward. Vicki's mother attempted to make small talk but it went nowhere. Vicki picked at her food while Aaron's effort was directed at keeping his mouth full so he won't have to talk. It was some sort of stew and Aaron didn't want to ask as to what kind of meat was in it. It might have been chicken. "Victoria, you haven't touched your food. Are you feeling alright?" her mother asked. "Yes mother," Vicki answered. How could she tell her that her stomach was in knots? "You haven't said more than 3 words, Aaron. Didn't they feed you at the hospital?" "They fed me very well, when I felt like eating. That first 2 weeks I must have lost 15 pounds but I have most of it back." "I see you have a different insignia on your shoulders than the last time." Mother said. "Yes," Aaron replied, "I'm now a major." "Does that mean you won't be flying again?" "No, not really but I'm grounded until my leg heals." "Perhaps the war will be over by then." She wiped her mouth with her napkin. "My, it is getting dark so much early. Vicki, be a dear, and clean up for me. I'm going up to bed and read. Good night." With that she rose and left the table. Vicki and Aaron looked at each other and each began to laugh. "I'd thought she never leave," Aaron said. "So did I," Vicki smiled. "Help me clear the table." They grabbed the dishes and headed to the kitchen. "I'll fill the sink. You get the rest of the plates. Do you want some tea?" Aaron got all the dishes and returned to the kitchen. "Just set them down here." She handed him a towel. Aaron stood behind Vicki and smiled. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and gently swayed as she moved her head. His eyes traveled down her back, noticing her waist and the flare of her hips. Her legs were finely toned and showed off the nylons Aaron had given her. She had kicked off her shoes and was moving her feet in time with the music coming from the radio. He moved forward and placed his hands on her hips. He moved them slowly up her sides then down. He cupped her cheeks and gave them a squeeze. His hands moved around to her front and up to her breasts. There he stopped and held them. The feel of his hands moving over her body caused Vicki to shiver as her skin seemed to tingle. She threw her head back and sighed. Aaron slid his hands back down along her body. Reaching the hem of Vicki's dress, he lifted it, exposing her garters and lacy underwear. He pressed himself against her. He kissed her neck. "Good Lord," Vicki thought as she gave out a low moan. She wanted him so badly, right here, right now. She grounded her pelvis into the sink. Aaron grasped her breasts and began to massage them, sending electric feelings through her body. "Oh, Aaron," she gasped. He spun her around and kissed her. Her lips parted and his tongue swirled in her mouth. She nibbled and tugged on his lips as her hands groped across his back. Aaron picked her up and placed her, seated, on the counter. She spread her legs wide, inviting him between them. He didn't hesitate and move between them. He kissed her neck, moving down as he quickly undid the buttons of her blouse. Suddenly Vicki pushed him back. "Aaron, stop," she said softly. "Wait." Aaron gave her a confused look. "Yes, I want you but not here, not like this," She pointed up and then put a finger to her lips. "Soon." Vicki poured 2 cups of hot strong tea and they headed for the parlor. They sat on the couch. She curled up next to Aaron, her legs under her, her head against his shoulder. Aaron put his arm around her. "I could stay this way forever," she said softly. "Vicki," Aaron said, "That's what I like to talk to you about." "Oh." Vicki swung around and faced him. "We, no I, need to talk." "All right, go ahead." Vicki could see by the look in his eyes that he was serious. "All I ever wanted to do was fly. That was all that matter. School came easy but I never really applied myself. Girls were easy come, easy go. I never got emotionally involved. I was having too much fun. Then the war came. I thought it was quite an opportunity for me. I would fly anything just as long as I could fly. Do you understand?" Vicki nodded, "I think so. Go on." "At first it was fun, flying a big B-17. Then I realized 9 other guys counted on me to get them there and back. It was my responsibility. Suddenly it wasn't fun and it was time to take things seriously." "Don't blame yourself for what happen." Vicki held both his hands. "From what I hear, you did all you could." "I don't but I think I have grown up since then. For the first time, I need to think about a future and be serious about it. Which brings up another problem, you." "Me? Why am I a problem?" "I never had a serious thought about any woman until I met you. Now you're all I think about. I know I'll never be able to fly again, at least not in this man's army and my future, well." "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Vicki straightened up. He took her hands and slipped the sapphire ring they bought in London off her hand. "I love you and if you will take a "future isn't so bright" damaged man for your husband..." Tears began to run down her face. "Oh, Love, it is I who is damage, not you. I married and lived with a man I didn't love for 4 years. Then when I found love I fought against the feelings. I really thought I never find love so I retreated inside. You changed all that. So yes, I will marry you." Aaron slipped the ring onto her left hand and for a moment they looked at each other. They kissed, not a kiss heated by passion but one guided by love. Vicki stood up and extended her hand. "Now, my love." In Vicki's bedroom, she walked over to the nightstand and turn on the lamp. It cast a soft light upon the room. Returning to Aaron, she began to remove his shirt as they kissed. Slowly she removed it and rubbed her hands on his skin. It had been a long time. Aaron undid her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. He lightly kissed her neck and her shoulders, taking small nibbles as he did. Vicki shook with excitement. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, causing to fall to the floor. He ran his hands over the silky fabric that covered her cheeks. There was no hurrying tonight. Even though it had been over 2 months and both had ridden an emotional roller coaster, they acted as if time didn't matter and they were the only two people in the world. Vicki reached down and then pulled her chemise over her head, causing her breasts to fall free. Her nipples were hard and erect, aching to be touched, kissed, and loved. She cupped each one and offered them to him. His whole being and senses were filled with her presence, her smell, her skin, her hair, her heart and soul. He began to gently kiss her. Her mouth, then her neck, her shoulders, slowly working to her breasts and nipples. While her kissing her, his hands were exploring the soft curves of her hips and legs. He moved his hands up to her breasts and started kissing his way down her body. Vicki reached her hands up and placed them over his, making him squeeze her breasts harder and roll her nipples between his fingers. Aaron's mouth reached her nipple and she moaned quietly. He moved from one breast to the other, sucking it fully into his mouth. With his fingers, he teased the other nipple, still wet from his mouth. She could feel the wetness grow between her legs as the feelings grew more intense. She undid his belt and pulled down his pants. She pushed him back on to the bed and dropped to her knees. She removed his pants and shorts. His cock was semi-erect and her hand moved towards it. Grasping it, she began to stroke it. She loved the feel of it and as it grew, she stroked it harder. Vicki bent over. She gasped as she saw it. There in the soft light, she could see the ugly slash upon his thigh. It was purple and red, angry looking. "Oh, my dear, look what they have done to you," she softly exclaimed. "Oh my love." She laid her head on his stomach and kissed him lightly. His erect cock nestled between her breasts. Aaron placed his hands under her arms and tried to lift her up. She pushed him away. "No, just lay back and let me do the work," she said. Vicki removed her panties and garters and climbed on to the bed. As she straddled him, he said, " Wait, the condoms are in my pants' pocket." "Not tonight, my love. I want nothing between us. I want to feel all of you." Vicki had made love to Robin for 4 years without ever using a condom. During that time, she never became pregnant, not even a false alarm. Now she wanted to express how much she loved Aaron by removing that last barrier. She wanted to feel all of him. Aaron had never made love to any girl without using a condom. He could have said no but he didn't. By not using one, it was removing more than a physical barrier; emotionally he was finally making love. She leaned down and planted a quick but firm kiss on his lips. Reaching down between her legs, she grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it along her wet opening. She pushed down. It slipped in easily and filled her completely. Vicki let out a low groan She moved back and forth never letting his cock leave her. Occasionally she stopped and grounded against his crotch; then resumed moving back and forth. She felt completely filled as she clenched around his cock. He placed his hands on her hips. "It feels too good," he moaned. She moved faster, pounding him almost in a frenzy. She looked directly into his face. His cock seemed to explode. He arched his back while pushing her hips down on to him. His head rolled and yelled, "Oh God, Vicki. Oh!" She felt his hot cum fill her up and spill out around his cock. To her own surprise, she came too. It was smooth and easy to take making it all the better. She fell on his chest. Aaron wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let her go even as his cock slipped out her and their mixed juices flowed on to the bed. Vicki squirmed against his body. He could feel her heart beating on his chest. He kissed her forehead and she sighed. "Vicki, I love you," he whispered into her ear. She smiled and sighed. It was a love that she knew was meant to be.

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(M self cum inflation) Travis got home from another hard day of work, his clothes clinging to him from sweat. The smithy was a demanding person and never took breaks... which meant his assistants also couldn't take breaks. Travis flipped through letters to see what was from friends and what was from bill collectors as he wandered slowly to the kitchen to get something to drink, but glancing past his handful of envelopes he spotted something even more interesting and immediately put them all down on the counter. The alchemy distiller he had set up by the sink was done blending the last potion! The tube made a slight hiss from pressure equalizing as he popped the vial off the end of the device. Travis has been waiting for this for a week and a half! It took some time to brew the two potions he wanted, but they are both ready now! Work kept him too busy to really go out and find a girlfriend, and often too busy or tired to go out with a girlfriend if he already had one anyway. So he decided to have a little fun on his own, and made two potions to help. The potion he just finished brewing is actually meant for the exact opposite effect- it keeps people from having too much 'fun'. The murky blue contents of the vial are meant to prevent ejaculation; it is a chastity potion. The crystal clear pink potion he already brewed is a pleasure enhancer, meant to enhance pleasure without burning out or damaging the nerves, but also explosive orgasms; it converts ambient energy and clones the fluid already produced by the body. So, what is the point in having both, you may ask? They have the exact opposite effects of one another, they would just cancel each other out you may think. What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable object? Travis predicted that both could still function without directly interfering. The enhancer will cause his pleasure to spike fast and high which would normally cause orgasm quickly... except the chastity potion won't allow it. It prevents orgasm, it doesn't hinder pleasure. It should force-edge him and allow the pleasure to go on for some time, till eventually the fluid multiplication of the pleasure potion simply forces ejaculation from lack of space. Balls make sperm but their capacity to actually store any is rather limited after all- they are living cells, their life span isn't long enough to have them just standing around already not doing anything. Travis went to the bedroom with both vials and drank them as he got undressed- just tossing his clothes to the floor for now, they needed to be washed anyway. He put the empty vials on the nightstand and propped himself up at the head of the bed, grabbing his shaft as he looked up at the lewd painting he had hung over his bedroom door, hidden out of view of any guests he might have over but in plain sight for him. He shivered at a subtle and fast-moving tingling through his body from the potions; he could feel the point of origin of the tingle change as the potion trickled its way down to his actual stomach. Slowly but surely he became more sensitive... not just his dick but his entire body! Pleasure receptors became more perceptive but his pain receptors remained unchanged. Normally when a person becomes more sensitive they are more susceptible to being hurt, but that isn't the case here. It is like turning the resolution of an image up- he could feel things in higher detail, becoming aware of very subtle sensations his mind would have normally tuned out. When working his shaft he could feel the spring of the fatter veins in the shaft as his hand pulls them down and then they pop out under his grip to spring back into place before his hand makes the return trip up. The subtle bumps on his corona as his index and thumb gently bump the glans- the pleasure from them more raw than the rest of the phallus, so his touch doesn't linger there for long. The veins throb and fatten as the skin is made to stretch larger. The pulses cause the dick to twitch and the glans start to purple, swelling up so tight the skin texture is pulled entirely smooth. Travis felt himself approaching orgasm not too far in, and instinctively tried to slow down even though his chastity potion should prevent him from needing to. The painting above his door is a lewd one- a literal depiction of a 'love triangle'. One woman lying on her back, another propped up on her face and another doing a sort of hand-stand between them; three women eating each other out, forming a triangle with their bodies. Travis' balls rocked up against his groin and his pleasure reached toward orgasm- this time he kept going at a steady pace, putting his faith in his miss-matched potions. The pleasure spiked but held; sure enough he was at orgasmic pleasure but not actually having one. His hips twitched involuntarily and he unconsciously curled his back a bit, lifting his head and shoulders off the bed and pumping his shaft quickly but with a light grip. The veins in his cock fattened even more, turning the whole shaft a diffused red like he was using a tight cock ring! His body engorges the phallus like this every time he climaxes but normally that only lasts a second or two, its holding the pose this time. His glans almost itched from the internal blood pressure, turning it a deep violet! His glans were so rock-hard and impossibly tight and engorged that it is bigger than he has ever seen it. He bopped his hand against the bottom of it repeatedly, just making small rapid motions under it on the latter half of his cock only- his hand could press quite firmly up onto the corona without being able to bend it. His urethra seemed to yawn open on its own- its own bulge on the underside of the shaft was unusually massive as well, as if trying and failing to fire a load through it. The opening was as wide as a pencil! His balls shimmied back and forth, grinding against his pelvic floor in preparation of release like two dogs at the front door of a house, but no one was opening the door. Travis was running out of breath from going at his groin for so long, his body clenching in anticipation for so long his muscles were near cramping. He felt a mighty throb deep within his hips and an explosion of pleasure that could only be his prostate reaching critical mass, firing down the fluid to be mixed with the sperm. His balls finally relaxed a bit then tightened again rhythmically as they contributed to the massive load, and then... a pressure, no release. He felt an odd internal pressure which also felt good, but in a way he has never felt before. He also suddenly felt really pent up. Travis stopped pistoning his shaft to catch his breath and rest a bit- his arm starting to get sore at this point too. It is okay- the potions don't wear off for a good time, so as long as he still has the energy too, he can work himself back up to another orgasm. Heck thanks to the fluid multiplication portion of the concoction he doesn't even have to worry about dehydrating himself from cumming too much. Although... he doesn't seem to have cum at all this time. Once he rested for a few minutes and caught his breath- Travis sat upright and took his shaft again but this time examining himself. His penis was softened down, but still fully erect; it just did not look like it was about to explode from blood pressure anymore. What caught his eye was his balls! They looked almost twice the size they were before! Formerly the size of chicken eggs, his balls were bigger than a baseball and maybe a hair smaller than a softball, each. His normally pretty loose scrotum was now full! Huh... so the chastity potion still kept it in, but he DID technically orgasm... it just never left his body. It backfired into the nearest place that could expand to store it- his balls. He cupped his nuts and hummed in pleasure. The weight and size felt so good filling the space between his legs. Travis immediately flopped back with his cock in hand and started to masturbate again, this time focusing only on the feeling of his now large balls to get himself off. Like last time the pleasure raised quickly, but unlike last time he felt his balls clench and his dick throbbed frantically- climaxing! Travis could actually hear the gurgle as his balls inflating even bigger! His urethra flexed like an open maw as if firing off a load even though nothing was coming out, and his balls surged larger with every throb! The two balls grew slightly off-beat from one another but ultimately ended up the same size. Now each testicle was almost as big as an ostrich egg- big enough around that either nut could eclipse his entire face! Testicles are entirely muscles and tubes- and now felt like a muscle in permanent state of unending flex. Hard as stone even though they were still contained in silky soft layers of skin. Either oblong orb was too large to fit into a single hand! His scrotum had no empty space even when fully relaxed, with only enough give to allow his balls to bounce around still. Even when Travis let go of his penis and let the pleasure die down, his shaft still bobbed like it was trying to release something, it still felt like he was teetering on the edge of a release. So pent up, to dizzyingly aroused and needy; an ocean of cum slamming against the magical barrier with crushing force. He needed to cum so badly, surely another orgasm would be enough to tip the scale... right? He can't just balloon out forever, at some point the pressure will be too much and it will come out in spite of the chastity potion's efforts. This is already more than he had expected it to be able to do. Though, he has not had the alchemy brewing stand for too long, and has not had time to experiment much with the potency of the brews. Travis had to spread his legs to give his balls enough room to actually sit between them now, and went to working his shaft again. His shaft never really stopped bucking, and his veins were still enormously fat, so it again did not take very long for him to reach a powerful climax... at least, in terms of sensation. Nothing came out, still. He groaned long and could hear a tight, muffled squelching sound from inside of his balls as they started to fill even further! They were not meant to be storage tanks! The veins looked darker on his scrotum now as the naturally wrinkled flesh started to pull tight, exposing the veins on the surface more. Each testicle popped up over his legs even though they were spread! They inflated to the size of a basketball each!! Now Travis is nervous. Normally they could never get this big- they cannot possibly hold anywhere near this much, but the chastity potion is forcing them to be able to- using the magical side of its makeup to distort his body's natural function. So... if he cums again, will it finally be enough to ejaculate... or will he just make himself even larger? He loves the pleasure, and the feeling seems to be impossibly growing better with every orgasm, but rather than feel emptied out and satisfied after he just multiplies his need and becomes more desperate for release. Travis has an inner struggle with himself trying to decide what to do, try to ejaculate still and put faith in his original idea, or cut his losses and just wait till the potions effects end after seven or so hours. He groaned at himself again. Seven hours with this pressure throbbing at the base of his cock to get out would drive him insane. He stands up to walk to the bathroom and splash some water on his face to try and clear his thoughts. His balls rock back and forth off his inner thighs as he walks, since they cannot possibly fit between his legs. Their weight tugging at his crotch causes all the muscles in his groin to clench. He starts panting and needs to lean against the wall as his walk slows to barely moving at all. The thing with being so massively engorged is... all the nerves are pulled thin. They are both stretched further out, but the tissue the nerves are inside of is pulled thin, putting the nerves as close to the surface as they can possibly get, making it that much easier to pleasure himself. And since his pleasure can go up but not release- that makes it increasingly easier to set himself off too, regardless of pleasure levels, in spite of technically already having climaxed several times. Travis paused his walking, shuddering a moment before bucking his hip forward abruptly and his legs trembled! Both he and his balls groaned at equal volume as they once again started to inflate with more cum! They felt SO tight, and the growth this time was more subtle... they are indeed running out of room- or at least they are trying to inflate faster than the skin can stretch. The balls themselves have a higher liquid mass in their tissue than the surface skin, so while they can stretch fairly easily- the surface skin is drier and requires more time to stretch properly. It felt like he had a pair of medicine balls attached to him! The scrotum was pulled too tight for it to swing around so the weight did not yank on his groin, but because they are filled entirely with dense liquid; they are VERY heavy. Even his taint expanded into a bloated tube behind his nuts from backed up fluid. He then felt a powerful pleasure from much deeper within and he squirmed so much from it that he nearly fell to the floor in spite of being leaned against the wall! Oh no- it still can't get out, but since his balls are much harder to expand, it caused the fluid to start backing up even deeper inside... his prostate is now blimping up with backfired liquid! Travis was doing short bows- folded in half and gasping for breath between desperate moans! Inflating his prostate backwards was causing powerful waves of pleasure which was causing his pleasure state to rise even as the frantic twitching and pumping from his last orgasm tapered off... and renewed the entire thing. He hit his next orgasm before the last one even had a chance to completely finish! His balls were still growing, but slowly now because now they REALLY had to work to stretch. They are large enough around to now cover his knees, in spite of being firmly pressed into his groin as well, so their length is greater than his thighs. The pleasure started to slow as his prostate also started to struggle to engorge any larger, and finally the constant pleasure stopped. Now it only throbbed on occasion; infrequent enough at least that he was not auto-climaxing. Travis made some stuttered movements, trying to get to the bathroom, but every tiny movement he made caused pleasure. His glans were permanently violet now and the veins around his shaft so fat that his dick almost looked lumpy. He finally made it to the bathroom, taking micro-steps dragging his feet on the carpet of the hall, because taking a full step might risk setting himself off. Travis could barely think- the need for release was so dizzying that his brain felt like it was drowning in cum too. His body's instincts were screaming at him to release, while his muted conscious mind was trying to rationalize that he probably can't. The pleasure potion doesn't affect the strength of ejaculation just the amount of pleasure and amount of fluid- while the chastity potion directly affects ejaculation by stopping it entirely. Both potions were indeed still active like he expected; they did not cancel one another, but they also are not interacting with one another like he had hoped. As much as he wanted release, and his mind kept telling him maybe one more will finally do it... it is more likely one more won't do anything but make it even worse, and it is already bad. He groaned and shuffled up to the sink to try and splash some water on his face and cool himself off a bit but shuddered and froze up a moment. His balls reached the cabinet below the sink before he could reach the sink. Pressing on them suddenly like that caused the pressure to shove up against the base of his urethra, threatening to force the fluid up and out finally but unable to. It also forced some of the pressure back, stretching the walls of his prostate and causing a pleasure burst. He carefully rest his engorged balls against the cabinet and leaned far over to get to the sink without crushing his nuts in the process. The touch against his tight scrotum felt so good though, and he unintentionally thrust forward, grinding his balls against it and as soon as his purpled glans press into it he bends even further forward, grabbing the sides of the sink for support as he orgasms again! His prostate tingles with pressure, his balls slowly start to grow more, his urethra makes a quiet *smeck* sound as it opens itself trying to release anything at all. Travis's eyes open wide and he cries out in worried surprise as he feels an explosion of fluid inside of himself! He immediately feels the need to go to the bathroom so he knows right away what must have happened- his prostate overflowed... backwards, into his bladder. He needs to pee because his bladder is filling with cum! Wait, that is it! The potion doesn't prevent him from going to the bathroom! Still cumming into his own bladder, he leans heavily on the edge of the sink for support and shuffles his body to the side to aim his dick at the toilet- he can just piss his cum out... or so he thought- nothing happens. He started to feel like he needed to go worse and worse- now a growing need to pee on top of his overwhelming need to cum. Problem is, the urethra is used for both of those things, and it can't do both. Barring your bladder hitting critical mass- sex overrides the need to use the bathroom, shutting down the pathway to the bladder to instead re-route to the prostate. Also it is still cum, so it may not have worked regardless- the potion still regards it as ejaculate and holds it back from any route of escape. He unintentionally jacked his dick several times after peeing failed just on instinctive reflex and had to pull his hand back. He could feel his bladder swelling larger and fuller, needing release but unable to. At least the feeling was less sharp than needing to pee- well, actual pee- since the acidity level isn't even remotely close. His balls were now like mid-sized beach balls, eclipsing most of his legs even though he is fully standing, and held so tightly in the scrotum which is blushing pink, and the veins in its surface almost look black in contrast. The other problem is that the amount of fluid keeps going up- it multiplies what his balls produce, but his testicle's capacity keeps being forced bigger, which means the potion has more fluid to multiply. His ball's growth is slow now but still increasing each time, and thus so is the amount he cums with each climax. Luckily it only multiplies what is in the immediate area of the testicles- not the rest of the backup. Well, now Travis is afraid to move. He stands perfectly still for some time trying to think of his situation through his need-clouded mind. He kept unconsciously clenching the muscles in his groin to prevent himself from pissing by accident before reminding himself with his conscious mind that it did not matter, nothing will come out regardless, there is no point in trying to hold it in. He slowly started to shuffle his way out of the bathroom again to get back to bed. He needs to not move and get his mind off this as best he can- sleep seems the only viable option to do those things. But as he shuffled his pleasure built in tickling jolts, even tiny movements now caused it. There is so much fluid in him that when he moves the liquid rocks back and forth, and the waves of liquid are petting his insides with their movement, which causes his pleasure to build! He barely got out of the bathroom before clenching the doorframe tightly on either side to hold himself up as his body shuddered and he had another orgasm! His bladder tingled with pressure, already full to capacity with nowhere to go. Or nowhere it is supposed to be able to go anyway. Travis gasped and then let out a massive belch as air was forced up out of his guts by a massive burst of cum, erupting from his bladder backwards into his stomach!! The sudden movement inside of his stomach made him feel queezy. He kept releasing small burps as gasses from his stomach were forced out of the way to make room. His stomach acid was quickly diffused into the growing pool of cum. Travis's burps even smell of his cum! It felt too good to resist though- it was a sort of release, he is... sort-of ejaculating. Just... backwards, and into himself. He started to feel full! His gut started to push out, and then he felt overfull, groaning and holding his poor gut. It was SO heavy. It felt like his body weight had tripled in the last while from liquid mass- and it likely has. His feet pressed hard into the floor under him, not accustomed to carrying so much. He could actually feel the burbling, churning liquid rise up in his stomach toward its top, almost like a bubble of gas working its way up and out. The moment he felt it touch his esophagus from the bottom he tried to wretch! He can vomit cum out! No. No he cannot. Nothing came out. It is still regarded as ejaculate by the potion. It doesn't matter what end it arrives at- it cannot leave his body. The pressure was too much for it to move down when he swallows, but the potion too strong for it to move up when he tries to vomit, so it is trapped in place. Still shuddering as the last orgasm died down, he tried desperately to get to his bedroom but immediately tripped! He had not been paying attention to the size of his balls increasing- they are now large enough to rest against the floor, which means they overlapped his feet. As soon as he tried to take a step his foot was caught on his own testicle and tripped him, causing him to fold over forward and slump down- and for a moment unfortunately rest the weight of his upper body against his balls via his hands on top of them. The sudden pressure against them immediately rippled through all the liquid clogging his body, firing back through him and causing another explosive orgasm, still a bit bigger than even the last one! Travis leaned back, watching his balls rise higher, now resting on the floor but their tops still high enough to eclipse his chest when he is on his knees! His gut also started to swell outward now rapidly- because his stomach was already filled to the top! The fluid rose up into his chest almost reaching the back of his throat before stopping abruptly and holding fast, as if having hit an invisible wall. At least it didn't rise high enough to block his breathing. Travis' mouth hung open and he forced himself to gag several times but nothing came of it. The cum was so close to his mouth he could practically taste it, and it was absolutely bizarre to have something that high up in his throat but not have it come up and out, nor sink any lower, or choke him. He felt an unusual heat building and looked down in awe as he realized his thighs were slowly getting larger along with his stomach and balls! That shouldn't even be possible! There is nothing in his thighs to store any fluids! Oh, except his blood vessels and arteries of course. Which feed nutrients to his muscles and skin... which are now also being stuffed with cum. Oh no... ignoring biological functionality entirely- the chastity potion is MAKING room for cum, no matter what. His entire body is slowly becoming more cum than man! It is treating him like a living condom! It is going to inflate every last inch of his body if it has to, to make sure no cum can escape, but the other potion keeps demanding more pleasure and more cum! Causing his muscles and organ tissue to inflate is gently applying pressure to all his internals too- which again triggers orgasms! The orgasms cause him to shudder and clench, and gently thrust his hips on reflex... which causes the liquid inside of him to ripple and slosh, which pets his insides with its gentle hot waves, and causes more orgasms! He is practically in a state of self-perpetuating climax! His nerves are stretched so thin, and so easily played with that his own body is triggering its own orgasms without his conscious input whatsoever. His thighs swelled massively, becoming softer and rounder, then started to firm as the skin was stretched to capacity. His ass ballooned out, and then his lower legs started to grow too. Being a very heavy fluid, it naturally sunk as low into his body as possible. His toes became fat spheres on the ends of his now chubby feet. The pressure was forcing his legs to stretch out straight or risk cutting off the flow of blood too... except now the flow of blood was also tainting more of his body with cum. He could not flop forward or he would be resting on his own nuts, so he had to flop to his side and then roll onto his back. The moment he hit his side; Travis could feel the ripple through his entire body like he was made of jelly! His pleasure spiked and his hips thrust forward into another massive orgasm, and he rolled onto his back. Rolling to his back yanked the weight of his tremendous growing balls up off the floor and onto his lap because the scrotum didn't have enough slack to allow them to sit beside him. He quickly moved his legs out to the sides as far as he could to try and allow them room. All it did was allow most of their weight to sit on the floor between his legs- their sides still completely enveloped his swollen legs. His legs were starting to become cone shaped, and his ass was so big and firm from being inflated with cum that it forced his legs to be slightly bent so his ass could squish downward against the floor, or put his lower back at a painful angle. Travis moaned and panted, and started to gently rock back and forth on his increasingly bloated, liquid mass. He can't do it... he cannot stop cumming! It feels so good, and no matter what he tries to do it just keeps coming anyway- so there is no point. Why resist when you are guaranteed to fail and you enjoy it anyway? He decided to just lean into it, grab his dick and rock his liquid-packed nuts on the carpeted floor and just enjoy it turning him into a cum balloon. After about seven hours the potions should wear off and he will explode hot goo from every orifice he has and be able to shrink back down anyway, so why bother fighting it now? Not only was touching his dick incredibly pleasurable, but the ripples it sent into his body from where his fist met his inflated groin. The veins on his cock bloated inhumanly fat, but their violet coloration grew more pale... cum tainted the blood. That is a new meaning to the term white blood cells. His cock started to get fatter at its mid-point, inflating it at first to the proportions of a football. Then the glans engorged beyond what was normally physically possible, becoming a giant bell shape- almost too heavy for the shaft to support, but then the shaft started to stretch longer as well. The penis is already naturally meant to expand with fluid- so it is even easier to inflate than any other body part. It became as thick as a beer can and as long as his forearm, then as thick as his thighs used to be and as long as his entire arm! It was far too big for his hands to possibly cover much or hold all the way around, but it did not matter. He could feel the liquid mass sloshing up and down with the motions of his hand, sending ripples through its entire length regardless. The enormously inflated glans were as big as his actual head! The red and violet coloration faded away though in spite of it being more engorged than ever- because now it was fed by inverted cum. It is feeding off its own produce, growing larger and needier, a monolithic idol of his obscene levels of desire. Travis pants, breathing so hard and grunting like a crazed animal, absolutely consumed in his debilitating need to release. His need to cum- heck his need to go to the bathroom from either end and unable to- because all it is, is more cum. It was pushing, trying to erupt from every hole he has but could not escape any, not so much as a drop made it out. His entire body made muffled sloshing and gurgling sounds the further up the inflation went, and tight, quiet squelching sounds from his lower body where it struggled to find more room. His legs were so enormously inflated he could no longer bend them- they were held straight by liquid pressure so he could not possibly stand up again even if he somehow summoned the will power to stop touching himself. He watched as his fingers became chubby, the inflating moving up through his arms. His stomach was so big it obscured his vision of his enormously engorged cock except for the tremendously huge mushroom head peeking over. The urethral opening was agape and undulating, trying its hardest to force out the contents but nothing came. Soon his gut became so huge it was too firm for him to bend his torso and it forced him down flat- he could only reach the base of his dick. Then his arms started to become so round with cum that his joints started to get yanked straight by pressure and he could not touch his dick at all anymore! Not that it really mattered- he will cum regardless now. The movement and pressure created from one orgasm creates the next orgasm. Each one creates a bit more cum than the last, and each one makes it easier to trigger the next- till there is nothing to define one orgasm from the other. It is just one without end. An endless deluge of hot, thick liquid rocking his body like a boat on the ocean. His balls never stopped expanding, always getting a little bit bigger- growing at a very slow rate, but steadily even still. Now each testicle so big around that you could have fit his entire former body size inside of either nut. Travis' body was forced into a sort of T-pose by liquid pressure and even the veins and neck itself bloated massively. Then even the soft tissue around his head started to inflate, making his face plump looking, then his lips became huge. Even the tongue in his mouth became swollen! He could TASTE his cum in his mouth, even though there was none in his mouth itself- his tongue was saturated with it so it had seethed into the taste buds from the INSIDE. "F-f... f-f-uuuhhhck. Hhhow... how muuuch...?" His vision started to become blurry and... milky? Oh god, cum mixing with the fluid mass of his EYES?! He started to rise up off the floor, from his body becoming rounder. Even his back was inflated at this point. His arms and legs started to become wider and wider cones- his fingers and toes nothing more than plump bubbles on the ends! His involuntary thrusts and squirming caused his body to groan like strained leather. Then his heart jumped at that thought. Oh no. The potions keep him cumming and keep the cum in. There is no effect to allow his body to stretch. He HAS been stretching because cum is literally forcing its way between his normal cells, making him a higher percentage of fluid mass- which can obviously stretch a lot easier. At some point he becomes too much fluid to hold a shape, and pops! There is no potion effect to hold his BODY together! Realizing he is running out of room everywhere, Travis thrashes around the best he can in a panic but that only sends sharp bursts of pleasure through his form and reminds him that he cannot stop. He can't even feel his bones anymore when he moves... have they become so saturated that his skeleton itself has become cum? The stretching sounds become louder, he becomes bigger, and his body becomes more and more pale. Even his dick was stretched into a cone shape now from over inflation! His arms and legs just bubbles on his sides, his body a giant sphere! His neck was stretched out into obscurity and his face was to inflated his cheeks and lips no longer allowed him to actually open his mouth. His moans were just a muffled humming down behind swollen lips. His dick now as thick as his torso used to be and shaped like a fat mushroom. His balls are each almost as big as his tremendously round body. His limbs swallowed almost entirely into his rounding form to the point of not even being recognizable as anything, and even his head was starting to join the sphere of his form, forcing him to look up away from himself since his neck was yanked flat with the growing curve already. His body groaned and gurgled with the churning fluid. More and more of it was cum, less and less of it was Travis. He became even more pale, almost white. Almost cum. He wanted to ejaculate sooo bad, so desperately that he could cry cum- but the potion wouldn't allow even that much release. His body started to undulate as it frantically orgasmed and tried to make more cum but had no room left anywhere to put it. His potions had turned his entire existence into an orgasm! The pressure throbbed aggressively, yanking him as tight as he could go, causing the last few cells of his body to groan like the floorboards of an old house before being stretched into obscurity! He turned solid white and his mass tightened a moment with the onslaught of a gigantic final orgasm before he literally exploded! With a mightly *bloosh* a tidal wave of cum erupted at high pressure in all directions, absolutely painting the entire length of the hallway with two inches of cum, including up the walls and across the roof! Fiiiiiiinally... release. That felt... so, unbelievably good. Wait, how did it feel like anything at all? He should be dead. But if he is dead, how is he thinking to know that he should be dead? Travis tried to open his eyes, and did. He looked around but only seen white. The white goo was so concentrated that it painted whatever surface it touched and did not swiftly run off. His point of view was... the floor? Was he tiny now? His perspective was barely over the level of cum pooled on the floor. He tried to stand up and then did... without using his arms, he just rose up off the floor? He tried to lift an arm and looked down before he could, and realized what happened to him. The potions effects were still working for several hours. It will absolutely not let the cum leave him, no matter what- even if he has no body. Travis literally IS his cum! The semen is being magically bound to his soul. When he wills part of his body to move, it forms out of the cum and moves with him. He can will other shapes onto himself as well- still head in the clouds he practices this by moving all the excess cum mass entirely into his cock, making it long enough to penetrate the entire hallway. Thanks to the potions he had reverse-ejaculated enough spunk to make three or four bodies for himself out of, so he can either be one giant version of himself or have a ton of leftovers for other modifications. This means he is also theoretically immortal. As long as he keeps drinking the chastity potions to keep himself tethered to the fluid he cannot die from any conventional means- if you stab him with a sword it will just pass through him without doing anything at all. He chuckled and shook his head at the absurdity of the situation. Well, this is not at all what he was expecting. He cannot deny the results though- a new more... fluid body, and the longest edged orgasm his mind could handle followed by a literally explosive orgasm. The brewing stand was a good investment... he should try mixing more.

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Title: Silent Hill - New Begin Kapitel 1 by Mathwe Tags: Dragon, German Language, No-Yiff, Wolf Am Ende von vermutlich jeden Kapitel kann man auswählen wie es weitergehen soll, also ein Kommentar lohnt sich. Silent Hill ist Eigentum von Konami Alle anderen Charakter die nichts mit Silent Hill zu tun haben sind Eigentum von mir. Silent Hill New Begin Kapitel 1: Alptraum „Wo bin ich hier gelandet? Alles ist so rostig hier." sagte ein weißer Anthro Wolf, an seinen rechten Auge war gut erkennbar eine Narbe, von einer Magie die er nicht beherrschen konnte. In sein linken Pfotenballen war ein Pentragramm Zeichen und in seinen rechten Pfotenballen ein Ying und Yang zeichen. Seine Augen waren gelb und er hatte langes blondes Haar was bis zu sein Hintern reichte. Der Wolf schaute sich genau um, dabei stellte er fest das er sich wohl in einer alten Fabrik befand oder so was ähnliches. „Wie bin ich hier her gekommen? Was geht hier vor und wo sind meine Waffen?" Er strich sich mit seiner Pfote über seinen Körper und fing langsam an zu zittern als er vor sich eine Blutlache sah die sich tief durch das Gebäude zog. Der Wolf überlegte eine Weile bevor er sich an die Brust fasste und langsam der Spur folgte. Er stütze sich immer wieder an den verrosteten Maschinen ab und schaute immer wieder um die Ecken bevor er weiter ging, wer weiß was hier auf ihn lauerte. Mit jeden Schritt den er tat fing er mehr an zu zittern und ein ungutes Gefühl machte sich langsam in ihn breit. Als er der Spur eine Weile gefolgt war fand er auf einmal einen Lederfetzen vor der anscheinend von einer Lederjacke war. Als er den Fetzen berührte sah er auf einmal eine Szene aus seiner Vergangenheit. „Ich liebe dich Xan" sagte der Wolf zu einen roten Anthro Drachen der immer in gleichen Abstand Schwarze Streifen auf seinen Körper hatte. „Ich weiß aber noch kann ich diese Liebe nicht erwidern" der Drache wollte gerade aufstehen als der Wolf ihn wieder heranzog und sich von hinten umarmte . „Ich weiß lass dir ruhig Zeit. Ich bin selbst noch nicht über Voltros hinweg, obwohl sein Tod solange schon zurück liegt." Der Wolf fasste sich an seinen Kopf und lehnte sich an eine der Maschienen „Ah verdammt was war das?" Als er sich langsam erholte von den was er sah, folgte er erneut der Spur. Diese führte ihn in einen Innenhof an dessen ende er ein weiteren Gebäude Komplex sehen konnte. Als er sich auf den Innenhof umsehen wollte merkte er das überall dichter Nebel war und er selbst nicht sehr weit sehen konnte. Als er in der Mitte des Hofes war fand er eine zerbrochene Klinge vor und fiel nach hinten auf sein Rücken. „W...was wie kommt diese Klinge hier her? Sie gehörte Voltros aber dieser ist Tod und die Klinge hab ich mit ihn vergraben." Als er die Klinge aufheben wollte passierte das selbe wie zuvor mit den Lederfetzen. „Also wenn das nicht mein Partner ist, willst du mich etwa aufhalten?" wieder stand ein rötlicher Drache vor ihn, der fast so aussah wie Xan und eine Klinge auf den Wolf richtete. „Voltros das böse ist zu stark in dir es gibt keinen anderen Weg. Bitte verzeih mir irgendwann." Er umklammerte seine Klinge fest und stürmte auf Voltros los, dieser Schlug nach den Wolf, jedoch wich dieser durch ein gekonnten Sprung aus und ließ seine Klinge auf den Drachen niedersausen. Voltros hielt seine Klinge schützend vor sich, aber die Kraft die der Wolf in den Angriff legte ließ die Klinge in zwei Teile bersten und nur kurz danach spritzte das Blut des Drachens über das weiße Fell des Wolfes. Als der Wolf wieder erwachte zitterte am ganzen Körper und sank auf den steinigen Boden des Innenhofes. „Verdammt, wieso seh ich das alles wieder, warum müssen diese Schmerzhaften Erinnerungen wiederkehren?" Der Wolf legte seine Pfote ins Gesicht und fing laut an zu weinen. Die Tränen liefen über seine Pfoten zu seinen Ellenbogen und tropften von dort auf den Boden. Aus den zweiten Gebäude waren auf einmal laute Schmerzensschreie zu hören aber auch Hilfe rufe. „Mathwe, Hilf mir...schnell" Der Wolf stürmte sofort los, aber als er im Gebäude ankam verstummte alles und er fasste sich an seinen Kopf. „Werde ich langsam verrückt? Ich habe doch eben deutlich Xans Stimme gehört." Mathwe folgte wieder der Spur, diese endete aber abrupt in einen größeren Raum wo nur an den Seiten Maschinen standen. Als er sich genauer in den Raum umschaute fand er ein Halsband und überlegte kurz. „Vielleicht finde ich dadurch Antworten" Als er das Halsband wieder aufhob fand er sich erneut in einer Szene aus der Vergangenheit wieder. „Was soll das den heißen du kannst nicht mehr mein Pet sein Xan?" Der Wolf knurrte den Drachen an, verlor dabei aber auch einige Tränen. „Es tut mir Leid Meister, aber ich kann es nicht mehr sein.Ich hab jemand neues gefunden und erlaubt mir das nicht." Xan wollte Mathwe das Halsband wieder geben doch er lehnte ab und lächelte etwas „Behalte das Halsband, ich hoffe du wirst glücklich mit ihm." Als der Wolf langsam zu sich kam tropfte auf sein Fell immer wieder Blut, er schaute sofort an die Decke und erstarrte fast vor Angst. Ãber ihn hing ein riesiges Pentagramm aus Eisen, an dieses war Xan mit Stacheldraht gekettet und man sah deutlich das sein Bauch aufgeschlitzt war. „Hallo Mathwe, wie gefällt dir das?" Mathwe drehte sich sofort erschrocken um und starrte dabei in die Augen seines toten Partner Voltros. „V...Voltros...was geht hier vor?" Der Wolf zitterte überall vor Angst, der Schweiß durchnässte sein Fell und er starrte dabei immer wieder zwischen Xan und Voltros hin und her. „Wie fühlt sich das an? Die wichtigste Person in seinen Leben zweimal zu verlieren? Ich war es der Xan so zugerichtet hat." Voltros verschwand vor Mathwes Augen und erschien nun direkt über Xan. „Los sag mir, wie fühlt sich der Schmerz an?" Der rote Drache durchbohrte nacheinander eine Pranke nach der anderen von Xan mit seiner Klinge. „Hilf...mir....Mat" Xan schrie immer wieder vor Schmerzen auf und verlor Unmengen von Blut die auf den Boden eine riesige Lache aus Blut bildete. „HÃ-R AUF VOLTROS! ER HAT DIR NICHTS GETAN." Mathwe kniete gelähmt auf den Boden und starrte zu Voltros und Xan hinauf, in sein Augen spiegelte sich die pure Angst wieder. Mit einen letzten Stoß rammte Voltros seine Klinge durch die Kehle des anderen Drachen und löste den Stacheldraht wodurch Xan auf den Boden aufschlug. „Spüre den Schmerz, Versinke in Trauer!" Nach diesen Worten verschwand Voltros und der Wolf ging hinüber zu den leblosen Körper von Xan und hielt ihn weinend in den Pfoten. „Wieso passiert das alles? Wieso konnte ich wieder nicht die wichtigste Person für mich retten?" Der Wolf starrte an die Decke und jaulte laut auf. „Es tut mir Leid Xan" Dabei merkte Mathwe nicht das hinter ihn jemand stand und nur kurze Augenblicke später durchbohrte eine riesige Klinge den Körper von ihn und den Drachen. Der Wolf riss seine Augen auf und lag Schweiß über badet in seinen Bett. „War das alles nur ein Traum?" Er schaute seinen Körper aber er fand keinerlei Wunden oder anderes vor und richtete sich langsam auf. Dabei erblickte er die gegenüberliegende Wand und atmete mit einen mal schwer, den an der anderen Wand stand mit Blut geschrieben „Alles wird Enden". 1.)Mathwe geh ins Krankenhaus 2.)Mathwe geht zu Polizei 3.)Mathwe besucht Xan

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Title: Housewives Tags: shemale, tranny, revenge, anal sex, voyeur, cum eating, cum kisses, blow job, cunnilingus, group Contrary to her name, Sandy had long, brunette hair. She was a little over 5 feet tall, and very skinny and petite. She lived in a pretty normal neighborhood, filled with traditional families with traditional parents and usually around 2 or 3 kids. There were a few singles in the neighborhood like her, but only a few. The moms in the neighborhood were pretty cool, and she would hang out with them a lot. They didn't try to set her up with their friends, or treat her differently in any other way; to them, she was just one of the girls. There was just one thing about her that wasn't so well known: she had a penis. She grew up as a boy, but thanks to a growth stunt she never really matured into a masculine frame. She ended up being friends with a lot the girls throughout school, but not really any of the guys. When she graduated from high school and moved out of her parents' house, she ended up moving in with a couple of the girls that she graduated with. It was because of them that she decided to become a woman, but that's another story for another time. In college she studied computer science, and when she graduated she ended up getting a telecommuting job as a software engineer. It paid well enough that it wasn't long before she started looking for a house. When she moved in she started running into neighbors at the local grocery store. Before long she had a few close girlfriends to go shopping with, go to the movies, go to the spa, and so on. Once again she was one of the girls. One of her best friends was her next door neighbor Nancy. Her husband was a construction worker and her kids were in school, so while they were out during the day she was often over at Sandy's place. Sandy worked from home a lot, and Nancy respected that. They would sit on the couch, Sandy with her notebook and Nancy with a book, or needlework, or something else to pass the time. They'd have lunch together and gossip about things, but Sandy did notice that while the conversation often centered around boys that she had been dating, Nancy's husband was never brought up. Then again, Sandy also didn't talk about the girls that she dated, but that was mostly because she didn't think that Nancy wanted to be involved in that part of her world. So far as she knew, Sandy was a single, heterosexual woman. One morning as Sandy was making coffee, she heard some muffled shouts from next door. They ended with tire screeches, which were followed by a knock at her door. She opened it and Nancy almost fell into her, sobbing. Sandy led her over to the couch and let her cry into her for a minute as she patted her back and tried to soothe her. "Gary is such an asshole!" she finally said as the sobs began to subside. Sandy got her a coffee, and as they sat and sipped, Nancy finally let Sandy in on her relationship with her husband. Sandy didn't know what kind of man he used to be, but it was immediately clear that that man had been replaced with a domineering tyrant who was drinking more and more at night, and waking up with worse and worse hangovers. They had been fighting a lot lately, and he was starting to scare her pretty badly. Eventually she broke down again, and once again Sandy found herself holding her as Nancy cried into her shoulder. Sandy was a little in shock; Nancy had always seemed so happy, but she was starting to suspect that she had been hiding a lot for a while. Sandy could understand why. It's not easy to admit that you're in a bad relationship, especially when you had been married to the person for so long. She was glad that Nancy felt that she could confide in her, and she wanted to do whatever she could to help her out. After several minutes Nancy settled down again, and pulling away from Sandy slightly she looked into her face through a curtain of tears and a grateful smile. Then Nancy did something that completely surprised Sandy. She leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Sandy was floored. What was that all about? Suddenly, seeming to realize what she was doing, Nancy pulled away in horror. "Oh Sandy, I'm so sorry! I don't... I don't know what..." Her face was now a mix of shock, horror, and embarrassment. Sandy could see how frightened Nancy was that she had just screwed up things with her too. There was only one thing to do: Sandy pulled Nancy towards me and kissed her back. For a moment she was a statue, but as realization began to dawn on her, she softened and melted into the kiss. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was enough. When she pulled away again, the horror had been replaced with a sort of contentment, before shock and embarrassment came back and began to dance across her face, confusion joining them. They looked at each other for a moment, before she finally spoke. "Thank you Sandy, I needed that. I've never really told anybody, but I used to play around with other girls in college. Mostly just roommates, but we got intimate a few times. Sometimes after a bad breakup we would comfort each other... well, like that. I guess as I was crying into your shoulder, it took me back to that. But I haven't been with another woman in years. Not since marrying Gary." "I'm glad I could help," Sandy smiled. Of course she had noticed before that Nancy was very attractive. She was about her size, but with brown hair that came down to her shoulder. When they had gone shopping before, they sometimes tried on exactly the same clothes, so they already knew they were even the same size. But Sandy had never thought of Nancy in a sensual way before. Sandy was attracted to both men and women, but Nancy was a married woman with kids. But kissing had begun to stir something in her, and she now looked at her friend with new eyes. "You don't think it's weird that I used to be intimate with other women?" she asked. "No, not at all! I know that I always talk about the boys that I go out with, but I date girls too. And I still get intimate with them, every bit as much as with the boys." "Really?" Nancy looked at Sandy for a moment, and started chewing her lip. She seemed to be considering something. "Can I... can I ask you something... well, it's kind of personal..." "Sweetie," Sandy told her, "anything you like. We're friends. I don't tell you everything, but if you ask, I'll tell you anything. But I will ask you to keep some things between just us." She paused for a few more moments. "Sandy, do you find me attractive? I mean, not just as a friend, but maybe as more than just that?" Sandy smiled. "I never really thought of you like that before, but yes, I think you're beautiful. If you were single, I might even have asked you out by now." She smiled back, and seemed to be beaming just a little. She was starting to relax again. "It's been a long time," she said. "In college I was a really big fan of, um... pussy." The word seemed strange in her mouth, as if she had just pulled it out of storage and was trying to figure out how it worked again. "And of being, um, eaten out too. Gary never goes down on me. Of course he can't get enough of me blowing him, but he seems grossed out by my, um. Pussy." "Well, I don't mind helping you out with part of that," Sandy told her. She wilted a little bit. "I thought you liked girls. Do you not like eating them out either?" "Oh, on the contrary my dear, I could spend hours with my head stuck between a woman's legs." She brightened a little again. "But I have to tell you one of those thing that I would like you not to share with anyone. And please don't freak out. I don't want this to ruin our friendship, okay? Please promise me." Nancy gave Sandy a queer look this time and said, "well, I guess you know about my screwing around with other women before, so you already have blackmail on me. Sandy, whatever you have to tell me, I promise you that it will stay between us, and that I won't let it ruin our friendship. What is it?" To answer, Sandy stood up and unbuttoned her jeans. Confusion once again crossed Nancy's face, though there seemed to be a hunger this time. She must really miss pussy, Sandy thought. But she had a surprise coming. Sandy liked to wear tight clothing, so it took a moment to peel her jeans away and slide them down her legs. A moment later she pulled down my panties, and as her dick fell free from where she had tucked it, Sandy watched shock explode on Nancy's face again. Thankfully, the scream that Sandy was expecting did not come. Instead, the look of hunger slowly returned and began to increase. After a moment Nancy looked at Sandy questioningly. "Yes, I have a penis," Sandy told her. "I'm sorry you won't have a pussy to munch on. But I'm still happy to help you out with your other needs, if you'd like." Nancy looked back at Sandy's dick for a moment, and hesitantly reached out towards it. She stopped and looked at her. Sandy nodded, and Nancy reached out and touched it. It was already starting to grow, and it jumped a little at her touch. She jerked her hand back as if she had touched a viper, but then reached forward again, this time more confidently, and grasped it tenderly. She began to stroke it gently, with a look of fascination as if it was her first. But Nancy had been sucking dick enough since getting married. Sandy knew what she really needed, and intended to give it to her. She took Nancy's hand off of her penis, with a little sigh of regret, and as Nancy looked another question at Sandy, Sandy pulled her to her feet. Sandy carefully undid Nancy's capris and slid them down. Nancy stepped out of her flats, and then out of the leg holes. A light blue pair of satin panties were now the only barrier to her womanhood, and as Sandy moved them out of the way, she took in some of their heavenly scent. Nancy kicked her panties off and then sat back on the couch. Sandy knelt in front of her and gently spread her shaking legs apart. Her nervousness had returned, but she gasped in pleasure at the first touch of Sandy's tongue, and as she continued to lick Nancy was soon moaning in pleasure, her hands entwined in Sandy's hair and pulling her into her. Suddenly the sounds of Nancy's moans were cut off, as her legs clamped around Sandy and she pressed her face hard into her. Sandy continued to lick with abandon as she felt waves of shudders wash through her friend. Nancy didn't let up until her orgasm subsided. She finally released Sandy from her legs, and pushed her head away. Nancy lay there, sprawled on Sandy's couch with her beautiful legs open, her normal composed housewife persona replaced by a lewd mess of exhaustion and subsiding tremors. "Oh god," she said, "that was so good. Oh Sandy. You have no idea how much I needed that. It's been so long." Sandy climbed up next to her, resting her head on Nancy's shoulder and idly moving her hand up and down her leg as she returned to normal. Finally Nancy shifted, and Sandy sat up next to her. Once again Nancy gave her a questioning look. "Do... do you... you stopped me from stroking you. Don't you want me to pleasure you too?" "Oh sweetie, I would love it. But I think you needed it a little bit more." "You're right, I really needed that. Do you think... would you..." She paused for a moment. "Do you think you could do that again to me sometime?" "Of course," Sandy smiled. "Any time you'd like." She smiled back. "Please," she said, "and please let me return the favor." Sandy smiled and nodded, and Nancy pulled herself away from the couch, and knelt in front of her. Her grasp was firm now, and Sandy's member, which was now rock hard, responded as Nancy pumped up and down. She leaned in and kissed the tip, then looked up at Sandy as her tongue began to dance across it. She took Sandy into her mouth, and began to bob as she continued to suck. Suddenly Nancy pushed her head down, and Sandy could feel herself touching the back of her throat. She coughed as her gag reflex kicked in, and pulled off of Sandy. "I've never done that before!" Nancy said. "I know that guys love it when you deep throat them, but I've never done it. Gary has tried to talk me into it, but... well, he's such an asshole. I've never really been in the mood with him. But there's something about you." "Something... that makes you want to try new things?" Sandy asked. "Well, you're kind of a new thing. I've never been with a... um. Cross--" "Transwoman," Sandy corrected her. "My mind is female, and the only part of my body that doesn't follow the traditional female model is my penis. And as far as I'm concerned, my penis is female too." "Transwoman," she repeated, the word forming awkwardly in her mouth. "Yes, thank you." She looked back down at my girl-cock, and then moved in again. She tried deep-throating Sandy again a couple of times, still choking on it a little, but getting better. Finally Sandy could feel her own orgasm building. "Nancy," Sandy said, "I'm going to cum soon. You should probably stop unless you want me to cum in your mouth." Instead of pulling away, Nancy redoubled her efforts, refusing to take Sandy out of her mouth. Sandy exploded into her, and Nancy continued to suck, working the shaft as if to milk everything out. Sandy came harder than she had in a while, and when she finally stopped spurting into Nancy's mouth, she fell back into the couch. Nancy finally pulled off of her and smiled, then opened her mouth to show her her cum. Sandy sat back up and pulled Nancy towards her, shoving her tongue into her friend's mouth as their lips touched. Nancy seemed surprised at first, but then reciprocated, and their tongues danced with the taste of cum. They pulled away, and Sandy thought that it was anyone's guess as to who swallowed the most of her cum, though she did know that they both had little dribbles clinging to their chins. Sandy leaned in and licked Nancy's away, and Nancy did the same for her. Then they collapsed together onto the couch and held each other. \* \* \* \* \* Thankfully the next day was not heralded by the sounds of fighting next door. However, as soon as Gary's truck pulled away, Sandy heard a knock at her door. She opened it to a smiling Nancy, wearing a t-shirt and a skirt. Sandy her in, and they sat down to coffee in the kitchen. "Thank you for everything yesterday," she said. "It really made me feel a lot better. Gary's still an asshole, but it was easier to ignore last night and this morning." "I'm always glad to help," Sandy smiled back at her. Would today include more consoling her? She had been all smiles yesterday until she left, and her smile was back again this morning. They were still early in this level of their relationship, and Sandy was content to let Nancy take things at her own speed. But She wouldn't mind if she wanted to play some more today. "I was wondering," Nancy said, a slightly devious look creeping onto her face, "would you consider yourself... exclusive? I mean, when you're dating somebody." "Well, I've never really had any sort of monogamous relationship, to be honest," Sandy told her. "There are people who don't mind my situation, but there's plenty more that run at even the slightest hint. Nobody really sticks around for long." "Well, would you be opposed to having relations with more than one person at a time?" Sandy looked at Nancy for a moment. What was she getting at? Did she want things to continue with her, while Sandy kept on dating other people? Certainly she wasn't asking me if she wanted to join in a threesome, was she? "What exactly do you mean?" "Well, are you going to keep dating other people?" "I hadn't really thought through it. It would be hard for you and I to be a couple when you're already married. And Gary may be an asshole, but I wouldn't ask you to leave him for me." "No, I'm not planning on leaving Gary. I just... well, I liked what we did yesterday. And I want to keep doing it. But I don't want to ask you to stop dating either. I don't want to take that away from you. What do you think about that?" "Well, if you're okay with it, I would like to continue dating just like before. But if you want to continue playing around with me at the same time, I'm okay with that." "I'm okay with that too," Nancy said, looking relieved. But the look on her face told Sandy there was something more. Nancy looked at me, then looked away. Then she looked at her again. "Out with it, girlfriend," Sandy told her. "You know you can ask me anything." "Well, it's kind of a big favor. See, I had an idea to get... well, some hidden revenge on Gary. Something he wouldn't know about, but I would. And every time he's an asshole, I can think about it, and maybe it'll make me feel better." The idea of helping Nancy get a little revenge on Gary was intriguing to Sandy. "What were you thinking?" "Well..." she said, drawing out the word. "You said you date boys too. Do you like sucking dick as much as pussy?" "Of course," Sandy said, wondering where this was going. "What would you think about... giving Gary a blow job?" Sandy wasn't expecting that one. Gary was handsome enough. She hadn't thought of him that way either before, but forgetting everything she knew about him, Sandy wouldn't mind sucking him off. "How is it revenge to give somebody a blow job? Do you want me to screw it up or something?" "Oh no," she said, a glint in her eyes. "I want you to give him the best blow job he's ever had." Sandy was even more confused. "Why? And don't you think it's a little strange for you to ask him to get blown by another woman?" "Oh, he won't know." She wore a wicked smile now. "We'll dress up exactly the same. We can find you a wig that looks like my hair, and go shopping for matching outfits. You know we could pull off looking like twins. But then I get him drunk and offer him a blow job. I'll text you, you come over, and blow him for me." "Okay, I can do that for you. But how is it revenge?" "Gary is a man's man. Do you know how pissed off and humiliated he would be if he knew the mouth that was sucking on him was connected to a dick instead of a pussy? It'll be our secret. But every time he decides to be an asshole, I'll have that memory to make me smile inside." Ah. Okay, Sandy thought, that was revenge. Secret revenge, but she could see the appeal. "Okay, I'm game. Are you sure you want this though? Won't you get jealous having another woman suck off your husband?" Nancy snorted. "Hardly. Have I mentioned he's an asshole? There's nothing of him to be jealous of at this point." This was going to take some planning. And shopping. Sandy called in sick to work, and she and Nancy got down to business. They spent the rest of the morning at the mall. They went to Nancy's regular stores, and were able to find Sandy her own clothes that matched Nancy's outfit exactly. Finding a wig that matched her hair took a little more doing, and a trip to another mall, but at the third wig store they finally found a wig that matched Nancy's style pretty closely. It was a nicer wig shop, and they were able to style it exactly like Nancy's hair. They got home and Sandy changed into the new outfit and wig. They stood in her bathroom looking in her full-length mirror, impressed at their efforts. They really did look like twins. Perhaps they could pull this off, Sandy thought. As they looked at themselves, Sandy felt Nancy's hand make its way down to her ass. She rubbed it for a moment and then squeezed. Her face revealed nothing in the mirror, but her other hand snaked over and lifted up Sandy's skirt. She felt along where Sandy's dick was tucked in, and she could feel it straining against her panties. She turned towards Nancy and leaned in to kiss her. Both of Nancy's hands began to rove all over her body as she opened her mouth and let her tongue dance with Sandy's. Sandy pulled away and looked at her. "Would you like to take this to a more appropriate environment?" Nancy smiled warmly and nodded, and led Sandy from the bathroom into her bedroom. Nancy stood her in front of her bed and knelt in front of her. She reached under her skirt and grabbed her panties, a perfect match for hers, and pulled them down. Sandy's dick sprang out and almost hit Nancy in the face. She wasted no time in taking it into her mouth, and her hands grabbed Sandy's ass and used it to start pulling her in and out of her mouth. Sandy didn't see much of this, because Nancy's head was covered by Sandy's skirt, but that didn't make it any less hot. Sandy also didn't see Nancy pull down her own panties as she sucked on her. Nancy pulled away from Sandy and stood up, kissing her hungrily again. Then she leaned over the bed, lifted her skirt over her back, stuck out her ass and asked, "are you hungry too?" Sandy dove into her dripping pussy, drinking her in as if all of the oceans had dried up, and she were the only thing on earth that could slake her thirst. Sandy could hear Nancy whimpering and gasping at her ministrations. Finally her voice rasped, "fuck me". Sandy kept on licking, and Nancy repeated, still in a husky voice but much more firmly, "fuck me, Sandy, please! Please fuck me!" Sandy stood and, lifting her own skirt up, guided her girl-cock towards Nancy. She teased her slit for a moment with the head, which made her suck in her breath for a minute. "Don't tease me," she pleaded, "just fuck me. Fuck me!" They were both plenty wet, and Sandy slid in easily. She held Nancy's hips and began to thrust, her body responding by pushing back at her. Their intensity increased, and Sandy pounded Nancy while she moaned and purred, progressively getting louder with each thrust. Sandy knew she wasn't going to last long, and after a few minutes she said, "Nancy, I'm going to cum soon." "Cum in me," she whispered. "Cum in my pussy. Fill me up with your girl sperm," she said even louder. "Oh Sandy, please cum in me!" Sandy thrust a few more times, and then with a final push, shoved herself as deep as she could inside of Nancy as she felt her balls drain into her pussy. Sandy could feel Nancy's own orgasm take her, and they shook together as Sandy filled her up. Finally they collapsed forward onto the bed, gasping heavily. It was a little bit of an awkward angle, so after a moment Sandy slid out of her friend and looked at her freshly fucked pussy. It quivered erratically, and Sandy could see her creamy goodness start to leak out. Nothing in the world could be more delicious than that mixture of pussy juice and semen, Sandy thought, and she dove back in, lapping up every drop she could possibly get at. She could hear muffled grunts from Nancy, and knew that she was enjoying it. Sandy pulled away, and Nancy turned around, ducked down onto her knees, and began to lick Sandy clean as well. She managed to milk even a little more out of Sandy, before standing up and pressing her mouth against her again. Too few of Sandy's dates enjoyed cummy kisses, and she knew she was going to enjoy her newfound relationship with Nancy. They laid on Sandy's bed and rested for a bit in each others' arms, before getting up and fixing their clothes and makeup. Luckily they had somehow managed to keep enough bodily fluids off both of their clothes that they were still wearable for the rest of the day. That was important, because that night they were going to need them. \* \* \* \* \* Sandy was waiting in the living room, messing around on her computer, when the text message came in from Nancy. It was Friday evening, and she had already sent her kids over to friends' houses for the night. They had rested up from that afternoon's activities, and put Sandy's plan into motion. After the kids were out of the house, Nancy was to get her husband drunk, but covertly stay sober herself. She had planned to mix their drinks, filling his Coke with plenty of rum, and only pretending to add any to hers. Once he was drunk enough, she was to lead him to the bedroom, sending a pre-prepared text message to Sandy on her way. Sandy walked over to the mirror by her front door and checked herself in the mirror one last time. They had spent part of that afternoon making themselves both up the same way, overdoing it a little bit so to make the presence of makeup more obvious to Gary. Nancy wasn't convinced he was going to notice ("he's an asshole that never notices anything!"), but Sandy had insisted just in case. Satisfied with her appearance, she walked out the front door, locking it behind her. She walked next door to Nancy's house, and stopped at the front door and listened carefully. Nancy had left the door unlocked for her, and as quietly as possible she turned the knob, opened the door, and slipped inside. She carefully snuck through the house, making her way towards her friend's master bedroom. As she got closer she could hear the sounds of foreplay become more distinct. Finally she was able to peek in the doorway, and see her friend and her friend's husband making out, with Gary's back to her. His shirt was off, and Nancy had already undone his belt, and was working on his zipper as he drunkenly held her head and mashed his mouth into hers. Her eyes opened for a moment and as she glanced at the door she saw her friend watching her. She winked at her, and continued working on Gary. She dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, and grabbed his hard dick. The bed was between them and Sandy, and Nancy was able to guide her husband onto the bed, still working his dick in her hand, without him turning around and looking at the doorway. He sat, still making out with his wife, and feeling her up under her skirt. Sandy crept in and crawled over to the side of the bed, getting as close to the action as possible, while being careful not to be seen. Nancy knelt in front of Gary and started to kiss the top of his hard cock. He closed his eyes and his head rolled back, anticipating what was to come. Seeing her opportunity, Sandy quickly moved in and made the switch with Nancy. She picked up where her friend had left off, kissing the tip of Gary's engorged member, and then swirling her tongue around the top. Nancy carefully moved away and made her way to the doorway, where she stood and watched her transgendered friend make love to her husband's hard cock. Sandy could see that her growing smile had a smirk of satisfaction to it. By now Sandy was bobbing up and down on Gary's dick. It was now covered in her spit, and she worked it with both hands as she continued to suck away at it. Gary was clearly in heaven, and as Sandy would look up at him, she would see him open his eyes and watch her from time to time. Each time she saw this, she would smile seductively at him, and increase her efforts. Gary clearly didn't notice the switch. He grunted and moaned, telling her how much he was enjoying himself. "Oh yeah, baby. Nancy, you're so good. Oh yeah. \*huff\* Yeah baby, don't stop. Oh yeah, just like that." Sandy glanced over at her friend and was surprised to see her leaning against the door frame, skirt on the floor, and hand inside her panties, shoving her fingers deep into her pussy. She was enjoying this as much as Gary! Sandy decided to take things further, and give her friend a bit of a show. She bobbed even harder on Gary's swollen cock, and then suddenly pressed her face forward. Gary slid all the way to the back of her throat. She knew that Nancy had never deep-throated him before, but she said to give him the best blow job of his life, and she knew that he would love that. Sensing this new development, Gary grabbed her head and started moving it himself, fucking her face roughly. "Oh yes, baby," he told her. "Take it deep. Oh yeah. Oh, it's so good." Sandy didn't usually get face-fucked like this, but she put herself into the rhythm. Finally his gripped loosened slightly, and she took the opportunity to pull herself off of him. The back of her throat needed a break, so she got to work sucking on his balls, moving her left hand back to his dick to pump away at it. She would take turns with each testicle, sucking it all the way into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue before popping it out and moving onto the next one. Occasionally she would move down, licking Gary's taint, before moving back up. A few times she moved down far enough to taste his asshole, which he seemed to enjoy. She wondered if he would enjoy a little more down there. Continuing to pump away at his dick, she licked her finger and gently pressed it against his hole. Suddenly her vision blurred, and she pulled away, stunned. It took a moment for her vision to clear, and as it did, pain registered along the side of her face. She looked up at Gary, seeing his hand still frozen from backhanding her. "No queer shit," he told he. "Now get back there and finish the job, you fucking cunt." She glanced over at Nancy, who stood by the door, both hands covering her face in shock and horror. Something else was going on here. Was Gary beating Nancy? The way he hit her was so casual, almost practiced. Suddenly Sandy saw red. This fucker was beating his wife? Nothing excused that. Nothing. Hidden revenge wasn't going to be enough for this fucker. Now Sandy really had a score to settle. "What did I just tell you, you fucking bitch?" Gary glared at her, still not realizing that it wasn't his wife that had been pleasuring him. "Get back down there and finish what you started." Slowly, Sandy put her mouth back on the tip of Gary's manliness. No, not manliness. Gary wasn't a man. He was a little boy pretending that his masculinity wasn't as pathetic as Sandy now saw that it was. She finished the blow job, and even swallowed Gary's cum when he exploded into her mouth. But she shoved her face down on him again, forcing his seed directly down her throat so that she wouldn't have to taste it. His spurts finally subsided, and as she pulled herself off of him, he collapsed back onto the bed, and started to snore. Sandy shakily rose to her feet, and stumbled over to her friend, who still stood there in shock, tears running down her face. Sandy embraced her, and Nancy fell into her sobbing, telling her in whispers how sorry she was for what had happened. Straightening, Sandy led her friend out of the room, then out of the house, and back to her place. She let them in, locked the door behind them, and led her into the living room. They sat on the couch, and Nancy, whose crying had subsided, suddenly burst back into tears. Sandy held her for a long time, caressing her back, and letting her weep. Her face still stung, but she was too mad to cry. Nobody deserved that kind of abuse, least of all Nancy. \* \* \* \* \* Finally Nancy was able to compose herself enough to speak. "I'm so sorry, Sandy," she said again. "How long has Gary been beating you?" Sandy asked. "The first time he hit me was years ago," Nancy answered. "He was drunk, and when he realized what he had done, he couldn't stop apologizing. He stopped drinking for a while, and bought me presents for weeks. Then one day we were out with friends, and they offered him a drink. He hesitated and looked at me, until I nodded at him, before taking it. It was his only drink that night. But after that it was like I had given him permission, and his drinking steadily increased." She stopped and looked at me, sniffling as she remembered her husband's descent into alcoholism. "Sometimes he would hit me, and at first he would apologize again once he realized what he'd done, but eventually his apologies became hollow, and then he stopped apologizing at all. But by then we had the kids, and he was only hurting me, and not them. I didn't want them to grow up in a broken home. So I just took it, and tried to keep things to a minimum." "Nancy," Sandy said. "He may not be hitting your children, but every time he hurts you, he's still hurting them, even if they don't know it. They're going to pick up on your sadness sooner or later, if they haven't already, and it's going to scar them. This can't keep happening. You need to put a stop to it." Nancy sat in silence, looking at Sandy. She seemed almost... broken. Her husband's abuse had been eating at her, and it was finally coming to a head. She didn't need sex with Sandy to make everything better. It might help her feel a little better for a time, but, it wasn't a fix. It wasn't even a patch. Finally she spoke. "What do I do?" Sandy smiled back at her. "I think I have an idea. But I'm going to have to blow your husband again. In fact, I'm going to have to fuck him." "What do you mean?" Nancy asked, surprised. "He just hit you too. And you don't have to live with him. Why would you want to have anything else to do with that asshole?" "Because," Sandy said, "we're going to blackmail him. It's one thing for you to secretly know that he got sucked off by a guy." Nancy gave her a shocked look. "It's okay, I know what I am and what I have between my legs. I'm comfortable with who and what I am. But I think it's time to take some pictures. Maybe even some video. And then use it to make sure he knows who's boss." "Pictures?" Nancy asked, confused. "Wait, and video?" "Yes. If he's the homophobic asshole that he seems to be, it would ruin him for his friends to find out he's been screwing around with a shemale." Nancy gave her another confused look. "It's porn name for transwomen. You wouldn't ever use it outside of that context; it's poor form. Transwomen want to be women, and addressing them with porn slang, or anything that implies anything outside of the womanhood that they so desire, is cruel and demeaning to them." "Okay..." Nancy said slowly. "I guess that makes sense. I didn't realize there was so much involved with, um...." "Transwomen," Sandy said. "And really, you shouldn't have to. Just treat us like women, just like you've always treated me, and you'll be fine." "Okay. Yes," Nancy said. "I think I can handle that. But what are you going to do about Gary?" "Oh, I'm going to fuck him. Well, I'm going to let him fuck me, and he's going to think it's you again. But we're going to need to film it. Next time he goes to work, we're going to set up some cameras. Tell me, has Gary ever fucked you in the ass?" Nancy gasped. "No! Oh no. No, no. He's been barking up that tree for years, but that's just..." She trailed off, looking at Sandy. "You... you've been fucked in the ass before, haven't you?" "Well, it's not like I have a pussy to get fucked in," Sandy smiled. "Look, I know it sounds gross. And maybe you've heard that it hurts. But trust me: it's not gross if you're taking care of yourself, and if the guy knows what he's doing, it doesn't hurt either. Really, it feels pretty good." Nancy looked taken aback. "Don't worry, even though we've moved into a more sexual relationship, I'm not going to try and talk you into it too. If you ever want to try it, just ask, and I will show you how good it feels. But that's your choice." Nancy looked relieved, and a little contemplative. Maybe she would like to try it. But not with that dick of a husband. He would probably fuck it all up and hurt her pretty badly. But Sandy had plenty of backdoor experience, and she knew how to handle inexperienced dicks. "Look, if you want to stay here tonight, that's okay. The guest bed is already made up, or if you want, you can sleep with me in my bed." "No," Nancy said. "I don't want Gary to wake up and wonder where I am. That would just make things worse. I'll go home and sleep on the couch. God knows that bastard is taking up too much of the bed for me to fit onto it." "Are you sure?" Sandy asked, with more than a hint of concern in her voice. "Yeah," Nancy answered resolutely. "I'll be okay. Don't worry, it'll be a tense weekend for me, but I'll be careful to stay out of any more trouble with him." Sandy hugged her again, and walked her home, pausing there for long enough to make sure that she would be okay. She made her way back home, but sleep was going to have to wait. She had some online shopping to do. \* \* \* \* \* Tuesday morning Sandy heard the doorbell ring. Nancy was sitting on her house doing a crossword, and barely looked up. She had come over on Monday to spend the day, and it was just as usual. Sandy worked on her computer, Nancy occupied her own time with various activities, and they quietly enjoyed each other's company. Sandy got up to answer the door, but found a package sitting on her porch. She looked up and saw the UPS truck pull away from the curb. She picked up the package and brought it back inside. Nancy looked up from her crossword. "What's that?" "Oh, it's just the makings of revenge and blackmail," Sandy answered. "You mean the cameras? How did you get those so soon?" "Prime shipping. A girl's best friend. C'mon, let's head over to your place and see what we have to work with." Sandy grabbed a notepad and they walked over to Nancy's house. As they walked in the front door, Sandy started taking notes. They made their way back to the master bedroom. The last time Sandy was here, she was the subject of domestic abuse. The memory made her cringe a little inside, but she had a job to do. They walked around the room and Sandy asked Nancy questions about various objects. Her goal was to find the most unobtrusive places to place her hidden cameras, which still retaining the best angles. Satisfied with her findings, they both headed back to Sandy's house to unpack the equipment. Nancy seemed fascinated with everything, and asked Sandy a series of questions about how everything worked, and how it would work in her bedroom. When they got to the bottom of the box, Nancy gasped. "What is that?" Sandy pulled out a transparent package and held it up. "These are restraints. These are almost as important as the cameras." "Why?" Nancy asked, confused. "I told you I was going to fuck Gary," Sandy said. "It's not enough to just see my dick while he fucks me. I'm going to make him pay for years of abusing you, and make sure he knows who's in charge." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to fuck him. I'll start the same way he started with me: by fucking his mouth. And then I'll fuck his ass. And since he'll be tied to the bed, he won't be able to stop me." "Gary's really strong. Are you sure that's going to be enough?" Sandy smiled. "These are pretty strong. But by the time we get to that point, I don't think it'll be a problem anyway." With everything unpacked and prepped, they put all of the equipment in the box and headed back to Nancy's house. As Sandy installed cameras throughout the master bedroom, Nancy expressed surprise at how well they were all hidden. There were six cameras in all, positioned on dressers, peeking out from behind the TV on the wall, and even looking down from the ceiling. Nobody was going to see them unless they got up close, and from what Nancy said, Gary was not prone to paying attention to much. "So when are we going to do this?" Nancy asked, as Sandy finished up with the last camera. "Tonight?" "No, that's not a good idea. It's a school night, and I don't think you'll want them in the house while we're doing this." Nancy nodded in agreement. "So, Friday again? I can send the kids off to friends' houses again?" "Yes, that will be perfect," Sandy said. "But aren't you worried about Gary finding the cameras?" Nancy asked. "You said yourself that he doesn't notice much. Don't worry, I've hidden them pretty well. Even if he was actively looking for them, he would have a hard time finding them, and as far as he knows, he has no reason to search his house for hidden cameras." Satisfied with her work, Sandy gathered up the tools and equipment that she had used. "C'mon, let's go back to my place," she said. "Your kids won't be home for another hour." \* \* \* \* \* Fortunately, especially for Nancy, Friday arrived without incident. Gary was still an ass, but it was at a level that Nancy could handle. Sandy had taken her shopping during the day, and they had picked out a handful of identical outfits. They earned a few odd looks from sales people, but there was nothing wrong with two girls buying the same outfits together. That night, with the kids safely away at friends' houses, Nancy once again began getting Gary drunk. She tried to get him just a little less drunk than before; she worried about Sandy getting hit again. But Sandy had told her not to worry about a thing. She knew what she was doing. Sandy had spent the week working on her voice. It was naturally a little different from Nancy's, but years of vocal training to achieve a female voice in the first place paid off, and by Friday Sandy was able to imitate Nancy's voice, in addition to her appearance. Sandy had also been training Nancy on how to view the cameras remotely. She'd been taking a lot of time off during the day to get everything ready, but her employer didn't care so long she got the work done that they were paying her for, which she did during the evenings. Once again Sandy waited in her living room for Nancy's text message. She checked and double-checked her setup, but everything was already in place. Finally Sandy's phone buzzed, and she stood up and walked over to Nancy's house. She crept in the front door as before, and made her way back to the bedroom. The plan was for Sandy to wait for an opportunity like before to switch places with Nancy. This week it turned out to be a little easier. Nancy was making out hard with her husband, when suddenly he pulled away. "Sorry babe, gotta take a piss." He shrugged her off and wandered into the master bathroom. Sandy could hear the sounds of urine hitting the toilet. Well, mostly hitting the toilet. It sounded like in his drunken state his aim was a little off. Nancy tip-toed over to where her friend waited. "He's pretty horny tonight," she whispered. "Please be careful." They quietly switched places, and Sandy tiptoed into the room to wait for Gary to finish. This time Nancy didn't watch from the door, but instead went back to Sandy's house to watch the action from Nancy's computer. Gary stumbled back in from the bathroom. He hadn't even bothered putting his pants back on, and his dick peeked out from under his shirt. Sandy glanced into the bathroom and saw the trail of clothes leading back to the bedroom. He approached her and she stepped into his kiss. She made out fiercely with him, and he responded in kind. He had to be good and horny for this to work. She felt his hands roving all over her back, before making their way down to her ass. He grabbed her buttocks hard and kneaded them, which was having an effect on her too. Revenge was the most important thing, but there was no reason she couldn't enjoy herself too. He moved a hand to her front, and started prodding at her crotch. Normally she would love that, but obviously she needed to keep that hand from finding her dick tucked out of site. So to dissuade any more exploration, she suddenly ducked down and in one quick motion grabbed his cock and shoved it into her mouth. Of course it had its intended effect, and Gary leaned his head back and started moaning. She worked him hard, getting his dick nice and ready for her. She was pretty horny too, and couldn't wait to have him impale her. Finally she pulled herself off of him and stood up. She didn't know how he would react to her kissing him with cock breath, so she didn't chance it. Instead, in her practiced Nancy voice she said, "honey, I want to try something new tonight. How would you feel about finally fucking my ass?" She expected at least a look of surprise in his eyes, but there was nothing. He expected his wife to eventually give up her ass to him, if tonight being the night came as any sort of shock to him, he didn't show it. She pulled down her skirt, but not her panties, and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bed stand. She started lubing up his dick, while nibbling at his neck. For his part, he shoved his hand down the back of her panties and started fingering her hole. She had to shift a couple of times when he got too close to her cock, but he didn't seem to notice. Finally she bent over, pulled down her panties just enough to expose her tiny hole but not her dick, and presented herself to him. She expected him to be gentle. Every guy that she'd been with that hadn't fucked an ass before was always timid and gentle. But Gary was not one of those guys. He pointed himself at her hole, grabbed her hips, and shoved himself into her. Luckily she had lubed herself up pretty well before even going over there, in addition to the lube job that she had just given him, so she was ready. She didn't want to think about what it would be like if he tried that with Nancy. Gary gripped her hips and slammed hard into her, over and over. She wanted to lose herself in the moment, but there were more important things at stake. She wasn't close enough to anything to grab it for support to keep her from falling over, but as hard as she was being held, that didn't seem to be a problem for the moment. So as her ass continued to be invaded by friend's husband, she reached back and pulled her panties down enough that they fell to the floor. Gary was too drunk to notice as her girl-cock fell away from its hiding place, and dangled back and forth beneath her. She had a camera positioned perfectly to capture her dick swinging below her as he grunted and pounded away at her. Finally Gary stopped and unceremoniously pulled out of her. She quickly stood up, turned around, and pressed her lips hard against his. Her dick was now out for the world to see, but she couldn't let him see it yet. Making out hard wasn't difficult; she was plenty turned on by now. She guided him towards the bed and sat him down, still kissing him. Suddenly she pulled away, and before he could anything she pressed onto his back and turned around. Hiding her dick with her hand, she climbed up and positioned herself on top of him, with her back to him. She dropped onto him, impaling herself once more, and leaned back, put her hands on the bed behind her, and started riding him. This time it was two different cameras that caught her hard cock flopping up and down as she continued to ride him. This position made it far more obvious to the cameras that he was in fact fucking somebody with a dick. She rode him hard, and he bucked back up against her. Suddenly he stiffened, and she stopped in time to feel his seed filling her up. She had worried that he was going to try and fuck her in her pussy before cumming, which obviously wasn't going to be an option, but now he was spent. She waited until he stopped, and then leaped off of him and hurried to lean down and clean him up with her tongue. She was hidden enough by the bed that he couldn't see as she found her panties where they had dropped, and carefully put them back on, concealing her girl-cock once more. Finally she stood up, and helped him scoot back to a more or less normal position on the bed. She rolled him to his side, and immediately heard him start to snore. Phase One of her revenge was now complete. \* \* \* \* \* Nancy greeted Sandy at the door of her own house, and embraced her. "You looked like you were having fun," she smiled coyly. "I did enjoy myself, now that you mention it. Are you sure you're not jealous?" Nancy laughed. "He can pound my pussy pretty hard sometimes, but I don't think my ass could handle what you just did. No, I'm not jealous." Sandy looked at her for a moment. "I mean, are you jealous that I'm fucking your husband?" "Oh hell no," Nancy said. "He has a nice dick, but I don't care if I never see it again. If you want to have fun with it for me, especially in the name of revenge, I'm not going to stop you. If he wasn't such an asshole, at this point I wouldn't even mind sharing him with you at the same time. But if he wasn't such an asshole, I wouldn't have found out how much fun you were anyway, so it's a moot point." "That's good," Sandy said. "Well, what did you think of the show? Did we get what we wanted?" "I don't know. Weren't you going to, you know, fuck him in the ass too? Isn't that why we installed all those restraining straps?" "Oh yes," Sandy replied. "His ass cherry will be mine. But that's not until next week. In fact, that's part of what this footage is for. We're going to need to show it to him, if we want to get my dick into his ass." \* \* \* \* \* Sandy and Nancy had planned to spent the week editing the incriminating video footage that they had gotten that night. But when Nancy showed up at Sandy's door Monday morning, she knew something else had happened. "Spill it," Sandy told her. "Maybe letting him finally get anal was a bad idea," Nancy said. He's been trying to fuck me in the ass for the past two nights. I've been able to stave him off, but I don't know that I can do that all week." "Oh fuck, we should have thought of that," Sandy hissed. "Well shit, do you have any ideas?" Nancy started chewing on her lip again, a tell-tale sign that she did indeed have at least one idea, and she wasn't sure she wanted to bring it up. Finally she spoke. "Well, you looked like you enjoyed anal sex. And I know that I can trust you. Do you think you could maybe show me the ropes? Give me my first experience, so if it does happen, at least I'll know what to expect?" Sandy wasn't expecting this, even though she had offered it herself over a week ago. But Nancy was right, she did need to get ready, just in case Gary did succeed before Friday. "Okay girlfriend, I think I can help you out." Nancy smiled gratefully, and perhaps just a little weakly. She was still scared, but willing. Sandy took her hand and led her into the bedroom. When they got there, Sandy opened her drawers and pulled out some lube. "Rule 1," she said, "is lubrication. That's also Rules 2, 3, and 4. Without proper lubrication, not only will it hurt, but you could actually damage some tissue back there." Nancy suddenly looked scared. "Don't worry, I'll show you how to lubricate properly. If you get hurt, it sure as hell won't be because your asshole isn't slick enough. "Rule 5: take it easy, at least until you know what you're doing. Anal sex is amazing, when it's done right. But you will need to work your way up to it. Don't try shoving eggplants up there right away." They both laughed at the sudden image of an eggplant sticking out of somebody's ass. "Some people," Sandy continued, "do actually stretch themselves out enough to be able to that. They seem to enjoy it, and I've had a couple of guys try to talk me into it, but I've really had no inclination to do that to my body. If you head in that direction, that's up to you. But it's definitely not my thing." While they had been speaking, they had both been removing their clothes. They now stood naked next to the bed, Nancy still looking apprehensive. Sandy gently guided her onto the bed, and moved her a doggy-style position. "Sorry, I know you won't be able to see this," Sandy told her, "but you'll be able to feel it, and that's going to be more important right now." Sandy squirted out some lube onto her hand and began to rub her friend's ass with it. There was an initial shudder at the cold sensation of the lube, and Nancy clenched up tight. But Sandy continued to rub her lovingly, and Nancy started to relax. Finally Sandy started to concentrate her efforts on Nancy's back door. She gently rubbed it, gradually pushing a little further in. She applied new lube a couple more times, and then finally stopped, her finger resting lightly at the entrance. She gently applied pressure, and after a moment Nancy's ass relaxed and started to pull her finger in. "Umph," Nancy said. "Oh that feels weird." "Don't worry honey," Sandy reassured her. "It's going to feel really good." She allowed her finger to be pulled in a bit more, before gently pulling it out. She dripped some more lube onto Nancy's ass, and then moved her finger back, working some of the new lube into her ass. She did this a couple more times, until the passage was nice and slick. She gently fucked her friend's ass with one finger, and Nancy responded by cooing softly. "Oh, that does feel good," she purred. "Oh but wait, isn't that just one finger? How am I going to fit a whole dick in there?" "We're working our way up to that," Sandy assured her. "Let's move up to two fingers." She dripped more lube onto Nancy's ass, and began to press her forefinger and middle finger together against Nancy's entrance. After a moment it relaxed again, and both fingers made their way inside. Once they were all the way in, Sandy began to finger fuck her again. "Oh, that feels even better!," Nancy said. "I bet a whole dick does feel good!" "Would you like to try it?" Sandy asked. "Mmmm hmmm," Nancy answered. Sandy gently pulled out of Nancy's ass and grabbed the bottle of lube. She coated her cock well with it, and dripped some more onto Nancy's ass once again. She positioned herself behind Nancy and pressed her dick up against Nancy's now puckering hole. She was hard as a rock at the anticipation of taking her friend's ass cherry, but she was more interested in making the experience pleasurable for Nancy. There was more resistance this time, as the object in question was bigger, but soon Nancy's muscles loosened up, and Sandy gently pressed into her. "Oh... oh... Sandy, that's... oh... oooohhhh..." Nancy said, half purring, half whimpering. "That feels so good. I feel so full. I've never felt like this before." Sandy finished pushing into her, and paused to let Nancy get used to the feeling. Then she slowly pulled out about halfway, before pushing back in again. Nancy grunted in return. Soon they had established a slow rhythm, with Sandy fucking Nancy's ass, and Nancy making incomprehensible sounds of pleasure. Suddenly Nancy started pushing back against Sandy, increasing their speed slightly. She continued to push back, harder and harder, mumbling to herself at first, and then speaking loudly enough for Sandy to hear. "Oh Sandy. Oh, oh, oh. Umph. Fuck me, Sandy. Fuck my ass. Please Sandy, fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!" She was almost screaming at this point. Sandy grabbed onto Nancy's hips and began to buck against her. "Oh yes! Fuck me, Sandy! Fuck me!" Suddenly Nancy stopped and began to shudder. It took Sandy by surprise until she realized that her friend was in the middle of a powerful orgasm. She was impressed. She could cum just from anal stimulation, but it wasn't something she was used to with the women that she had been with. Finally Nancy's shudders subsided. "Oh Sandy," she said, "that was so good. Thank you so much." Sandy started to pull out but Nancy stopped her. "Please don't stop. Please fuck my ass some more. I never knew how good it could feel. Besides, you haven't cum yet. That's not fair to you." "I don't know how it's not fair to me," Sandy thought. "I'm the one that gets to fuck her in the ass." But she complied, and started moving in and out of Nancy again. Before long they were back in their rhythm, and Nancy was begging Sandy to pound her hard. After a while Sandy grunted, "I'm getting ready to cum, Nancy." "Please cum in me," Nancy begged. "Please cum in my ass. Cum in me just like my husband came in you. Please cum in me!" This pushed Sandy over the edge, and she pulled Nancy to her firmly, letting her own orgasm wash over her as she pumped ropes of thick cum into her friend's ass. As she came down, she realized that Nancy was also trembling. She had had another orgasm, entirely from anal stimulation. They collapsed together on the bed, breathing heavily. Then Nancy sat up and moved as if to put Sandy's still semi-hard dick into her mouth. "I don't know that you want to do that," Sandy cautioned. Nancy looked back at her questioningly. "But you did it to Gary after he came inside you." "Yes, but I cleaned out my ass thoroughly before coming over. I'm not all that interested in tasting my own shit on somebody else's dick. An enema isn't a guarantee that that won't happen, not by a long shot, but at least I can try and minimize it." Nancy sat looking at Sandy's dick, seeming to consider her advice. "I guess you're going to have to show me how to do that too," she finally said. And then much to Sandy's surprise, she suddenly moved in and took Sandy's dick in her mouth anyway, cleaning up whatever cum she could find. She finished, and gave Sandy a little smile. "It looked clean enough this time. Plus, your cum is so good." \* \* \* \* \* Once again, Friday was upon the two friends. Gary had not yet succeeded in fucking his wife's ass, but she still "practiced" with Sandy once or twice a day. "Just in case," she said. Of course, Sandy didn't mind. She even pulled out her strap-on collection, and gave Nancy a taste of what it was like to be on top for once. Nancy took to it immediately, and by Friday she was fucking Sandy more than Sandy was fucking her. In fact, Nancy fucked Sandy on Friday, but Sandy didn't fuck her back. She had to save up for that evening, when they would daringly pull of Phase Two. Phase Two was going to be much more dangerous, but it was the most important. It would complete their revenge against Gary, and hopefully make Nancy's life a little easier after that. The cameras were still in place, and Sandy set up her computer to film everything once again. Between fucking each other, they had also put together a DVD, which Nancy would be putting in the player in her bedroom. Once again the kids were sent out for the night, but this time Nancy backed off on the alcohol. Gary had a couple of beers, but they needed him to be sober for tonight. Sandy's phone buzzed, and she headed on over to Nancy's place. She hid near the bedroom door and listened. "Honey," Nancy was saying, "I have a surprise for you." "Oh yeah?" Gary answered. "What's that?" "Well, I know how much you want to fuck two women at once," Nancy told him. Gary stuttered for a moment. "How did... um. No! No. Of course not, babe. Why would you think that?" "Because you're a dude," Nancy answered. "All guys want to fuck two women at once." Gary protested, but Nancy continued. "Don't worry honey, it's okay. I want you to. Because I know you want to, and I want you to be happy." There was silence for a moment before Gary finally spoke up. "Really?" "Yes, honey. Really. Nancy, are you here?" Sandy, who once again was dressed to look like Nancy's identical twin sister, stepped up to the doorway. "Hi Nancy," she said, imitating Nancy's voice perfectly. "Why don't you come in, Nancy?" Nancy said. "I want you to come fuck my husband with me." Sandy stepped in, and Nancy walked up and gave her a long, erotic, open mouth kiss. Then they both looked at Gary and smiled. "What do you think of that?" Nancy asked. Gary sat stunned on the bed. His wife stood before him, next to a perfect replica. They had just made out for him, and were now looking at him with expectant smiles. His cock wasn't shy though. Sandy could see it bulge through his pants. Sandy continued to smile as she said, "Nancy, I think we need to get him moving. I think we broke him, but I bet we can get him started again." She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy black bra. She reached back to unhook the straps as Nancy began to unbutton her blouse as well. Both bras fell to the floor, leaving two beautiful women in front of Gary, in short, yellow, plaid skirts that barely covered their asses. They sauntered over to Gary and stood him up. Nancy started to undo his belt while Sandy unbuttoned his shirt. He let it fall to the floor too, and finally broken from his trance, leaned forward to suckle Sandy's nipples. Nancy pulled the rest of his clothes away, and took his hard cock into her mouth as Sandy purred at the pleasure from his tongue. She pulled away and switched places with Nancy, letting Gary suck on her tits while she sucked on his dick. After a moment, Nancy pulled away from Gary and sat him on the bed. Sandy only paused momentarily before taking his length back into her mouth. Nancy moved down with her, and Sandy surrendered Gary's dick to her. She stood and smiled at Gary. "Do you like that honey?" she smiled. "Do you like it when my friend and I are both here to please you?" Gary started for a moment, and gave her a confused look. She knew he thought he had a handle on who was his wife and who wasn't, but this threw him off. Was he wrong? He had thought that his wife was sucking on his dick, but maybe he had gotten confused. Seeing his confusion battle across his face, she smiled even wider. Everything was going perfectly. "Tell you what, honey," she said. "Why don't we move you all the way onto the bed, and you can see what it's like when two women suck your dick at a time." Nancy withdrew herself from him and smiled. "Yes, Nancy, I bet he would love that." Gary didn't waste another second. He quickly climbed onto the bed, and Nancy and Sandy positioned him in the center. Then they went to work on him. The two women took turns, licking his stiff cock like a lollipop together, before one would engulf the head with her mouth. Then she would pull off and the other would take her place. Then would move down to his balls, one at a time, while the other would continue to work on his dick, and then switch again. Occasionally while working the head of his dick together, they would start to make out together. Sandy would look at Gary through the corner of her eye, and see him raise his head and goggle at the sight, before letting it fall back on the bed. After several minutes, Nancy pulled away and moved up towards Gary's head. She shoved her bare tits in his face, and he responded immediately, sucking them hard. Then she moved back to his dick and it was Sandy's turn to pull away. But instead of letting Gary lick her tits, she pressed her mouth against his and snaked her tongue into his mouth. Gary was so distracted by the kiss that he didn't notice as Nancy stopped her blow job. She slid her panties off, and then climbed on top of her husband. She positioned herself over him and then lowered her pussy onto his dick. She was soaking wet by now, and with his spit-covered dick, he slid in easily. She placed her hands on his chest and started to ride him. Sandy pulled away, and appraised the situation. Gary's eyes were closed as he felt Nancy's pussy ride his dick. Now that he had gotten into it, he was remarkably east to distract. It was time to move in for the kill. She moved behind Nancy, and as Nancy leaned in to make out with her husband, Sandy leaned in and started licking his balls. She could hear Gary groan his muffled appreciation through Nancy's mouth. She gently pressed his legs away from each other and he immediately complied. She moved in again and suckled his balls a little more before backing away. She moved off the bed and grabbed one of the restraints from underneath. She carefully slid it over his foot and tightened it around his ankle. If he noticed, he gave no sign. She moved to the other side of the bed and secured his other leg. Then she moved up to the head of the bed and got the other two restraints in place. These would be much harder. She looked at his arms and saw then resting on Nancy's legs. She tapped on Nancy's back, and she jerked slightly, before remembering her next task. She took ahold of his hands and moved them up to her boobs, which he started kneading in earnest. She kept her hands on his as he worked, and then pulled them off of her. Then with a quick motion she leaned forward, pressing his hands above his head, presumably in the throes of passion. She pressed their mouths together again and started to buck hard against him. With his hands in place, Sandy quickly secured both wrists, and then turned on the TV and started the DVD. Then she pulled her own panties off and began to stroke her dick while watching the other two fuck. When it was hard enough, she climbed back onto the bed and tapped on Nancy's back again. Nancy broke off her kiss and sat up, still riding her husband. His mouth was open as he gasped for air. Sandy positioned her dick at his mouth, and then looked at Nancy and nodded. Nancy stopped moving immediately, and Sandy shoved her dick into Gary's mouth. The reaction was immediate. Gary, who was already out of breath, choked as Sandy shoved herself all the way down his throat. She could see him try to move his hands, but he was securely tied to the bed. She fucked his mouth a few times, and then pulled out. Nancy had already pulled off of him, and was kneeling up on the bed on one side and smiling at him. Sandy quickly moved off of him before he could think to bite her, and moved to kneel up on his other side. They both smiled sweetly at him, as he sputtered and gasped. "What the fuck is going on here?" he finally shouted. "Oh honey, you have two beautiful women fucking you," Nancy answered calmly. "Isn't that what you wanted?" "The hell it is," he shot back. "Why is there a fucking guy in here? And why am I tied to the bed?" "The restraints," Sandy said, "are because we thought you might be like this. And I'm not a guy. I'm a woman, who happens to have a dick." "Besides," Nancy said, "I thought you liked fucking her." "The hell I do!" he shouted, still struggling against his bonds. Then he stopped and looked at the two women, both still smiling sweetly at him. And then he noticed the movement from the TV behind them. "What the fuck is that?" he demanded. The two women turned to look at the TV. Sandy was there, dressed as Nancy, riding Gary backwards, her dick flopping around obscenely. "That," Nancy told him, "is you fucking Other Nancy last week. And it looks like you're loving it." Gary just stared. The camera angle changed, and he saw the look of complete pleasure on his face as Sandy continued to ride him. In the video they both suddenly stopped, and he could hear himself grunt as he shot his seed into her ass. "That..." he started. "That wasn't you that I fucked in the ass?" "Of course not, dear. Do you think I want that shit from you? But it does feel pretty good with Other Nancy does it." In the video, Sandy was finally jumping off of him, and turning around to clean his dick with her tongue. He could hear himself moan appreciatively. "This is blackmail," he finally said. "Why?" "I don't know if you've noticed, dear," Nancy told him, "but you've been a complete and utter tool lately. To say you've been an asshole that needs punishment is an understatement. And now you're going to stop." "What... what do you mean?" "You're becoming alcoholic and abusive. I don't know how your hangovers are affecting you at work, but when they cause you to hit your wife in the morning, something is wrong." Gary glared at Sandy. "Who are you? I'll fucking kill you," he said dangerously. "Oh honey," Sandy smiled back. "I'm Other Nancy, remember? And I don't think you'll be doing anything of the sort." "Why not?" Gary growled. "Because I have video of you fucking me. And if something should happen to me, or Nancy, that video is going to find its way out. Your boss is going to see it, your coworkers are going to see it, and the Internet is going to see it. And because the cameras are rolling right now, and I just caught you threatening my life on video. Oh, would you mind smiling for the cameras? They're everywhere." Sandy winked at him, and then turned and blew a kiss at one of the cameras. Then she turned and blew a kiss at another one. Then she turned back and smiled at him again. She could see that he knew he was defeated. If even a hint of what had happened got out, he would be ruined. Finally he sighed. "What do you want?" he asked them dejectedly. "First, you're going to stop drinking," Nancy told him. "You will personally pour out every drop in the house, and you will not bring another back in." "Second," Sandy said, "You're going to stop your abuse of your wife in all of its forms. You will never hit her again. You will be kind and thoughtful when you speak to her. And you will not pressure her for any sexual act that she has refused. If you can get your shit together, then maybe you can interest her in your pathetic dick again." She looked at his dick, which was only half deflated. "Such a shame, really," she said. "You do have a lovely dick. I've enjoyed playing with it." They waited for a long moment before Gary finally spoke up. "Fine," he said. "Now will you get these fucking ropes off of me?" Nancy waved her finger at him. "Uh oh, it sounds like somebody's off to a bad start already. From here on out, I will not hear a single profanity leave your mouth. Maybe when you're mature enough to say "fuck" without being mean, I'll let you say it again. "Plus, don't you remember what I said earlier? Other Nancy's dick really does feel good inside my ass. I thought you might want to try it too!" A look of horror crawled across his face as he registered what she meant. She looked at Sandy, who was already lubing up her dick. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she said, "even though you weren't with me. I want you to know just how nice I can be. Maybe it'll rub off on you." She moved between Gary's legs, as he tried to struggle once again. She leaned down and kissed his dick, noticing that it was starting to grow again, just a little. She sat up and squirted some more lube onto her fingers, and then reached down with one hand and moved his dick out of the way, while her other hand started exploring underneath. He tried in vain to move away, and finally Nancy reached over and took his dick from Sandy, allowing Sandy to focus on lubing him up. Then she got a wicked grin. "Honey," she said, "I still don't know why you won't eat me out. My pussy is so delicious, just ask Other Nancy. Here, why don't you have a taste?" She let go of his dick again and straddled his face, facing towards her friend. Sandy could hear his muffled protests. Nancy began to grind her pussy into him, and then suddenly sighed softly as his tongue suddenly touched her pussy. "There you go," she said, "just like that. It's not so bad, is it?" Then she leaned forward and picked up his dick again. It was quickly growing hard again. She ground into her husband's smothered face once more, and then leaned in and took his dick back in her mouth. From this vantage point, she had a perfect view of Sandy's fingers, two of which were now sliding in and out of her husband's ass. "I think he's enjoying it," she said, taking his dick out of her mouth. "Think he's ready?" "Well," Sandy said, "this is going to be a pretty awkward angle, but I think we're both ready." She knelt up and positioned herself between his legs. They were spread pretty far apart, but it was still going to be awkward. Fortunately, he was pretty well lubed up by now, so Sandy was able to slide in without a whole lot of difficulty. Nancy had sat back up on Gary's face again, and as Sandy pressed into him, she could hear more muffled protests. When she was about halfway in, she suddenly shoved, and he stiffed. She backed out a little, and then shoved into him again. Nancy finally removed himself from his head, and Sandy could see that it was completely slicked with her pussy juices. Gary was gasping for breath, but he stopped each time Sandy pushed back into him. Even though his mouth was finally free, he said nothing. But his dick was as hard as Sandy had ever seen it. "Look at how hard he is again!" she said, slowly moving in and out of him. "I think he likes it. Should we go ahead and untie him?" Gary didn't seem to hear her. His eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to be lost in the moment. "I think that'll be okay," Nancy said. "Want me to go ahead and loosen him up?" "Would you?" Sandy answered. Nancy moved down to the end of the bed and loosened the ropes. She did not, however, untie his ankles. He had the freedom to move his legs now, and Sandy pulled out and moved back to let him work the stiffness out of his knees. He flexed them a few times gratefully, and opened his eyes. Sandy didn't give him a chance to do anything else. She shoved his legs up and held him for a moment while Nancy slid a couple of pillows under his bottom. He was too stunned by the suddenness of it to resist, while Sandy hurriedly moved back in place. They placed his legs over her shoulders, finally giving Sandy complete access to him. She shoved in again, this time to the hilt, and began to fuck with abandon. Gary did not complain. He lay there and grunted as his ass was repeatedly invaded by Sandy's hard girl-cock. Sandy was getting close to cumming, and she could see Gary's balls tighten as well. Suddenly he exploded, coating his chest with his own cum. The sight of it pushed Sandy over the edge, and he emptied his own balls inside of Gary. Gary's dick continued to spurt, much more than Sandy would have thought possible. In fact, he didn't even slow until after Sandy's own juices were spent. Gary lay there limply as Sandy pulled herself out of him. Gary had not been trained on having an enema before anal sex, and Sandy could see some brown streaks on her still-hard dick. She could see that Nancy noticed too, as she pointed with one hand and tried to hide a giggle with the other. Nancy's delight turned to shock, as Sandy crawled over Gary's cum-slicked body, and positioned her dick at his mouth again. It reflexively opened, and as Sandy pressed her dick into his mouth, he began sucking it in earnest. Sandy smiled at Nancy and said, "don't worry, I'm pretty sure it's clean." Suddenly Gary stopped, and tried with minor success to push Sandy's dick out of his mouth with his tongue. She moved off of him, and before he could do anything else, she rushed to the foot of the bed and pulled his ankle restraints tight again. He once again lay, spread eagle, on the bed. His chest was splattered heavily with semen, his face was covered in half-dried pussy juices, and there were little streaks of brown on his lips. "Well Nancy," Sandy said, "I think we did some good work here. And it looks like you have another cocksucker in the house too!" Gary glared at them, but as he well remembered sucking on Sandy's dick, he wisely kept silent. "Yes Other Nancy," Nancy said, "I think so. Gary's well on his road to recovery, and if he slips up, then everyone in his life is going to know what an eager little cocksucker he is." They both looked at Gary for a moment, before Sandy spoke again. "Gary honey, listen up. Nancy's coming home with me tonight. I don't think she wants to sleep next to your pathetic dick when she could sleep next to mine." She paused for a moment. "Okay, I lied, your dick isn't that pathetic. In fact, I think it's very pretty. It's what's attached to it that's the problem. Don't worry, I'll have Nancy back to you tomorrow. If you're good, maybe you can start getting some of her loving again. We'll leave you here to think about it tonight." Gary lay on the bed, looking utterly defeated. "Well, would you please untie me first?" Sandy smiled. "Oh, you're learning politeness already? But no honey, I want to give you some time to think about things first. Don't worry though. I know how cold cum can get after a while, and we wouldn't want you to freeze. We'll make sure you're nice and bundled up. Oh, and Gary, may I ask you something before we go?" "Yes," he answered quietly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" \* \* \* \* \* "I can't believe you used that cheesy line," Nancy laughed as they walked out her front door. "Don't tell me you've never wanted to say that," Sandy smiled back. "Where did you get chloroform, anyway?" Nancy asked. "Oh, it's an essential tool in any girl's toolkit." "Really?" Nancy asked, looking at her friend. "Nah. I bought it for the occasion. You can buy pretty much anything online if you know where to look." True to their word, they had put a blanket over Gary and even propped up his head with a pillow. But he was still tied up. In the morning, when Nancy returned to undo his restraints, she planned to make him do the laundry, to clean up the mess the cum on his chest was now making on the bottom of his blanket. Sandy had a police friend who would knock on their door after Gary was untied, to make sure everything was still okay. Sandy unlocked her door and then two of them walked inside. "Wow, I'm beat," she said. "We did a lot tonight. You want to just hit the hay?" "I don't think so," Nancy smiled. I bet your dick smells like some asshole. You'd better get shower first, dirty girl." Sandy smiled back warmly. "Good call. I know I wouldn't want MY blankets to get dirty. Care to join me?" "It's a date," Nancy laughed.

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Title: Doug Days Pt. 01-03 Tags: x-change, gender swap, gender bender, milf, bimbo, busty, x change, xchange, romance, rough sex This story was requested by 'ddk7723'! I hope you all enjoy! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I knew I shouldn't have done it. I knew it was naughty. I knew I'd end up getting caught. But fuck, am I glad I did it. My name is Doug. And, about a month ago, I found something I knew I wasn't supposed to. See, one day, I was a little short on cash and I wanted to go out for a few drinks, so I snuck into my parents' room to see if I could find a couple dollars lying around. I know, I'm a 25 year-old-man, I should have enough money of my own but I'm lazy, okay? I rummaged through my mother's drawers and her dresser... nothing. "Fuck, mom, you've always got cash lying around... except when I fucking need it!" I grumbled to myself. My parents were out for the weekend and I had the house to myself - which I was really looking forward to. But that also meant that if I didn't find any cash now, I wasn't going to have any money for the rest of the weekend - even for food, let alone beer. So, in my desperation, I did something my mother had expressly told me never to do. I went through my step-dad's stuff. My mother married Carl about a year ago and he'd been living with us ever since. He seemed alright - kept to himself mostly. He did have a rather bossy side that I didn't like; we argued a couple times about him trying to be my 'new dad' and telling me what to do. But still, I thought he was alright. And he was by most standards a 'high-flyer'. He was well respected at a prestigious law firm and he was always flying from state to state, country to country, representing clients all around the world. Which is also why I knew he'd have some cash lying around somewhere, surely. So, I went to the bottom drawer in the bedside table and started rummaging through Carl's stuff. At first, I didn't see anything too shocking. Some condoms (gross), a gun (not surprising) and a couple $20 bills. "Yes!" I rejoiced. But, honestly, I was expecting more. So I continued to rummage... Which is when I noticed a hole in the drawer that had been covered up by a page from the newspaper. "That's weird..." I reached in, curious as to what this was all about, and what I found there would change my life forever. I felt a tube of some sort - like a bottle for candy or pills or something. I pulled it out and there it was. The label was huge - hard to miss. In bold, pink letters, it read: "X-CHANGE MILF! Variety pack!" I brought the bottle closer and struggled to process what I was seeing, "What the fuck...? Why does Carl have this?" I had heard of X-Change before. I mean, who hadn't? It seemed like half the world was experimenting with X-Change these days. I even knew a couple guys from school who were now full time X-Change girls... and proud. I'd hear stories of the sexual escapades people went on on the damn things - orgies, gangbangs, threesomes. It seemed like there was a whole world of fun out there that I was excluded from. Honestly, I was curious. But, I was just rummaging around for a few bucks, so you can imagine I didn't really have the surplus cash to be buying expensive drugs. And yet, here I was, stood in my parents' bedroom with a bottle of some of the highest end X-Change pills you could buy. I put the pills down on my mother's dresser and just stared at them for a while, trying to sort out the myriad of thoughts and emotions running through me. 'This is wrong. This is weird. I mean, why the fuck does Carl have X-Change on him? Does he use it? Or does he give it to other guys and then fucks them? Either way, he's been cheating on my mother in all likelihood. And worse, I've now violated his privacy and found the pills for myself. I can't come clean about it because I'd have to explain how I found them and that'd get me in a bunch of trouble. What if my mom already knows about them? Ew, the less thought about that, the better.' I battled myself internally for a while, trying to figure out if I should put the tube back or maybe even pop the little plastic bottle open and swallow a pill. I mean, if Carl keeps any sort of track of how many pills there are inside, he's going to find out that someone took one... and his first accusation is going to be at me. "Fuck it. I'm doing it." I said, regardless. "Life's too short." Those words never lead to any sensible decision in the history of human kind. I grabbed the bottle and before I could have any second thoughts, I pulled out a pill and tossed it into my mouth, feeling it travel down my throat and into my stomach. A waited a few moments. I wasn't really sure what to expect. Then I suddenly felt it - that singular feeling that you get when you pop an X-Change pill and your whole body transforms from inside out. I could feel my skin tingling all over and it felt like my body was reshaping itself internally. I know that sounds horrific and painful, but trust me, it's anything but. If I had to describe it, I'd say it's like that feeling when you're on a really high rollercoaster, hurtling up and down the steep peaks and troughs. Your stomach tingles and you want to scream. You feel like something bad is going to happen... but it never does. It's just this amazing, rapid rush of euphoria... and before you know it, the ride is over, and you're left craving another round. Imagine that feeling all over your body. That's what taking X-Change is like. When this particular ride was over, I found myself in a completely new body. I stared into the mirror and there I was - a gorgeous brunette MILF. I rushed to take my clothes off and inspect my new form. I was like something out of a porn site. Suddenly, I had these gigantic, fake-looking tits that sat on top a soft, hourglass body. My ass was huge - like someone had pumped a normal set of cheeks full of air. Yet it was also firm and jiggly. My lips were naturally vibrant and luscious, as inviting as any Instagram model. I radiated pure, raw sexuality. This wasn't the kind of body built for settling down. And, perhaps most importantly, I reached between my legs and what used to be had been replaced by a pretty, pink vagina. "Hoooly Shit!" I said, before laughing in pure excitement. I flopped back onto the bed with sheer joyful energy, thrashing my limbs against the soft sheets. Suddenly every sensation felt heightened. Even the sheets felt softer and smoother against my skin, giving me a new sense of euphoria. I don't know what started to come over me, but I just felt exceedingly horny. I let out a soft groan and my right hand just naturally drifted down my body and in between my legs. I started to feel and explore my fresh, new pussy - dancing my fingertips along my labia. I could feel a sensitivity from a little higher up and my fingers found their way to my clit. Admittedly, it wasn't something I was great at finding as a guy, but as a woman exploring my own body, it was easy. And my God, it felt amazing. Every movement I made against it made me tingle and smile. I was just about to begin rubbing away at it when... DING DONG. The doorbell rang. I jumped up nervously. "Shit, who could that be!?" I looked around frantically for something to put on and settled for a set of bath robes hanging outside the cupboard. I slipped them on quickly and rushed downstairs as the doorbell rang again. "I'm coming!" I shouted, then realised that my voice was now completely different and hopefully whoever was on the other side of the door wasn't expecting to hear Doug's voice. I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. Stood outside was one of my close friends, Jimmy. 'Ah crap,' I thought to myself, 'I totally forgot I had invited Jimmy over to hang today'. Understandably, he looked like a deer in headlights. He was staring at a busty, bimbo-esque MILF, wearing a tight, ill-fitting bathrobe and nothing else. He mumbled a little bit before finally getting out, "Uhhh is Doug home? I'm his friend, Jimmy." I paused for a second, considering how to respond. Maybe it was the pills, maybe it was the level of arousal I had just reached starting to touch myself, but I felt incredibly naughty right now. I smirked and grabbed his arm, pulling him, "Come on in, you idiot!" He stumbled inside, and I closed the door behind him. I turned and walked towards him with intent - all the poor guy could do was start walking backwards, retreating towards the couch. "I'm sorry, do I know you, ma'am?" he asked so nervously. My tits felt like they were already a foot ahead of me, bulging through my robe as I continued my march forwards. Jimmy kept backing up till he fell back onto the leather couch I just burst out laughing, "Jimmy. It's me, you dumbass! It's Doug". "... Huh?" He replied, understandably puzzled. "I took some X-Change pills I found in... I found them. What do you think?" I spun around, giving him a full appreciation for how curvy and bodacious my new body was. He staggered back up to his feet, looking me up and down. "I-is that really you, Doug?" I could tell that he could recognise me but he still looked sceptical. I gave him the once over with my gaze too - seeing him in something of a new light for the first time. I don't know if it was the X-Change or just the mood I was in, but suddenly I felt an irresistible pull towards Jimmy. I mean, he wasn't an international stud by any means, but he was definitely cute. Dark brown hair, deep, hazel eyes and a nice build. He had an innocent appeal about him that I was just about ready to defile. "Yeah, it's me. You hide your condoms in your computer's CPU case and your password is LisaAnn1972. Happy now?" I smirked, my eyes wandering down to his crotch to notice the 'effect' I was having on him as he finally felt assured of my identity. "You like what you see?" I put my hands on my hips and stared at him and I could see the nervousness start to fade away in his body... and the lust grow. "Fuck me, it's really you then... Yeah I do... You're like the hottest MILF ever!" He said, practically drooling as he ogled me. I could see his hands instinctively move up and towards my tits but he stopped himself halfway and was in the process of putting them back down when, in a moment of pure spontaneity, I just grabbed them and lead his hands all the way. I almost moaned out when I felt someone's fingers on my tits for the first time. But I managed to contain myself and got my words out instead,"Nice, aren't they?" I could see his eyes visibly growing as his hands squeezed my tits, making me feel a tingling sensation through my spine. "Jeez, they're just... the fucking best..." He replied, started to get a little freer and more confident with his touch with every passing second. He was like a child with a foam ball - squeezing as hard as he could. As his fingers brushed over my nipples through the silky fabric of my robe, I had to bite my lower lip to not let out a groan or a deep sigh at the very least. I never knew how fucking erotic that felt for a woman. Then, he glanced up at me... and our eyes locked. In that moment, we knew what we both wanted. We both knew what we were thinking. What happened was inevitable. He pushed the fabric of my thin apparel either side of my silicon-like tits and started to grab at the bare flesh. Meanwhile, our lips edged ever closer till our foreheads were resting against one another's. I could feel our breaths getting heavy as I whispered, "You don't mention a word about this to me or anyone else the second I go back to being a guy... Got it?" No sooner had the words, "Deal" escaped his lips, our tongues mashed together in a hungry embrace. He pulled my robe open entirely and started running his hands all over my body and I quickly got to work undoing his dark green shirt, eagerly yanking it off his body. He knew where my room was, naturally, having been here many times before, and we just started to walk towards it while keeping our lips locked together. No more words were needed. Our bodies - and hormones - were doing the talking now. We stumbled our way up the steps but couldn't stop making out. I knew why Jimmy was so turned on - he was getting to fuck the kind of MILF he could only dream of fucking ordinarily. I couldn't figure out, though, why I was as horny as a rabbit during mating season. I put it all down to the pills - my burning body, my soaked pussy, my insatiable hunger for his cock - any cock - to fill my every hole. It had to be the pill. We eventually crashed our way into my room and landed on my bed. Outside, we had left a trail of clothing leading from the living room to this spot, meaning that our bodies were free to be pressed together - skin to skin. Jimmy had the sense to pull a condom out of his wallet before he left his pants downstairs and he quickly ripped the packaging open with his teeth. As soon as he pulled it from its wrapper, I grabbed the rubber garment and covered his cock with it, loving the way his shaft pulsed in my grip. I had no idea what Jimmy's dick looked like before now - obviously why would I? - but it was still oddly surprising to see it. I always thought seeing a cock that wasn't mine for real would be weird and repulsive... but it was anything but. It was a decent size, nicely shaped and felt amazing to squeeze. Jimmy was nice and shaved down there too, so everything looked... frankly delicious. I had half a mind to blow him first but there was one thing my body craved right now and I was damn sure going to get it. Once the condom was on, I lay down on my back and spread my legs. Jimmy needed no invitation to slide himself inside me. It's hard to describe how it feels to be penetrated for the first time, especially when you're normally on the other end of the dick. For virgin women, the experience is often uncomfortable and painful - it's something that takes getting used to. For an X-Change girl, it's absolutely the opposite. The minute you feel that first cock slide inside you, it's like a gaping need in your life becomes full. Suddenly, you realise how crap it feels to not feel this way all the time and how amazing it feels to have a pulsing, throbbing cock buried deep inside you. I grabbed the back of Jimmy's head and pulled him in for another bout of intense kissing as he began to thrust his hips and slam his shaft in and out of my tight pussy. I could feel my walls wrapping around every inch of him... God, it felt amazing. I knew from the first second that I was going to get addicted to this feeling. "Fucking hell, you're so fucking tight, Doug!" Jimmy grunted. From the look on his face, I could tell he was already struggling to keep himself... contained. I don't know what came over me - it was like something inside of me took over - but I just rolled Jimmy onto his back and climbed on top. "I'm not Doug. Not right now. Call me Charlotte!" I threw my flowing, brown hair back and started to bounce on Jimmy's cock like I was riding a mechanical bull at a bar. I used to have a crush on an older woman in our neighbourhood named Charlotte growing up, so I guess that's where the name came from. And right now, I was riding Jimmy the way I always wished she'd ride me - wild, horny and uncontained. My ass rippled and shook with every movement of my thighs and hips and my tits were like paddle-balls, bouncing wildly but always returning to their original place. I was just starting to go wild and lose myself in the moment, when suddenly Jimmy cried out, "OH SHIT!" And, just like that, it was over. I could feel his cum shooting out of his cock and into my brand-new cunt. I stopped my bouncing and just grinded on his cock gently as he trembled and shivered. I didn't quite get the pleasure I was hoping to but seeing him cum so hard and so quick was pleasing in its own way. The stupid grin Jimmy had on his face right now was one I'd never seen before. He was looking at me with such satisfaction and affection that I couldn't help but feel... sexy. "What?" I asked with a laugh. "Nothing... Charlotte." He said with a cheeky grin. "Idiot!" I replied, tapping his left cheek with my palm before I rolled off and gathered myself. I put my clothes back on and so did he. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* After that, Jimmy and I just hung out for a bit. We had planned to go into the city and hit up a bar and stuff but obviously, we couldn't really do that now. So, instead, we just sat on the couch and watched TV. After a while we both got horny again (I mean, I was horny throughout, but he just got hard again) and started making out but it was pretty much the same result. We kissed, I got on top of him, slid his cock inside me and a couple minutes later it was over. I have to admit, I was a lot more annoyed about it the second time. Here I was, hot and ready to go and this fucker couldn't even hold out from cumming for 10 minutes. And after he'd be done, he wouldn't even finger me or eat me out or anything - selfish prick. When it got a bit later in the evening, I just told him I had a headache and that he should go home. He seemed a little miffed - not to mention disappointed that he couldn't keep fucking me - but he left anyways, thankfully. I went upstairs and took a shower and decided to properly explore my body for myself... and my God, it was a work of art. As I stood in the mirror, admiring my busty, bimbo form, I couldn't help but feel jealous of Jimmy for getting to fuck such an unbelievable MILF. "Lucky piece of shit... He doesn't even deserve it, the limp dick motherfucker," I grumbled. I got out the shower feeling refreshed and I pretty much spent the rest of the night relaxing... Okay, I'm lying. I spent the rest of the night masturbating. FUCK ME it felt good. It took me a while to figure it out but once my fingers started exploring my labia and my vagina properly, I started to find little spots that just made me quiver with pleasure. And, by the end of the night, I had gotten the hang of finding my clit. That shit is really like an orgasm button. I never had to rub it for long before it sent me over the edge. I don't even remember when I fell asleep, to be honest. I just know that I eventually exhausted my hands and my pussy till I passed out on my bed. But, when I woke up, it was all gone. My beautiful body, my giant tits, my plump lips, my luscious ass - all gone. Only to be replaced by my normal body, which now, in comparison, seemed... inadequate. I used to be quite proud of my body - I was in-shape and nicely built. But, compared to the MILF pills, this was nothing. Disappointed, and a little depressed, I went back to sleep. I don't know if it was the pills or the sex or the masturbating, but I really went out like a light. By the time I woke up, it was two in the afternoon. I stumbled out of bed and reluctantly got dressed. I sat down in the kitchen to eat some cereal... but there was only really one thing I could think of. Those damn pills. I could practically hear them calling out to me, "Doug! Doug! Come! Use us! Be a better you again! Come be the MILF of your dreams!" I tried to resist. I really did. I kept trying to distract myself. I sat through an entire film and I still couldn't tell you what it was about, I played video games for an hour... heck, I even went upstairs to beat my dick off, hoping it'd remind me of the good parts of having a cock. But, it had the opposite effect. Watching one of my favourite pornstars get ploughed, I suddenly wasn't interested in her amazing body and how good she looked getting fucked. For the first time, I started to look at the other part of the picture. I couldn't help fixate on the hunky, beefcake guy fucking her - the way his biceps bulged when he held onto her, the way his big dick slammed in and out of her, the grunting noises he was making as he came inside her. Before I knew it, I had cum thinking about how good it would feel to have my pussy fucked by him. A pussy I no longer had. It was too much. I had to have that feeling again. I rushed back to my room where I had left the pill bottle and cracked it open. I could hear the angel on my shoulder telling me not to, but there was no way I was going to stop. I needed to feel that feeling again - of being a gorgeous, brunette, bimbo MILF. I swallowed a pill, stripped naked and waited for the transformation again. And it came. I was so hung up on getting my body back, that I forgot that the bottle was a variety pack and each pill was unique. I wouldn't look like the same woman twice. When I walked over to the mirror, I was definitely surprised. I had dark hair again, but this time, the rest of my skin was dark too. I had a luscious chocolate coloured complexion coating my entire body. I stared in shock - my pale white skin gone without a trace. I smiled widely, "God damn I'm hot!" as I admired the amazing figure I had been blessed with once again. This time, my body looked a lot more 'natural'. My tits were big and beautiful, but a lot softer and not quite so spherical. My ass - my God it was big - was jiggling with my every step, just begging to be smacked and grabbed. I think the proverbial saying is, I had an ass you could see from the front. My lips were inviting, my eyes were dark and mysterious, and my body was ready to be fucked. I was ready to be fucked. I didn't really have any pretentions about it. I knew what I was after and it didn't bother me one bit. I took a shower, enjoying another round of exploration with my new body - okay another few -rounds then prepared to head out to be properly tended to. I rummaged through my mother's wardrobe but nothing she had really fit me. I mean, how would it? She was a wirey-framed woman with a flat figure and I was a curvaceous goddess with an ass sculpted by Michelangelo. Funnily enough, the clothes that I eventually found for a fit were Carl's. I grabbed a pair of his jeans and one of his shirts as they were the only things that fit me, but I'm sure I don't need to tell you that they didn't look on me how they looked on him. His usually loose jeans were skin-tight against me, showing off every inch of my ass and thighs and I left half the buttons undone on my shirt, giving a fantastic view down my ample cleavage as it hung from my chest. My skin was so clear, I didn't even need any make-up - not that I'd know how to put any on even if it did. I grabbed my wallet and keys and looked at the time on my phone - 8pm. I got in my car and headed to the nearest bar - one I visited often as a guy - ready to try my luck with a one-night stand... only this time, I'd be the one being picked up. The bar I went to was called The Brewery and it was one of those places that was half-bar, half-nightclub. There was a dancefloor and music playing but you could also sit in a corner, have a conversation or sip your beer peacefully if you wanted. It was so weird being here as Tiffany though - oh, that's the name I gave my new form. I thought it best to sort it out beforehand this time. As Doug, I'd enter, and no one would give a second look. I'd have to spend ages scanning for a girl to talk to, then muster up the courage to do it and, more often than not, deal with the rejection that came afterwards. But when I walked in, it was like I had a police siren ringing and flashing lights on my tits - because everyone was staring at me. It definitely felt good to know that every guy in the room was watching my every moment, every strut of my thighs and every shake of my hips. I had barely settled onto a seat at the bar when I heard someone approach me, "Good evening." I turned to the source of the voice and there he was - the tall, towering figure that was Jean. Now here was a male body to be proud of. Jean looked like one of the guys you'd see on the front of a men's health magazine. He had broad, powerful shoulders and alluring, dark skin. His biceps were so nicely toned as they bulged in his tight t-shirt, along with his well-defined pecks. I took a few seconds of staring at him (and drooling over him) before I remembered that I knew him. Jean was the father of one of the guys I went to school with - Ray. I had met him a few times when I went over to hang out with his son, only I had never paid much attention to him before. And definitely not like the attention I was paying him now. Ray's parents were divorced, and I used to always look at his mom and think 'Why would you break up with her!?'. Admittedly, she was and probably still is, gorgeous - but now, having been on both sides of the coin, I could see that she was the one who was missing out on a catch. "I'm Jean, it's a pleasure to meet you," he continued, holding out his big hand and offering a shake. I took it and smiled - probably like a schoolgirl with a crush - because just the feeling of his strong grip on mine was enough to have me feeling weak. "Tiffany," I replied, "And the pleasure is all mine." He grinned widely. I'm guessing he could snag any woman he wanted so he probably knew he had me hooked. "Can I buy you a drink?" he said, following the social protocol. I nodded, hypnotised by the calm, confident aura he had about him, then blurted out without even thinking, "Uhhh yeah! As long as you take me home afterwards! Haha!" Oh shit, what did you just say!? I thought to myself, internally cursing at what an idiot I was being. But Jean didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to get a kick out of how open I was being with my lust for him. "Well, that can be arranged..." he said in a voice so deep it sounded like a growl before he put a hand on my knee and started running his fingers softly around the curvature of the bone. Our eyes locked for what seemed like an age before we were finally interrupted by the bartender asking what we wanted. He ordered us a bottle of wine and we began to sip as we 'introduced' ourselves. Of course, I already knew about Jean... roughly. Though some things he told me did surprise me - like how he toured around the country giving lectures on the latest developments in neuroscience. Still, he could have told me he was an unemployed bum and I would still have jumped him right then and there, but the things he told me - and the way he said it all, with such a seductive, assured manner - made me melt and hang on his every word. I told him I was a lawyer, like Carl. In fact, I just stole Carl's life as the basis for my fake backstory - but he seemed impressed. He said he was hoping to find his independent queen and obviously the story I told him made him think I could be that. I felt kind of bad that I was essentially lying to him, especially since he seemed so nice, but, at this point, if someone had told me I could stay in this body forever I would definitely volunteer to be his queen... Eventually it got to 9.30 and we had both clearly had enough. We had wanted each other pretty much on sight and we had only gotten hornier as time passed and our chemistry became apparent. He mentioned his house and I jumped on the chance to ask him to show it to me. He happily obliged and lead me to his car, driving me back to his house in a hurry. As we walked to his front door, I asked casually, "You mentioned a son. Is he at home?" "No, he moved out last month to a place of his own... So it'll just be me and you." Jean replied, and the look he gave me let me know we were in the clear for the fuck of my life. We got inside, and he began to diligently give me a tour of the place, but I wasn't the least bit interested. "Here's the living room", he said, passing through the room. But before he could go any further, I grabbed his arm, spun him around and pushed him down on the couch. His large frame landed with a thud and he was grinning ear to ear, probably happy to stop pretending like he cared about the tour either. I quickly got on top and straddled his hips, throwing my lips onto his to get a taste of his tongue. I could already feel his hard on growing in his jeans as I sucked on his lips and slobbered on his tongue. But, within a few seconds, he had already let me know he was going to be a 10x better fuck than Jimmy. He grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed it tight, trying to sink his strong fingers into my juicy flesh, then flipped our positions and slammed me down on the couch on my back. Jimmy was so passive - letting me do whatever once I got on top. But it was clear that Jean was the exact opposite. He was in charge and he made sure that I knew that from minute one. I instinctively wrapped my limbs around him as I felt him grind the bulge in his jeans against my crotch while his tongue danced inside my mouth. I felt his hands slide up my sides to my chest and roughly yank open the remaining buttons on my shirt, freeing my busty bosom. He grabbed and squeezed my tits, then pinched my nipples in between his first finger and thumb, making me squirm underneath him and moan against his lips. I felt such a rush of heat and lust that I had to break the kiss, just so I could breathe. I hornily panted out, "Fuck I want you..." then started pawing at the button on his jeans like a hungry wildcat. He could probably see how weak I was for him, which is why he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the couch and onto my knees. I don't know why, but I just felt totally submissive towards him - it felt like he could say anything and my body would just do it without question. He positioned me between his legs as he sat on the couch and undid his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, freeing his proud manhood. Jean's cock wasn't quite as huge as I was expecting it to be... but that was down to my (stupid) preconceptions. It was about the same size as Jimmy's, and yet I already knew Jean was going to be a hell of a lot better at using it. I was a little nervous, having never sucked a dick before - I mean, I hadn't even touched a dick that wasn't mine until yesterday so... But I could feel Jean's hand on the back of my head, pulling me towards his shaft and it made any anxiety I had disappear. I eagerly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and got my first taste - and just like before with being fucked, I could tell I was going to get addicted quickly. I started to drool and lap at his tip, sucking on it like the juiciest lollipop of my life before my lips subconsciously began to swallow more and more of his cock down my throat. I must have been doing a good job because I could feel Jean's hand move away from my head and just start to grab things - his forehead, the couch, his hair. The way he groaned was not only wildly erotic but also a testament that I must have been doing something right. To be honest, I was having so much fun sucking him off that if that's all he had wanted that night, I would have been absolutely fine with it. I felt like I was getting more and more familiar with his cock and what to do with every passing second, flicking my tongue against the underside of his head and playing with his balls with my fingertips. But, Jean wasn't satisfied with just that. "Come here..." he said in a low, assertive voice, before he grabbed my hair again and pulled me onto my feet while he stood up. He locked lips with me, kissing me sloppily as his hands moved down my body and grabbed onto my ass. Before I knew it, he lifted me up into his arms with minimal effort and started carrying me upstairs. I could feel my phat ass moulding against his fingers when he gripped me tight and I could feel the tip of his cock poking against my pussy with each step we took upstairs, teasing and torturing me - perhaps on purpose. I was already soaked by the time we reached the master bedroom and he threw me down on the mattress. He stood by the edge of the bed and looked at me, his masculine form a sight to behold - towering shoulders, deep, ridged abs, all topped off with the chest of a bodybuilder. He grabbed my legs and slapped his cock down against my pussy as he grunted, "Beg for it." Without hesitation I moaned out, "Please... Fuck me..." I was already putty in his hands and I wasn't afraid to let him see. He smirked and leaned forwards, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he slid himself inside me. Unlike Jimmy, he penetrated me slowly - with a controlled manner - letting me feel every single inch as it spread my pussy apart. I squirmed on the bed and arched my back, moaning out loudly in between deep breaths, trying desperately to remain calm. When he began thrusting, it nearly blew my mind. I felt his shaft hitting all the spots in my pussy that seemed to make my body quiver. He quickly picked up a steady rhythm, drilling my tight pussy as his balls slapped against my asscheeks. My tits began to bounce uncontrollably with each of his motions, providing a spectacular sight for both me and him. Having watched more than my fair share of porn, I thought of something that I knew would have driven me wild with lust. I grabbed my gigantic tits and shoved them towards my mouth, then opened my lips and started sucking on my nipples, making his eyes visibly widen. "Fuck, that's hot!" he cried out, slamming his cock into me even harder. He watched me with such intent, almost looking jealous that I was getting to suck on my delicious mounds. But, a few moments later he turned the table again and slid his right hand up my body from my stomach, past my tits and onto my neck. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it tight, pinning my head back down into the bed, compelling me to stop what I was doing and look right at him. This time it was my eyes that shot wide and, when he began talking dirty to me in that seductive voice of his, I lost it. "You're a naughty little slut, aren't you, princess?" he asked and all I could is nod frantically as I came right then and there, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my body thrashed wildly. He kept drilling me mercilessly, giving my pussy absolutely no respite until my body finally calmed down a minute or two later. When he finally stopped, I lay on the bed, panting exhaustedly for a minute. I had never felt an orgasm as a woman before and Jesus Christ it was powerful. I felt like my entire body had gotten weak and I needed a few seconds to come back to reality. "You came hard, huh?" he said with a proud grin. I giggled girlishly and nodded, then bit my lower lip as I locked eyes with him. He suddenly flipped me over and onto all fours as he growled, "My turn." He smacked my juicy ass, making it shake and ripple, before he climbed onto the bed and mounted me like a wild animal, shoving his cock back into my tight cunt. I screamed out in ecstasy as he resumed his assault, making my body tremble as my pussy felt sensations it had never felt before - sensations I had never even come close to feeling before as a man. He grabbed my long, dark hair in a tight bunch and wrapped it around his fist. He tugged on it tight and forced me to crane my neck back and look into his eyes as he towered over me. We locked eyes and he looked so damn sexy, I almost came from just that. "Who's your daddy?" he whispered. "You are! You are, daddy! Please fill up my tight little pussy! Please!" I could hardly believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, but they were just flowing without any planning on my part right now. The way his cockhead rubbed against my g-spot from this angle was out of this world. If it wasn't for his hand gripping my hair holding me up, I would have been a puddle of ecstasy lying flat on the bed. He grabbed my neck again with his free hand, choking me hard as he pounded out whatever pent up sexual frustration he must have had out on my pussy. Our fuckfest went on for what felt like days - I never wanted to stop - but eventually I could feel his groans getting louder. "You're on the pill, right?" he asked and I immediately nodded. It was only a second later that I realised he was asking about a different pill, but oh well, the end result is the same. His thrusts become more frenzied and erratic and, sure enough, he went over the edge. He gripped my hips tight and just focused on jackhammering into my pussy - letting me flop onto my stomach as his cock began spraying wave after wave of burning hot cum into my pussy. Of course, I came again too. How could I not? I was being given a fucking most people spend their lives waiting for and never getting. And by an absolute stud of a man to boot. As I felt his cum pouring out into me, I just took it with a gigantic grin on my face, my limbs spread out on the bed. He grunted and growled a bit longer before he pulled out and stroked the last of his cum out onto my ass, leaving a spray of white paint on my deep-brown skin. After that, he collapsed onto the bed on his back, clearly spent. I turned and admired his perfect body for a minute, his dark skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight. I shuffled towards him and cosied myself on his chest, snuggling in his arms as he wrapped them around me. We kissed and canoodled for a while before eventually, the pair of us drifted off to sleep - both in absolute heaven. Me probably doubly so. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The next morning I left Jean's house early, knowing I had to get back before my parents returned from their trip. Of course, Jean gave me another dicking down to remember before I left but you wouldn't want to hear about that now, would you? I hurried home and tidied the place up while I waited for the effects of the pill to wear off. I had the place looking spick and span, but there was one thing I had left to put right... the pill bottle. Obviously, I knew I had to return it. But I was in a massive bind. Having already taken two pills, Carl was sure to know someone had been into his drawer and he was sure to know it was me. Part of me tried to convince myself that that was good enough reason to keep the little bottle. If Carl, wanted it back, he'd have to have an uncomfortable conversation with me and maybe he'd rather just avoid it and buy a new bottle. Then again, maybe if I put it back and he didn't know how many were left, he wouldn't notice. I figured that was my best bet for getting away with it without fuss, so that's what I did. Soon enough I transformed. Yet again, it felt like something of a gut punch - knowing I was back in my 'normal', disappointing body. I got showered, got dressed and waited for my parents to return. Sure enough, they came back - looking all happy and tanned from their little holiday. My mom greeted me with excitement, asking me how I'd been and if I took care of myself alright (Oh yeah, I did...). Carl, on the other hand, gave me his usual, reserved greeting. This time though, I couldn't even look him in the eyes, knowing what I had done... But also what he was probably doing. I started to ponder the question again: Was Carl using X-Change? Was he out fucking guys, or maybe girls, with it? The question stayed in my head all week - and it was a torturous week. By the next morning, I could tell Carl was being weird with me. He was looking at me with an anger and a coldness beyond what he usually does. He barely said two words to me but he just kept staring at me. Even when I tried to ignore it, I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head. On top of that, it was hell for me to try and not think about those pills. Jean texted me and I couldn't help flirting back, pretending like I was Tiffany. We would sext and talk about all the ways he'd fuck me when he got his hands on me again and all I could do was cum to the thought. At first, I was mortified that I'd never get to fuck him again. But thankfully, I took a few selfies of myself as Tiffany so I had an option: Have clone pills made using the pictures I had. But I was already too broke for regular pills so the clone option was just a fantasy for now. And right now, any pills would do, to be honest. I just needed to feel that again - needed to have a gorgeous, busty, MILF body and be fucked like there was no tomorrow. That, and my lack of self-control, would be my downfall. The weekend came and my mother was off again - this time to visit her sister. It seemed she was always going on trips and, to be honest, I was delighted. One less person in the house meant I was that much more likely to get away with an antics I tried. And antics I tried. I couldn't take it. I knew Carl had probably caught onto what I had done, so I figured if I was going down, I'd go down a happy man. As soon as he left to drop my mom off at the train station, I snuck into their room, found his pills in the secret compartment and popped another. Yet again, I was delighted with the outcome. I wasn't Tiffany anymore, I was Stacy now. Stacy was another blonde MILF, but less bimbo than my first pill and much more 'Head Cheerleader turned Housewife'. Like the previous two MILFS I transformed into, I was stacked - beautiful, heaving chest and an hourglass figure that emphasised my round ass that much more. But, just as I was starting to explore my new body, I got the shock of my life. I turned around and, stood at the entrance of the room, was Carl - arms folded, scowl on his face. "SHIT! CARL!" I screamed, rushing to cover up my exposed form as I nearly died with embarrassment. He just walked over, shaking his head. "You little shit... I knew it was you!" As he marched over with his angry expression, I panicked and started backing up. Eventually, he trapped me against the wall and glared at me, continuing, "And I knew you'd pop one the second I left!" "H-how'd you know that!?" I asked, unsure whether to try and push him away or hide my body or just curl up in a ball and let the ground swallow me up. "Because you're so predictable. This is what everyone is like the first time they pop X-Change." I stayed silent for a bit, wondering if Carl was going to slap me - and he really looked like he might - but he didn't. Eventually, I decided it was okay to speak up, "You too, then?" It's a question I had been wondering about, so I figured I may as well ask. He didn't seem to confirm yes or no. He just stood still, keeping his stern expression. "You're not going to tell mom, are you?" "That depends," he said, his face starting to soften, "I have to punish you somehow for what you've done." "Uhh okay - I'll wash your car for a year, I'll do all the chores and whatever else you want." I was desperately looking for a way to get out of this unscathed... as if I could. "Oh, you're going to do whatever I want, alright..." he said in an ominous tone that let me know trouble was coming. Without any warning, he just unzipped his trousers and dropped them to the ground, his cock semi-hard in his boxers. "Whatever I fucking want..." He grabbed my hand and put it on his shaft, making me squeal out in surprise, "C-Carl... What the fuck!?" I could feel his cock growing and throbbing to my touch. I mean, I knew I wanted to fuck again but like this!? How was I going to fuck my mother's new husband!? While on the pills that I stole from him! But feeling his cock in my hands was making my new body respond on its own. I could feel my fingers twitching with the urge to squeeze and wrap around his dick. Still, this was so sudden. I started whining again, protesting at what he was trying to make me do. That's when he did it - he did slap me, making me shut up instantly. Partly because it made my cheek sting but mostly because - and I couldn't admit this to him - but it turned me on. He grabbed my neck and pinned me back against the wall, growling with his face aggressively close to mine, "That wasn't a request, slut." I had experienced being dominated by Jean and I loved it. He was rough and wild but also tender and caring. This time, with Carl, it was all of the former and none of the latter. But it still got my pussy wet. I felt so stupid for the way I was feeling, but I couldn't help myself. Without saying another word, I dropped down to my knees and immediately pulled his cock out of boxers. It sprung out and slapped me in the face - not particularly long, but thick and veiny. I started to open my mouth and reach my tongue towards it when Carl just grabbed his shaft and shoved it down my throat. I gagged reflexively and drooled over his cock, but he didn't seem to care. He just started bucking his hips wildly, clumsily - clearly motivated by anger and lust. I reached my hands for his thighs, looking for something to hold onto for support - to try and get some sense of stability in this situation but he just grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, denying me any autonomy as he just used my body for his pleasure. He glared down into my eyes as his balls swung against my chin and his cockhead hit the back of my throat over and over, "You love taking some fucking cock, don't you, you little whore? Yeah, I can see it in your eyes. It's the look that every X-Change girl gets when she finally gets her hand on some meaty cock like this." I wanted to slap Carl, I wanted to bite his cock off, I wanted to do something... but he was right. Even though it was him and even though I wasn't my initial intention, I really did love cock and I loved having his in my mouth. It was just too addictive. I got adjusted better with each of his thrusts, till eventually I was sucking on his dick and flicking my tongue against the tip, trying to wrestle some control back. His thrusts got less violent and he started moaning every couple of seconds - letting me know that I was having the intended effect. He finally pulled his cock away, grunting, "Shit, stop! You're gonna make me cum too quick!" I finally got the chance to breathe properly and I panted as I wiped the saliva off my lips. I stared at his cock - rock hard and dripping with my spit, then looked up into his eyes, a devilish grin forming on my model-esque new face. I got up onto my feet and pushed my giant tits against Carl's chest - in this body, I was taller than him and my bouncy mounds poked lightly against his chin. I put my hands on his shoulders and smirked, "I'm sorry I took your pills, Carl... But let me show you why it was money well spent on me." I pushed him down onto the bed and I could see the surprise on his face. He grinned as I crawled onto the bed and started to climb on top of him, "You little slut... Who knew you'd be such a cockwhore?" I didn't say anything. I just grabbed his cock and slid it into my tight, new pussy - unshaved blonde this time. I watched his face turn to one of pure pleasure as he threw his head back into the pillow and I start moving my hips slowly. The whole thing was getting to me quite quickly and I was already moaning and groaning within a few seconds. "Feels good, doesn't it, Carl?" I asked, getting a little cocky. He suddenly lifted his head and grabbed my neck again, choking me so hard that I couldn't say anything more even if I wanted to. Then he slapped me again, making me whimper and pout as I looked down into his eyes while he grumbled, "Don't think you've got the upper hand now, you little bitch. I'm still not letting you get away that easy." He started bucking his hips up into me, taking my pussy by surprise. My long, flowing hair bounced wildly, as did my tits which flailed almost painfully each time my body was thrust up into the air. It wasn't long before Carl made me cum and my body started trembling. I fell back onto the sheets, squirming with the intensity of my orgasms which only seemed to get stronger every time I had them. But Carl wasn't in the mood for mercy. He got up and flipped me onto my stomach, smacking my perky ass as it poked up in the air for him. "I always wanted to fuck a tight MILF like this..." he said as he spread my cheeks, "...right in the ass." My eyes widened with shock when I heard him say that, but I didn't even have the time to respond before he pushed the tip of his shaft into my asshole, his cock dripping with my cum in lieu of lube. I slammed my fists into the sheets and gripped them desperately as I adjusted to the brand new sensation of having my ass filled up. "You motherfucker, Carl!" He grunted and moaned - clearly my tight ass was making it hard for him to keep control. "Ah, shit... You're way too fucking tight!" He started pushing more of his cock inside me till he was about halfway in, then started thrusting back and forth. But it was clear he was struggling. He only managed a few movements before he was forced to pull his cock out and spray his cum all over me. "Unghhhh!" he cried out loudly. I looked back and watched him paint my pale ass and back with his hot cum. To be honest, even though Carl wasn't my favourite person, it still felt incredibly hot to see a guy cum for me like that. I almost turned around and started licking the cum he was shooting but I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction after what he just pulled. I just waited till he was done cumming and collapsed besides me, then piped up, "Told you it'd be worth it..." He was drained and clearly a bit exhausted, but he still managed an airy chuckle, "You're such a bold little slut..." He smacked my ass and it jiggled to his touch before I got up off the bed and head into the bathroom to clean up. As I wiped his cum off me, I heard him call out from the bedroom, "So how many guys did you fuck with my two pills, huh?" I smiled at myself in the mirror, remembering the fond times - particularly Jean. I called back, "Just the two." "Just the two, huh?" I heard some shuffling from the next room till he walked into the bathroom and stood behind me. He started kissing my shoulder and my neck while he squeezed my ass - which was a bit uncharacteristic and caught me a bit off guard - then continued, "Well I've got something I've always wanted to try and if you help me fulfil that fantasy then I'll get you as many pills as you want." My eyes widened with surprise. I had been struggling and racking my brain all this time as to how I'd get my hands on some more pills and here Carl was offering me an unlimited supply in return for some unnamed favour. I turned around and stared at him with a serious expression, "Really!? What's this fantasy then? It better not be anything gross." He laughed, "It's definitely not. I think you'll like it, actually. What I want is..." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*

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Title: Free Birds Ch. 04 Tags: sharon cum, sharon brought, thing cindy, ass eve, member team, ass covered, cindy brought, cum pee, sweat running, hit clit EMILY'S STORY - part 2 Hi, it's me, Emily Sterling again. When you left me in the last chapter, I was explaining about the 'close' relationship between me and my twin sister Kira, and why I feel so miserable. Melody, one of my basketball teammates had just finished cumming on my face, and now apparently Sharon, another teammate was going to take a turn. As I mentioned in the last chapter, too, Sharon was a red head. Now, I'm redheaded, but more of a coppery-brown shade, and my hair's cut short, even back then in high school. Sharon's was much longer, over her shoulders, straight and lustrous. Since her full name was Sharon Fitzgerald, you can probably picture her a little better. She had creamy, pale skin, with lots of freckles, some in places more interesting than just on her cheeks or nose. She had B cup breasts, very round and full, and like me, pink nipples, though quite long with wide areolas, a bright pink pussy and even her tight ass hole was pink inside, with a darker brown band around her anus. She was 5' 6" tall, 110 pounds, and played guard for our team. She walked over to me as I sat on the locker room bench, and pushed me backwards so that I was lying on my back again. She leaned down to kiss me, and after a quick kiss on the lips, said, "Umm, you smell GOOD, girl!" I guess I did, as I was still covered with Melody's cunt and ass juices. Sharon unbuttoned my blouse, which was somehow still on, unhooked my bra, and fondled my small breasts, but I guess my erect nipples gave away my readiness - that is, if my oozing muff didn't already, LOL. Then Sharon reached down into her bag by my foot, and swiveled herself around so that her panty-clad bottom was in front of my face, with her facing my already soaked pussy. I couldn't see what she was doing. I heard a click, then a buzzing and I became confused. Now, this might sound funny to you, but, as experienced as I was with Kira's, and now Melody's fingers, tongue, and other cute girl body parts, I had never had any experience with vibrators or dildoes, or anything else inside my pussy, even a candle stick, other than a girl's tongue or fingers. So when Sharon lightly touched my labia with the 7" vibrator, then slowly ran it up towards my clit, she got my attention very rapidly! She pushed her sweet white butt back into my face, so I started kissing her ass, which smelled heavenly to me. I've always loved the smell of another girl's ass, starting with Kira and continuing through the present day. And if a girl's had that ass all covered up for the whole day, or longer, building up that delicious feminine musk, especially if she's been thinking about fucking the whole time, then it's even better. Female ass rules! I love looking at it, I love smelling it, and I REALLY love eating it. I pulled her panties down so that I could get to the really good parts, and that's when I found out about Sharon's pink hole. I had her panties pulled down to her mid thigh, her perfectly white ass cheeks looked perfectly firm and round, though they quivered nicely as she moved. Between those perfect globes was nestled her tight, puckered hole, peeking sweetly out at me in an inviting way. And then, below that perfect ass, was a perfect split peach, all juicy and dripping as though just plucked from the tree, ready for eating. Sharon pressed her now uncovered bottom onto my face, literally sitting on my face, and so long as my nose was exposed enough so that I could continue to get air, I was fine with the rotation from pussy to ass to pussy again, and again. Her tiny puckered rosebud of her anus swallowed up my tongue, after I forced it through her tightly guarded opening. It seemed that she wanted her ass lover, me, to fight for her treasure there, but once achieved, she welcomed my tongue back inside her over and over. And I loved entering her. Her pussy, on the other hand, was wet and dripping, and I had no problem slipping two fingers inside her wet, slick hole. I loved licking that little peach, and would have eaten her all day if that buzzing little toy of hers hadn't hit my clit and set me off. "Shit!!! Fuck!!" I yelled from beneath her hot ass. I didn't know what else to say, it was like hitting your thumb with a hammer, only it felt good. I didn't know that jazzing my clit hard with a buzzing vibrator could make me explode inside, and cuss too, but then, 10 minutes before, I had never heard of a vibrator. I came at least 5 times, all in a row, and I think I even gushed. I'd never done that before, but then I'd never been 'buzzed' by another girl, either. I'd have to ask Sharon if she'd sell me that vibrator. Things that felt that good must be illegal, 'cause it sure as hell wasn't fattening! Just after Sharon climbed down off me, she did something totally unexpected, that greatly excited me, and gave me something to think about, too. Sharon brought her hand around to her front, facing me, and cupped her hand below her hot pussy, looking me in the eyes as she concentrated. I heard a sizzling sound for a few seconds, and a few drops of some hot liquid splashed on my stomach. Sharon brought her hand over my face, and poured the contents of her cupped palm on my face, rubbing it into my skin. The hot, salty acrid taste and smell gave it away instantly. It was her piss! Sharon had peed into her cupped hand, and then splashed and rubbed it into my face, some of the salty liquid getting into my mouth. "There's part two of your initiation, frosh," she said, then leaned down and french kissed me, her tongue all over my pee-wetted face and mouth. I never encountered anything that exciting before. I knew I'd want to do something like that again. We heard a couple of the other girls entering the locker room, so we hustled up to look like we were getting dressed. I didn't have time to put my panties or bra on under my practice shorts and jersey, so I just went naked underneath, and I hoped that no one would smell my cummy cunt. There was no way I could get by with a cum, pee and ass covered face though ("What's that on your face, Em? It looks like a girl's cum?" "No, it's a new facial cream I'm trying for zits, LOL."), so I sprinted for the handwash sinks to splash water on my face, then wiped it as best I could. I could definitely smell Melody and Sharon's cum and pee up inside my nose though, which kept my pussy wet. On the way out of the locker room, on the way to the girl's gym, Cindy and Eve whispered to me, "We're not through with you, newbie. Stick around after practice." I grinned, but didn't say anything. Coach Ledbetter, or 'Maria,' as she preferred to be called ran a hard practice, and we were sweating up a storm. I could feel sweat running down my stomach, then into my crotch and, with no cotton panties to wick it up, off my pussy lips, tickling me. Coach Ledbetter was about 30, and she looked a little butch, but very cute. She had medium length brown hair, brown eyes, 34A breasts, nice hips and ass, and she was 5'9" tall. She was tough, but fair, and helped me to become a better player, in many senses of the word. After an hour and a half, she finally called off practice, and told us to hit the showers. Then Cindy spoke up. "Coach Maria," she said, in her lilting voice, "Young Emily here has asked that Eve and I help her with her moves. Would it be alright with you then, if we should continue to practice here, and make her better?" Coach smiled, and said, "Sure thing, Cindy. I think you certainly could help Emily with her moves. I'll lock the doors from the outside so that you're not disturbed, and you can concentrate on the fundamentals." Still smiling, she walked off, leaving me alone with Cindy, the Caribbean beauty, and Eve, the blonde with the bald pussy. After everyone was gone, Cindy walked over to me, and put her index finger under my chin, lifting it up so that I was looking into her startling green eyes. She said, "Now, young girl, you will learn how we play in the islands. It is a GOOD thing that you have green eyes, we are both blessed, young girl!" She put her hands on the hem of my jersey, and quickly lifted it up, over my head. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, that left me topless. I looked at her with astonishment. "Oh yes, young lady, we ARE going to practice basketball, yes indeed, but no one said that we cannot have fun while doing it, now did they?" Her voice, and manner charmed me, and I grinned at her. "Okay," I said. "But how about you?" "Oh yes, she said, as she stripped off her own top, and her sports bra, her enormous D cups spilling out. They looked so luscious and beautiful! She was definitely all woman. Eve stripped off her top, and I got to see her B cups, nice and full and round, with small brown nipples and areolas. I felt small by comparison, as I was barely developed there, and never would be as big as either of them. I went to get a basketball, and Cindy said, "Not yet, young woman, we're not in our practice uniforms yet." She put her hands on my shorts, and yanked them down to the floor. I stepped out of them. "I thought that I smelled a fine young piece of pussy out there," she laughed, then pulled down her own shorts, as Eve did the same. They were both wearing sweat-soaked panties. "It's not fair if you both have panties on and I don't," I said. "Just what we were thinking," Eve grinned as they both pulled their wet panties down their legs. Eve's bald pussy was gleaming under the gym's halogen lights, and Cindy's brown bush was proud and prominent. I couldn't take my eyes off Eve's pink pussy lips, or Cindy's humongous tits. Now all each of us was wearing, were a pair of basketball shoes and white athletic socks. Other than that, we were completely naked, and dripping with sweat. "Alright, young girl," Cindy said, bouncing the ball out to me at the free throw line. "You can practice driving to the basket now." I looked at her strangely. She really DID want to practice? I shrugged my thin shoulders, and, dribbling, drove at an angle for the basket to make a lay up. Just as I got to about 5' from the hoop, both Eve and Cindy moved into and under me, and I found my naked sweaty girl body running into two other, equally sweaty girl bodies. Our naked bodies rubbing into each other, over and over as we practiced, and re-practiced my moves, put a normally mundane part of improving basketball skills into a whole new perspective. Eve taught me some new defensive moves, when I dribbled into the lane in front of the basket backwards, letting my ass protect the ball from the defender. So Eve bellied me up, pushing her slick naked front against my full, round ass, and 'swatting at the ball,' and coincidentally touching my swollen clit a couple of dozen times while doing so. I guess I didn't mind so much, as that led to a few orgasms. Unfortunately, every time I came, Eve or Cindy would steal the ball from me! Cindy and Eve actually showed me different things that I could do to improve my moves, but we all seemed to keep banging into each other, Cindy's sweet tits pressing against me, her nipples stiffly erect, her hairy bush rubbing into my ass, or Eve's slick gash slipping on the outside of my thigh as she, quite literally, 'rode my hip.' Sweat was running down our bodies after a half hour of this, all of our nerve endings jangled with sexual tension as we could smell, and see each other's soaking wet muffs, and could even taste pussy, as happened in the last play of this extemporaneous practice, as Cindy drove on me under the basket, trying to lay the ball in, and me trying to defend against her. Cindy had a great vertical leap for a girl, 34" at her best, which meant that she could get herself, and every part of her body, about 34" higher after jumping than it would be otherwise. Well, she leapt up to finger roll the ball in while I was vainly trying to stop her, about a foot in front of the hoop. That put her pink, sloppy wet pussy, and my face, in the same place, and I got 'teabagged,' as the guys call it. You can imagine what that might be like, hee hee. Cindy made the basket, then leaned down to pick me up off the floor, where her hips hitting my head had put me. "Are you alright, little girl?" She said, not unkindly. "Most other girls would have backed off," she said. "Most other girls are probably smarter than me," I said, ruefully. Cindy hugged me, her hot, sweaty body rubbing against mine. I heard Eve say, "And we've got your initiation to take care of now, Emily. Then you'll REALLY be a member of the team." Eve took my hand and, followed by Cindy, we walked, still naked to the back of the gym. "We need some real privacy for this," she said. I was curious what she meant. The girls' gym had those fold out bleachers, the old wooden kind, that slide out like one side of a Mayan pyramid, and that leave a big space underneath that can't be seen from anywhere else in the gym. One section had been left folded out, and Eve led me by the hand under the bleachers about 20' in, halfway to the end. It was like a cozy, little hideaway. She had me stand on a little wooden platform, making me about 4" taller. I noticed that Cindy had brought a bag with her, but Eve distracted me by taking me in her arms and kissing me SO sweetly. I could feel her hot, wet body against me, her full, round breasts pressing against my smaller chest, her bald pussy rubbing against my slightly hairier one. Eve had a wonderful way of kissing, and I adored feeling her holding my naked, slippery bottom. I moaned into her mouth with pleasure, and my hands came up to caress her sweet breasts, slick against mine. Then Cindy took her place in my arms, and I thought, 'Getting to kiss them is a pretty easy initiation.' It was then that I felt the hard thing between Cindy's legs bouncing against my thigh. "What the fuck...." I said, and looked down in horror to see that Cindy had this gigantic dick between her legs, and a strap around her waist securing the thing. "What the hell is that?" I squeaked, and Cindy took her hand and hefted what turned out to be a 14", and thick, double headed dildo, 7" of it sticking out in front of her, and 7" buried in her tight Caribbean cooze. "This would be half of your initiation, young girl," she said, smiling. "If it is a place on the team you are desiring, that is." I looked at the monster cock between her legs, and it looked as though it were the size of a baseball bat. "You want to put that up inside me?" I said, doubtfully. "That is the traditional place for it, yes," she said. I hid my face in her shoulder and mumbled something. "What did you say, young one?" Cindy asked. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. "I said, 'I've never been fucked' - I'm afraid," I said. "We'll be gentle with you, little one," she said softly. "Would you like it to be some man who is your first?" I shook my head no. "Just....please....go slow, please," I pleaded. Cindy brought her face to mine, leaning down, her warm breath sweet on my face, her lips caressing mine, teasing me, exciting me, the rubber dildo between my thighs now. Cindy was a marvelous lover, teasing and making me wet, until I could feel the tip of the dildo pressing against my opening. "Easy, let it slip in," she whispered, her lips soft against my cheek, her warm breath in my ear. I lifted my hip up so that it could slip in and I experienced a marvelous feeling of fullness that took my breath away. "Uhh, just let me catch my breath," I said. I looked down, and the rubber dick was about half way inside me. "Yeah, okay, a little more," I said, and Cindy entered me another inch deeper. "Ohh, darling, your little pussy is so tight, and hot on my big dick. I want to fuck your sweet hole," Cindy whispered, as she slid herself the rest of the way inside me. When a little bumpy thing at the middle part of the dildo hit my clit, I saw fireworks. I clutched Cindy like I never wanted to let her go, and I never did. I guess you never forget your first real fuck, I know I never will! Then, the real excitement began. Cindy began slipping the cock out of me, and it felt like she was slipping away from me. "No, no," I babbled, but soon quieted when I felt her filling my hungry pussy again. In and out, I think you all know how it works, she fucked me splendidly, ramming me home. I could see what the attraction in guys might be now, although I was just fine with another girl on the business end doing me. We had a nice rhythm set up, her fucking in, me pushing my pussy further onto her, her pulling out, me pushing my pussy even further onto her, LOL, when Eve embraced me from behind. 'What a nice, loving thing to do,' I thought. She was hot against my ass. Then I noticed that she, too, had an unexpected addition to her sex, and she was intent on putting it up my poop chute. Surprisingly, this went a little easier for me, because I had always enjoyed feeling Kira's fingers up my ass, and I knew how to relax my sphincter, plus I knew now what they were up to. I only hoped that she didn't have a dildo as big as Cindy's, because I didn't think I could take something that big up my ass! Eve was expert at slipping the, fortunately, smaller dildo into my ass, apparently this wasn't the first time that she had fucked another girl's ass hole. The two girls coordinated their pumping, so that they occasionally both filled me at the same time, and I could feel them rubbing against each other, with only the thin tissue of my vagina and rectum keeping them apart, and at other times pushing me backwards and forwards with the ferocity of their fucking. Both girls were hugging and kissing me, Cindy kissing my lips, and frenching me SO sexily, her tongue fucking my warm little mouth, just as her big dick was fucking my little twat, and Eve was nipping at my neck and shoulders with her sharp little teeth, the pain of her love bites adding a piquant touch to the ecstasy that their mutual fucking of my ass and cunt were bringing to me. Although I had made both Melody and Sharon cum dozens of times each earlier, before practice, I hadn't had much opportunity to cum myself, and the tension and the pleasure had been building inside me, from having two hot girls sit on my face, covering me with their sexy cream, to having these two girls tease me with their naked bodies, until now, when they were openly filling me with their love, no teasing, just raw, thrusting sex. The sensations overwhelmed me until I moaned loudly, waves of sexual pleasure crashing over me, everything around me fading out, only the sensations of two hot, sweaty female bodies pressed against and inside of mine filling my perceptions. I felt as though I were floating, the most exquisite sensations diffusing through my body, a new pleasure discovered, and new friends made. The two girls began to slow their pumping, as they concentrated on moving the dildos inside themselves more than inside me, until essentially they were fucking themselves against me, and I became the girl with two dicks, LOL. As they shook with the intensity of their own orgasms, we slowly collapsed into a heap of sated lesbian lust on the floor, and I knew that I was now a member of their team! Except for one more thing.

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Title: Hotel Exhibitionist Ch. 01 Tags: wife, exhibitionist, voyeur, hotel, nude, husband Kymberly Marsh checked into the Whispering Creek Resort Hotel two minutes after her room became available, just as she had planned. The convention wouldn't start for another four hours or so, but she had things to do before the mixer that preceded that evening's presentation. After she confirmed her room and picked up her key, Kymberly walked down the hallway to the elevator. The porter offered to take her small suitcase, but she told him it was no trouble for her to take it. She pulled it on wheels behind her. As she walked to the elevator, Kymberly appreciated the expansive hotel lobby, with its wide, plank-wood floor and fine-grained oak wall paneling. Heavy, wooden chairs and stained glass light fixtures reflected the arts and crafts style in which the hotel had been built nearly a hundred years earlier. For a time, the hotel had fallen into disrepair, but, in the past ten years, new owners had restored it to its earlier glory. The hotel, consisting of seven buildings that sprawled over lush, verdant grounds next to a prize-winning golf course, now was a favorite site for conferences and conventions. Kymberly, a pharmaceutical representative, had arrived to attend an industry convention for the weekend. At the elevator, she pushed the up button. Her room was on the fourth, and top, floor. She looked at her reflection in the mirror between two elevator doors. Kymberly was 44 years old, but she didn't look her age. A life of good eating habits and regular exercise had kept her skin youthful and her figure trim and firm. Dark, thick, long hair framed an arresting face, feminine but strong, with bold dark eyes, high cheekbones and square jaw, and lush, full lips. Kymberly wore a boat-necked knit shirt and a snug skirt that stopped just over her knee. Trim, shapely legs showed beneath the skirt and ended in two-inch black pumps with chunky, forgiving heels -- her travel shoes, as Kymberly called them. Kymberly had worked as a pharmaceutical representative for over 15 years, and she was skilled at what she did, but she knew that appearance mattered in this job, as it did in so many things. As she waited for the elevator, Kymberly's appearance attracted the attention of two men in sport coats and open-collared shirts standing behind her. She saw their reflections in the mirror. One obviously was staring at her butt, and he was elbowing the other one. They seemed to be unaware that she could see what they were doing in the mirror. "Men," she thought. "They're so predictable. And so clueless." Kymberly and her admirers got on the elevator together. The two men were going to the fourth floor as well. She kept her eyes ahead of her on the elevator door, but she knew they were checking her out. Men always were checking her out. Fortunately for Kymberly, she didn't mind being checked out, most of the time. Kymberly liked being looked at, so long as the men doing the looking weren't being too rude or too obvious. With a metallic sigh, the elevator doors opened. The two men stood to the side to let Kymberly get out first. Kymberly was enough of a traditionalist to appreciate chivalrous gestures, but she was enough of a realist to know that what they really wanted was to stay behind her so they could look at her butt. She knew it looked good, too, in her form-fitting skirt and in G-string panties that left no line in back. Outside the elevator door, the hallway forked. Kymberly's room was straight ahead. Her admirers turned down the other hallway to the right. Kymberly had to walk the length of the hallway to the end of the building to reach her room. Once inside, she wheeled the small suitcase to the bed. Her attention was drawn first to the large window that extended the width of the room and from the ceiling to about two feet off the floor. Thick drapes were drawn all the way back. Outside the window, she could see another building of the hotel, about 100 feet away. The room was spacious, attractive, and clean. To one side was a small desk with a chair, and to the other side was a queen-sized bed. A package, with an envelope on top of it, lay on the bed. The front of the envelope bore the words "Open Me" in familiar handwriting. Kymberly recognized the handwriting of her husband, Robert. When Kymberly had decided to attend this convention, she had thought Robert would come with her. But an important business project on which Robert was working required his participation in several time-sensitive meetings on Saturday, the second day of the convention, so he was unable to join her. She would go to the convention alone. Not long before she departed, however, Robert told her over dinner about an idea he had. "Kymmie," he had said. Robert was the only one who ever called her that. "I'm going to miss you next weekend when you're at the convention. But I have an idea. A kind of game. Something to keep us connected while you're away. Are you interested?" "What sort of game?" she had asked. Robert was serious and meticulous about his work -- it was a big part of why he was so successful. But with Kymberly, he could be playful and creative. Kymberly knew that Robert enjoyed her good looks, and enjoyed showing her off. In the last few years he had begun coming up with ways to dress her in skimpy, revealing clothing when they went out. Six months earlier they had gone on a vacation in the tropics, and Robert had convinced Kymberly to spend nearly all her time on the trip in skimpy bikinis or very short dresses. Kymberly resisted playing the role of eye candy at first, but eventually she found that she liked it. She liked how much it excited Robert, and the showing-off games had led to great sex. Plus, Robert's fetish for dressing her up had done wonders for her wardrobe and shoe collection. After Kymberly had posed her question Robert stared at her. She didn't know what he wanted her to do, but she could tell he was determined to see it through. It would be hard to resist him. It always was. "I want to keep it a surprise," he had said to her. "Are you game for a surprise? I don't want to say what it is. I want you to trust me, and tell me you'll go along with it. You will enjoy it, I assure you, though it won't always be easy. Can you do that?" Kymberly had no idea what he was asking her to do, but so far, she had enjoyed his games. She trusted Robert. "Sure," she had said. "I'll go along. What do you want me to do?" "I'm not going to say anything now. You'll know when you get there. OK?" "Well, that's cryptic," she had said. "But O.K." He had smiled. "Good," he had said. "I've got some ideas. This is going to be good. Really good." Two weeks after that conversation, Kymberly stood in the hotel room with the envelope bearing her husband's handwriting in her hands. She tore it open. "Dearest Kymmie," it said. "I miss you. I wish I could be there. But since I can't, I have a game I want to play with you while you are away. I think you will enjoy it. "The only rule of the game is this: do what I tell you to do. "My first two instructions are these: First, take all your clothes off. Second, text me when you have done so." Kymberly stared at the words on the paper in front of her. Her heart beat a little faster than it had a minute before. She wondered where Robert was going with this. She was alone in her room, so taking her clothes off wouldn't be difficult or risky. She enjoyed playing games with Robert, and there was plenty of time to play before the convention festivities began. She smiled to herself and decided to play along. She walked to the window and closed the drapes. She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. She pulled the shirt over her head. Then she unsnapped the bra and tossed it on the bed and pushed the tiny G-string down and off her legs. When she was done, she picked up her phone. "I'm naked," she texted Robert. Robert obviously was waiting for her reply because he texted back immediately. "Good," he texted. "But did you leave the drapes open?" "No," she texted back. "I closed them before I took my clothes off." "I didn't instruct you to do that. You are to do only what I instruct you. Now you need to go back to the window, naked, and completely open the drapes to your room." "What?" Kymberly thought. "I can't do that! It's broad daylight, and people from the convention may see me." Before she could text her objection to Robert, however, he texted her back. He had anticipated her objection. "It is sunny outside," he texted. "The sun is reflecting off your window. No one from outside can see clearly into your room." "How do you know that?" she texted back. "Because I've been in that room," he texted. Kymberly didn't know that. He hadn't told her that. "What? When?" she texted. "I made arrangements for you to get that room. I've been in it. I also have looked in that window from outside. It will be difficult to see you. Go to the window now and draw the drapes completely open." "When were you here?" she texted back. "Don't worry about that," he texted. "Just do as I say. That is the game. You said OK when I asked if you were willing. Play along. You won't be disappointed." Kymberly walked, naked, to the window. She walked to the side where the cord hung to draw the drapes open. She took a deep breath, and pulled on the cord, hand over hand. The drapes pulled open until she was done. She was pressed against the wall to minimize her exposure. To move back into the room, she would have to move away from the wall and expose herself. After a few seconds and a deep breath, she did so. She walked away from the wall, her fully nude body just a foot away from the window. Before she moved farther back into the room away from the window, she looked outside for signs of any person that might be able to see her. The building opposite her was four stories high as well, and it was laid out in such a way that there was only one room on the top floor that had a clear view to her room. The drapes of that room were drawn but she couldn't tell if there was anyone in it -- the light inside was too dim. Four stories below her, a concrete path curved between the two buildings. Two people walked together on the path immediately beneath her room, but they were looking ahead, not up at her window. It appeared no one could see her. But it was thrilling to stand naked so close to the window, knowing that if someone were in the right place and knew where to look they could see her fully nude body. Kymberly moved closer to the window, pressing her hands against the glass. She shifted her body forward until her the tips of her nipples touched the glass as well. She felt the warmth of the air outside passing through the glass and radiating through her nipples and her breasts. After holding that position for a minute, Kymberly moved away from the window into the depths of the hotel room. She kept walking until she was in the bathroom, out of sight of the window. She texted Robert to let him know what she had done. "Good," he texted. "Now, you need to walk to the bed, slowly, without covering yourself. And open the package on the bed. When you are done, stand there, and text me." She opened the package. It was wrapped in purple paper, and white cardboard inside. She pulled the lid off to see the contents. Inside the package were four items. One was a pair of gym shorts -- form-fitting, very short, colored purple with a black, curved strip on the side. Another was a sport bra. It, too, was purple, with a black band that hugged the underside of the cup for each breast. Another was a pair of purple heel socks. The final item was a pair of workout shoes, in white and black with a purple stripe. Kymberly smiled. Robert was keen on coordinating colors. And he liked to see her in purple. She texted him. "Thank you for the workout outfit. What do you want me to do with this?" "Go to the window and slowly put this outfit on. Text me when you are done." Kymberly gathered the workout clothes in a bunch and held them in front of her as she walked to the window. She and Robert had played some voyeur-exhibitionist games before, but nothing as elaborate or as planned as what they were doing now. Robert seemed to have planned and prepared this game meticulously. The thought of where it might lead scared her a little, but it thrilled her, too. She stood close to the window again, completely naked except for the clothes she clutched in front of her at her waist. Her phone pinged again. "Are you in front of the window?" Robert texted. He seemed to be especially bossy with his games today, she thought. But she had to admit that she often liked when Robert took control. She wasn't sure if this was one of those times, but her heart was racing and her skin was tingling, and she hadn't said "no" to him yet. "Yes, I am!" she replied. "Let me get dressed!" It was a good thing he was hundreds of miles away. Had he been there he might have threatened to give her a spanking for her cheekiness. It was a threat he usually did not carry out, and when he did it nearly always was with a grin. But even so, she was feeling nervous enough without the added pressure of his physical presence. She put the shorts on first, without underwear. She leaned over and pulled them up her legs, one at a time. They were small and tight, and she had to pull hard to draw them all the way to her waist. They hugged her buns snugly. She looked out the window and realized that her naked breasts were no more than a foot from the glass as she bent over, and fully exposed. Fortunately, she saw no one below. She looked at the window of the room across from her. She saw nothing. It was the only room with a good view into her room. It was at the end of the building, and to the left the building bent away from hers at an angle, so the other rooms didn't get a straight view to her building. She supposed that the occupant of the room below it could see if they looked carefully. She saw no movement or sign of occupancy from either room. After donning the shorts, she pulled the jog bra over her head. It, too, was snug. The cups of the bra hugged her ample breasts well, but the bra still was skimpy and showed a lot of cleavage. The bra took some tugging and adjusting to get it on right. When she was done, she put on the socks, and shoes. "I'm done," she texted. She walked over to the full-length mirror to see herself. Kymberly worked out several times a week, every week, but never in an outfit this skimpy. The shorts looked tiny, with an absurdly brief inseam. The waistband lay shockingly low on her waist and her thighs were exposed almost all the way to her butt cheeks. The bra was made of a stretchy material that was sturdy enough to hold things in place, but it was skimpy too, and left a lot of cleavage. The effect of the ensemble was to show off nearly as much skin as she would show in a bikini on the beach. Kymberly had seen a few girls at the gym wearing similar outfits, but not many, and all of them, she was sure, had been 20 years younger. She took a full-length photo of herself in the mirror and texted it to Robert. He texted back immediately. "You look beautiful. Now it's time to work out before the evening festivities. Do you know where the hotel fitness center is?" "No, I don't," she replied. "I can look it up in the hotel guide." The guide was sitting on the desk in the room. "No, don't," he texted right back. "Take your phone and your room key, and go to the front desk to ask them where the fitness center is. Take a selfie in the lobby, then go to the fitness center." "I can't do that!" she texted. "Everyone is showing up for the convention now. They'll see me!" "Exactly," he texted. "Everyone will see you. Time to get going." Kymberly grabbed her room key and phone, but she paused at the room door. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this. Robert was getting a thrill from it, and she was excited. But Robert had never played out his voyeuristic fantasies with her to this degree, and she was nervous where they might lead, especially at a convention of her peers and customers. She wondered what Robert had in mind. She hesitated. She was nervous about not knowing what Robert wanted her to do next. At the same time, if she didn't leave the room, she would never find out. She wanted to find out. Her curiosity -- and the thrill of the unknown -- won out over her nervousness. She opened the door and walked into the hallway, the door closing behind her with a chunk. She walked briskly to the elevator. She had no desire to loiter in the outfit. The feel of the cool air on her skin reminded her how much of her skin was exposed. As she neared the elevator she saw the two men who had been ogling her before approach it at the same time, from the other wing of the hotel. She saw their eyes widen when they saw what she was wearing. They paused to let her enter the elevator first, and she knew they were staring at her ass clad in the skimpy, skin-tight purple and black shorts. In the elevator one of the two men spoke up. "Going to get a workout? I hear the fitness center here is excellent," he said. "Yes," she said. "I want to get some exercise before the evening events. Are you here for the convention, too?" "We are," he said. "Skip and I are from Tolydyne. I hope we see you at the speech tonight." "I'm sure you will," Kymberly said with a smile. The elevator let out a "ding" as it reached the ground floor. "See you then." She left the elevator knowing both men were staring at her ass as she walked out. As Kymberly had expected, the lobby at this hour was crowded with convention-goers checking in for the weekend. Most of them were dressed in business casual clothes -- men in khaki pants and long-sleeve or polo-style shirts, women in skirts or pants. No one else in the lobby was dressed in form-fitting short shorts and a workout bra, as she was. Kymberly walked to the front desk, knowing her husband wanted her to be dressed this way, and keenly aware that she stood out like a peacock in a flock of pigeons. Kymberly tried to keep her eyes straight ahead, but she couldn't help but notice the heads that turned toward her to watch her as she walked to the front desk. She saw many eyes widen, a few jaws drop, and at least one woman's thin lips turn down in disapproval. By the time she reached the front desk, the concierge was looking at her with wide eyes; she had his full attention. "Where's the fitness center?" she asked. She felt ridiculous asking. She could have found out by looking at the hotel guide in her room. "I'll show you," he said, and he beckoned her with his hand to come nearer. She did so, and he pulled out a map from behind the front desk and put it on the counter between them. Kymberly had to lean over to see it. By doing so she exposed a considerable expanse of cleavage to the concierge, and she showed off her barely clad butt to everyone in the lobby around her. The shorts stretched incredibly tightly over her bottom. The fabric was so thin it almost felt like she was naked. "We're here," the concierge said, pointing to one place on the hotel map. It seemed to Kymberly that his finger crawled over the map to the next stop, that he was dragging this out more than necessary. It also seemed to her that his eyes were straying from the map to her cleavage more than was necessary. "Here's the fitness center," the concierge said at last. "You just go down this corridor past the elevators, then turn right, and keep going and you'll see a sign for it on the right side." He was talking to her but his eyes didn't look at hers; they were moving back and forth between the map between them and the expanse of skin above her workout bra. "Thanks," Kymberly said, and she turned around. She could have sworn that when she did so at least a dozen faces -- not all men -- turned abruptly away from her. She was aware, more than ever, that, amid a large group of business and professional people checking into the hotel for the weekend, she was the only one dressed in skimpy workout attire. "I hope Robert likes this, at least," she thought. As if on cue, Robert sent her another text message. "Did you get the directions?" "Yes," she replied. "Good. Before you go to the fitness center, stand in the middle of the lobby and take a selfie with your phone, with your back to the check in counter." "I can't do that!" she texted back. "Everyone will be looking at me! "I have a reputation to keep here!" she texted again before he could reply. "Everyone will look at you," he replied. "That's a good thing. They will talk about you. They will want to talk to you later. It will help you." Kymberly wondered about that. She was a 44-year-old woman dressed in not much more than a bikini standing in the lobby of a luxury hotel surrounded by customers and competitors in her industry. She had no doubt that she was the focus of a lot of attention. Men, especially the older ones, would be looking at her with unabashed desire. That didn't worry her too much. It was the women's reaction she worried about. Some might admire her gumption in being so bold. But others might resent her. She couldn't do something that would hurt her ability to represent her company. But she had told her husband she would play his game. And, secretly, she wanted to play it. A part of her liked knowing that she was the center of attention. She walked toward the center of the lobby and stopped under a large, Tiffany-glass chandelier. She pulled her phone out and held it as far from her as she could so Robert would see her figure in the little outfit with the check in desk behind her. She snapped the photo and then sent it to Robert. She held the phone and look around her to see if anyone was looking at her taking the picture. She saw more than a few faces turned toward her. Then, with chagrin, she heard a familiar, high-pitched voice. "Kymberly!" the voice called out from behind her. "Did you get a good picture?" Kymberly turned around to face her interrogator. It was Kristin Conway, a sales representative from one of her company's main competitors. Kristin and Kymberly had known one another for nine years, and they saw one another frequently at pharmaceutical industry events. Kymberly had long known that Kristin saw her as her arch-rival. Kristin was the last person Kymberly wanted to see right now. "Hello, Kristin," said Kymberly, her face warm with embarrassment. "Nice to see you." Kristin looked Kymberly up and down twice. "Nice outfit!" she said. "Is this part of Sintrell's new marketing campaign?" "Bitch," Kymberly thought. Kristin -- short, blonde, and blue-eyed -- constantly maintained the perky, bubbly manner of a high school cheerleader. But, Kymberly thought, if you looked more closely you could see she moved through a crowd like a shark swimming through a crowd of fish. She always was sniffing for blood in the water. Now, obviously, she thought she had found it. "No," Kymberly replied. "I'm going to get a workout done before tonight." "Good idea!" said Kristin. "It gets harder and harder to maintain that figure as we age, doesn't it? But you seem to be doing a good job at it." Kristin was ten years younger than Kymberly, and never failed in their encounters to bring up the subject of age. "Thank you," Kymberly replied. "Well, I better get going." Kristin's eyes swept over Kymberly's body a last time. "See you later," she said. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of people joining you soon to keep you company." She flashed a big smile and walked away. Ugh, Kymberly thought. The less she had to do with Kristin Conway at this convention, the better. She became aware again that she was standing in a hotel lobby crowded with fully dressed people, and she was the only one who was barely dressed. She quickly left and started down the hallway to the fitness center. It was time to find out what else Robert had in store for her. It wasn't hard to find. In contrast with the arts and crafts style of the hotel, the fitness center was austere and modern. Mirrors lined the walls so guests could watch themselves as they worked out. Treadmills, stair climbers, and other cardio machines were clustered to one side in front of several television screens. Various weight machines were centered in the middle, and the free weights and barbells and benches were set off to the other side. Ping. She looked down. "Are you there?" "Yes," she texted him. "Start on the treadmill. After a warmup do some fast intervals so you work up a good sweat. Pick a treadmill in the middle of others to maximize the number of people who can see you." "He's really thought of everything," she thought. That was Robert -- always a meticulous planner. There were three rows of aerobic machines, with five machines in each row. Following her husband's instructions, Kymberly chose the treadmill in the middle of the front row. She judged that about half the machines were being used by guests. She felt keenly exposed from behind by the brevity of her skin-tight shorts. She set the machine to a slow setting, set her phone on the console in front of her, and started walking. In a few minutes, she had warmed up enough to increase the setting and speed. She jogged slowly on the treadmill. Someone occupied the empty treadmill next to her. He was a tall, good-looking man, nice jaw, rumpled, short, brown hair, somewhat younger than she -- perhaps mid-thirtyish. He took no time introducing himself to her. "Do you know if you can set these machines to do intervals?" he asked her. Kymberly thought that was a pretty smooth question. He hadn't said anything about her looks, or anything that was obviously flirty or lewd, and he had appealed to her knowledge of what she was doing. "Yes," she said. "Just push the PROGRAM button and you'll get instructions about what to do." "Cool," he said. "I don't have much time and want to squeeze in a good workout before this evening." He punched the program button and hit a few more buttons to adjust the workout settings. Kymberly kept her eyes ahead of her, on a television screen showing the day's news, but she could see out of the corner of her eye what he was doing. After he started a slow jog he turned to her again. "Are you here for the convention?" he asked. She noticed his eyes moving up and down the length of her body. Kymberly felt embarrassed at the man's stare, but she also thought that if she dressed the way she was dressed she wouldn't be able to avoid men's stares. "I am," she said. "I'm a rep for Sintrell." She huffed a little between her words as she jogged on the treadmill. "I'm Kymberly." "Nice to meet you," he said. He flashed a smile full of large, white teeth. "I'm Blaine. V.P., Marketing, Corvadex." The phone on the console in front of her pinged. "Tell me what you are doing." She texted back to her husband. It was awkward doing so while running. "I'm jogging on the treadmill and being hit on by a VP from another company." She hit the send button with a little glee, knowing that would make him jealous. It served him right for getting her dressed in such a little outfit in front of so many people. "Good. Just remember. They can look, but they can't touch!" "Don't worry, dear husband," she texted him. Blaine was looking at her as she put the phone back on the console. He was checking out her left hand, which bore a wedding ring with a large diamond. It hadn't stopped men from hitting on her in the past, and Blaine didn't look like the kind of guy who would be deterred by it. But it was time to speed up the workout. She punched the buttons to make the treadmill go faster. Soon she was running at a steady, brisk pace -- not all out, but fast enough to make her breath hard and to force her to pay attention to keep her body up right on the quickly turning treadmill. Her feet turned over rapidly and she pumped her arms. She looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror. It really was a small outfit, she thought, and the purple and black fabric was almost a blur as she ran in place on the machine. Her figure was nearly all taut, firm skin -- thin waist, with no fat, and legs moving fast like pistons. Her breasts, though, looked very full and upright in the sport bra, and they heaved and bounced with every deep, quick breath and step she took. With a quick glance, she could tell her neighbor, Blaine, who ran more slowly than she did, was checking her out, though trying, mostly unsuccessfully, not to be obvious about it. He wasn't the only one. At least seven other men were on machines around her and most of them gave her at least one admiring glance. She even caught a woman in the back row on a stair climber sneak a peek at her butt. Kymberly was working up a sweat, now. She knew that was what Robert wanted -- he wanted her to be damp and sweaty in her little shorts and bra top before she moved on to the next part of the workout. At first, she just felt her skin grow warm, but then she felt the growing dampness, and then moisture soaking into the edges of the bra and the waist band of the shorts. She even felt some moisture between her legs, and for a moment wished she were wearing something under the extremely thin shorts. It was too late to do anything about it now. She kept at the brisk, steady pace for twenty minutes, until she covered in a fine film of perspiration. Then she slowed the machine and her pace to cool down for a few minutes, and finally she grabbed her phone and hopped off the treadmill. She texted Robert. "I'm done. And covered in sweat. What now?" "Do some squats and overhead presses with dumb bells. Then do some bench presses. Get someone to spot you." Kymberly moved over to the side of the room where the free weights were stacked. Kymberly was a regular gym-goer, and she preferred free weights to machines. She grabbed two moderate dumbbells from the rack and took up a position to start doing some squats. Before she started she saw another text. "When you do the squats, turn sideways to the room so everyone can see your body in profile." "My God, he's bossy and kinky," she thought. Her husband was hundred miles of way, hanging on his phone, and thinking about exactly how she positioned herself to show her body off to other people to maximum effect. She faced sideways to the room, the dumbbells in her hands at her side, and began doing the squats, slowly. She lowered herself all the way, until her thighs were parallel to the ground. She exaggerated, just a little, pushing her butt out behind her and her chest out in front of her. By looking in the mirror at various places around the room she could tell that she was being checked out by other guests working out on their machines. Blaine was getting off his machine and walking over to the free weight rack. After finishing a set of 12 she paused for a minute. She did three sets of squats. Robert texted. It amazed Kymberly that Robert seemed to have timed her movements perfectly even though he couldn't see her. "Set up your phone to take a photo on 10 second delay, then take a photo of yourself standing with the weights in your hand and up at your shoulders." He was making this embarrassing, forcing her to put herself on display and conspicuously take photos of herself while doing it, in front of colleagues and competitors. "Well," she had to admit to herself, "he isn't forcing me. It's my choice to do this." Kymberly didn't have to follow his instructions. But she enjoyed following them, although doing so was embarrassing. She set the dumbbells down and set up the phone to take a photo on delay. Then she pushed the button, set it on a bench near her, and quickly back away and picked up the dumbbells again. The flash went off. She hadn't meant to set it on flash, but she had, and now everyone in the room would know she was taking photos of herself. "Workout selfie, huh?" she heard a voice behind her. It was Blaine. "Oh, uh, yeah," she stammered. "I take photos from time to time to follow my workout progress." "Oh, that's a good idea," he said. "Here, I'll take one of you -- it'll be a better photo that way." "O.K., thanks," she said. She didn't really want to push things forward with Blaine, who obviously was interested, but she knew Robert would like it -- as long as things didn't go too far. She posed in three different positions while Blaine snapped photos of her with her phone. He handed the phone to her and she checked out the photos. The last one was best: it showed her standing at an angle to the camera, with one arm curled with a dumbbell in hand, up at her shoulder, her bicep flexed and dewy with sweat, and her eyes open wide and lips parted. It was a sexy photo, and for a second she thought it was strange that she had just posed that way for a stranger. But Robert would like it. She hit the keys on her phone to send it to him. "The man who's trying to hit on me just took this." She held her phone and waited until Robert sent his reply. "Very hot, baby. Now ask the nice man to spot you while you do bench presses." Kymberly thought that she had a very naughty husband. She looked at Blaine, who seemed torn between moving on to his next routine and watching her. So far, watching her had won out. "Hey, Blaine," she said, "would you mind very much helping me? I'd like to do some bench presses and I need a spotter." Blaine's face lit up eagerly, and Kymberly knew he wouldn't mind helping her at all. "No problem," he said. They walked together over to a bench with a bar over it. Kymberly put a weight on either side and fastened each to the bar securely. "You look like you know your way around a gym pretty well," Blaine said. "I do this a lot," she said. "I can tell," he said, with a smile that was not quite wolfish but not quite innocent, either. After finishing getting the barbell set up Kymberly glanced in the mirror, wondering what she looked like to Blaine. Her eye was drawn down to her shorts, and she noticed with dismay that a pronounced camel toe had formed where the tight and now lightly damp shorts covered the space between her legs. There was nothing she could do without calling attention to it. She knew Robert wouldn't want her to, either. She lay back on the bench, splaying her legs and planting her feet firmly on the ground. Blaine stood behind her, ready to catch the bar if necessary. From her position, she couldn't see what he was looking at, but she guessed that he was getting an eyeful of the ample cleavage put on display by the skimpy purple and black bra. Or, maybe he was looking at the smooth, taut skin of her abdomen. Or, if his eyes were straying still lower, maybe he was staring at where the tight shorts fabric clung to the skin between her legs, where the seam fit directly over and formed a noticeable gully right over her sex. Kymberly didn't know. It was a little embarrassing, but she had a workout to do, and she hoped he wasn't too distracted to help her if she needed the help. As it turned out, she didn't need the help; she could get through a few sets without too much difficulty. She was aware the whole time of the show she was putting on in the shorts and bra. Pressing the weight caused the muscles of her chest to contract, accentuating her cleavage. She also found herself clenching her butt on the upstroke, which caused her hips to rise slightly and to stretch the thin fabric even more tightly over her pubic mound. She noticed that another man had started lifting dumb bells a few feet beyond the end of her bench, and he must have been getting quite a view between her spread legs. She finished and sat up and looked around, and she had the sneaking feeling that about half a dozen of the gym goers suddenly had averted their eyes away from her. "Good job," Blaine said behind her. She twisted backward to say "thanks" and she caught him staring at her still heaving chest. "Thanks for your help," she said. Then she picked up the phone at her feet to text Robert. "Time to stretch. Include planks and leg lefts and do some with your legs stretched open." Robert is going to get me in trouble, she thought. Robert wanted her to show her off to the guests in the crowded fitness room during her cool-down stretching. Kymberly figured that the way to do it without looking overtly like she was showing off was to look like she knew what she was doing and move through the stretches quickly. Fortunately, Kymberly, through lots of gym experience, knew what she was doing. She walked over to a mat nearby and lay on her back. Then she planted her feet on the ground and lifted her butt as high off the ground as she could, clenching her glutes. She straightened her body, and she knew the front of her body was lifted high and on display for everyone -- her bra-clad breasts, lean torso, and, most of all, her lycra-clad pubic mound, still noticeably grooved down the middle and sculpted by purple and black lycra. She held that position for a minute. She flipped over and got up on her toes and elbows, holding her body straight in a plank position. Now her perky butt was on display. Then she alternated taking each leg off the ground, first raising it as far back as she could, and then holding it out straight as far to her side as she could. She felt the muscles of her core tensing with the strain of holding the position, and she felt the muscles of her butt contract as well. Kymberly had done all these stretches in gyms before, and she often had been aware of the glances she would get from men working out nearby -- sometimes subtle, sometimes completely obvious. But she'd never worked out in a gym in an outfit this skimpy. Through her side vision she could tell she was getting lots of glances, and a lot of them weren't subtle at all. She stood up and moved to the wall to stretch her calves, and she pushed her butt out and put it on display again. Looking in a mirror to the side of her outstretched hands against the wall, she saw glances being cast her way. Her admirers included Blaine, who was sneaking peeks at her while curling dumbbells that looked too heavy for him. She thought he probably was trying to impress her. Next, she lay back on the mat and raised her legs straight and pressed together in the air. She brought her toes back, back, back, until they were over her head, and then she spread her feet apart. In that position, she knew the little shorts were riding far up her thighs, and she could feel the exposure of skin at the edge of her butt. She knew the thinly-covered gap between her legs was on view as well. She held that position for a minute and then brought her legs back to the ground. After a few more stretches she was done. She texted Robert. "I'm done with the workout." Then she texted what stretches she had done so he could imagine her doing them. "Good," he texted back. "Time to go back to the room. Let me know when you get there, and then take a shower." "I'm heading back to my room," she told Blaine, who looked disappointed that she was leaving. "I'll see you later this evening," he said. "See you then," she said. She stood up, toweled off the bench, and left the fitness center. By now nearly all the guests had checked in for the weekend, and the hotel corridors were crowded with people. She caught dozens of people -- mostly men but some women too -- staring at her sweaty, scantily clad body as she made her way back to her fourth-floor room. Once back inside the room, Kymberly texted Robert that she had arrived. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off the socks and bra, and then finally pulled the little shorts down her waist and legs until it lay on the floor. She scooped up the sweaty garments and put them in a compartment in her suitcase. Then she walked naked to the bathroom and started her shower. Kymberly thought about what Robert had made her do. It embarrassed her, a little, to know she'd put her figure so boldly on display before so many people, and it was doubly embarrassing that these were people in her industry, people with whom she did business or from whom she would try to solicit business, people that she would be socializing with over drinks and dinner later that evening. But the exposure excited her, too. And it was doubly thrilling that she'd put herself in Robert's hands, leaving it to him to decide how and when she would be exposed. She wondered what was going to come next. Already Robert had pushed her exhibitionism boundaries beyond where they'd been before. It was hard to imagine what more he might ask her to do. Whatever it was, she was enjoying the game and wanted to keep playing it. But knowing Robert, he had planned a lot more. It made her nervous to think about what it might be. After thoroughly washing her sweaty body, Kymberly rinsed herself off. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with the plush hotel towel. She heard the ping of her phone again and picked it up. "Are you done?" Robert texted. "If so take a selfie in the bathroom mirror and send it to me." She dropped the towel and held the phone up in front and a little to the side of her. To spice up the show she stood with her legs apart and one hand on her head, her hip cocked to the side. Kymberly appraised herself in the mirror. Looking pretty good, she thought. She hadn't showered long enough to steam up the mirror so it was a clear shot. Only a few days before the convention she had scheduled a full Brazilian wax job, so she was showing a lot between her legs. She knew Robert would like it. She sent it to him. "Very nice, darling," he texted in reply a minute later. Now take the blow drier and walk out into the room and dry your hair. Stay naked with the window open. Text me as soon as you are done." She thought about that. It would take quite a few minutes to dry her hair, and she would be taking a bigger chance of someone outside seeing her if she stood naked in front of the window so long. But she had started the game, and she was going to see it through, if she could. She stepped tentatively out of the bathroom into the well-lit hotel room, dryer in hand. An outlet was on the wall next to the desk, so she plugged it in there, stood facing the window, and dried her hair. She grabbed a brush off the desk and brushed it as she dried it. Standing there with her arms up and hands full and over her fully nude body, Kymberly was both nervous and excited about her exposure. No one could see her, as far as she could tell, but there was nothing to stop someone from seeing her like this if they were standing in the right place and looking in the right direction. It was thrilling. She thought she saw movement in the room across the way. It was difficult to tell, because the light wasn't on in that room and she couldn't see clearly into it. She peered carefully into it, but she didn't see anything more. Her eyes might have been playing tricks on her. After a few minutes of standing, exposed, she finished drying her hair and texted Robert that she was done. "Good. Now, pull the clothes you are going to wear out of the suitcase onto the bed, but don't put them on yet. Stay naked." She lifted the suitcase and put it on the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out the dress she intended to wear that night, and a bra she had brought as well. She looked for the panties she intended to wear as well. A knock sounded at the door. Then a man's voice. "Room service." Kymberly hadn't expected that. "Just a minute," she called. A bathrobe hung in the bathroom, and she moved toward the bathroom to put it on, but she thought she should let Robert know first, since part of the game was not getting dressed without his permission. "Room service at the door. I have to get dressed," she texted him. His reply was immediate. "Do not get dressed. Stay naked, open the door for him, and wait for my next instruction." "What?" She thought. He had never gone this far. It was one thing to wear a skimpy outfit to the gym, or to stand naked in front of the window when no one was looking, but it was another to open the door for a man and invite him into her room while she was naked. "Hello?" called the voice outside the door. "I have a package." "Just a sec," she answered him through the door. She hadn't expected a package to be delivered. Robert must have sent it, which meant that its delivery by the porter was part of his game. He had planned to expose her naked body to the porter from the beginning. Goosebumps popped up on her arms at the thought. Kymberly wondered what Robert had in mind for her. She stood next to the door, fully naked, with one hand on the door handle and the other still clutching the phone. Could she do this? She had enjoyed Robert's games up to this point, and she enjoyed the mild exhibitionism he had put her through. But this was a whole new ballgame. She was trembling with nervousness. She wasn't sure she could go through with it. Her mind was a frenzy of calculations to decide if she could, or should, keep playing Robert's game. The porter didn't know her. He wasn't a guest or someone whose business she was trying to win. If he saw her naked, he probably would be discreet. Even if he told other hotel employees about her, all they would know is that he'd seen an unnamed naked female guest in one of the rooms. It was embarrassing, and it was something she'd never done before. But it wasn't that big a risk, was it? What the hell, she thought. She opened the door. Whatever Robert's game was, the hotel porter wasn't in on it, because his eyes bugged out in surprise when he saw her standing naked in her room. He was young, she noticed -- probably in his early 20s. "Come in," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. She stood aside while he walked in the door with a large rectangular package in his arms. In the narrow room entry, the porter's shoulder nearly brushed against her exposed and erect nipples. She shut the door behind him and was grateful when she heard it close, knowing at least that no one else could see her naked. He turned back to her. "Um, where do you want it?" he asked, hesitation in his voice, and his eyes scanning her body. "Just put it over there on the bed," she said. Kymberly was surprised how firm her voice was. Five minutes earlier, she would have thought she would die of embarrassment to show a hotel porter her naked body as she was doing now. But she didn't die. On the contrary, her nudity in front of the porter, though unfamiliar and somewhat nerve wracking, excited and emboldened her. The porter walked the package over to the bed. He seemed to be in no hurry, obviously wanting to delay and to see as much of Kymberly as he could before she ushered him out of the room. Robert's next text came. "Next part of the game. Give your phone to the porter and ask him to take 5 photos of you. Tell him he gets to choose the position for each photo." "Oh no," she thought. Robert kept ratcheting up the exposure and embarrassment. The porter had left the package on the bed, and was standing beside it, looking at her, trying not to be too lewd about it, but unable to keep his eyes off her nude body. He seemed to be waiting for a tip, as well. "He's going to get more than a tip," Kymberly thought. "Robert, I can't believe you are making me do this." Kymberly stood before the porter, completely nude, and keenly aware of her nudity. She struggled to make eye contact with him in her current state, but with effort she did. "Can you do something for me?" she asked him. "Ah . . . ah . . . sure," the porter said, his eyes uncontrollably running all over her nude body. "Um," Kymberly said. "This is kind of a funny request. But . . . but, can you take five photos of me, and tell me what position you want me to take for each photo." She held her phone in front of her. The porter didn't seem to get it at first. "Wait a minute. You want me to take your photo?" he asked. "And you want me to say what position you should take? Is that what you want? I get to pick the position?" "Yes," Kymberly said. "O.K." he said. He didn't need further convincing. He took the phone from her hand. They stood and looked at each other. "Go ahead and tell me what position you want me to take, and take a picture of me," Kymberly said. "Um. O.K. Put your hands on your hips and smile at me." Kymberly did as the porter asked, and she pushed her hip to one side. She spread her legs out just a little. She gave the porter a big smile. Striking this pose, she fully exposed herself, but not in a lewd way. Robert liked taking photos of Kymberly, so she had become accustomed to posing nude for him. But until now she had never posed nude for any other man. It was thrilling but strange, especially because her husband had arranged it. The porter took the photo of her. "Wow. That's great. O.K. How about if you turn around. Now look over your shoulder back at the camera. That's great." Kymberly turned her butt-side to him. She pushed her butt back toward him, just a little. She wondered how much she was showing between her legs. She looked back over her shoulder at the awe-struck porter and smiled at him. Snap. Another photo. She stood with her back to the porter, waiting for his next instruction. She could tell from his hesitation that he wasn't sure what to tell her to do next. His eyes settled low on her butt, and she guessed that she was showing something between her parted legs. "Um," he said. "Could you . . . could you sit in that chair?" he asked her. She turned around, facing him, knowing that she put her breasts and her shaved pussy on display. She pointed to the chair next to the desk. "This one?" she asked. "Yeah, that one," he said. She sat down in the chair. "How do you want me to pose?" she asked. The porter was nervous and obviously did not know what to say or how far he could instruct her. "Ahhh . . . sit back in the chair. Put your hands, um, behind your head. And . . . open your legs a little bit." Kymberly did as he asked. She posed as he instructed and looked straight into his eyes. He took the third photo of her. Kymberly's embarrassment was fading quickly. She enjoyed sitting nude and exposed for the porter. Twisting and posing her naked body for him sent delicious chills through her. "You have two more," she said to him. "How would you like me to pose?" Kymberly felt herself getting more comfortable as she watched how nervous the porter was. "Ah . . . I get to choose how you pose, right?" he asked. "I'll pose however you want me to," she said to him, without taking her eyes off his. "You're sure?" he asked her. "I get to pick the pose?" "You get to the pick the pose," she replied. "O.K. then. Umm. Then, uh, scoot forward in the chair a little. Like that. And put your legs up. In the air, and then spread your legs apart." "You want my legs in a spread-eagle position?" she asked him. "Yeah . . . yeah . . . that's right." As nervous and embarrassed as Kymberly was -- or had been -- the porter obviously was even more so. She thought she saw his hands shake as they clutched the phone. She did what he asked. She held her thin, sculpted legs high in the air, spread apart, in the shape of a V. She knew that the porter could see everything between her legs now. Inside her a voice told her she shouldn't be doing this, that she should feel ashamed and mortified, but whatever embarrassment she felt was outweighed by the thrill running through her body, and the desire to keep playing her husband's game. She felt excited and aroused. She knew the porter could see both her open vulva, waxed and smooth and completely bare, and her asshole, too. "Is this what you want?" she asked him. "Yes. But, uh, one more thing. Could you . . . could you put your hands under your butt . . . on either side like that . . . yes, like that . . . and . . . uhhh . . . could you pull . . . could you pull your pussy open?" Kymberly reached her hands down on either side of her butt cheeks and, using her fingers, pulled her labia apart. She didn't look down at what she was doing. She kept looking into the porter's eyes. "Like this?" she asked him. "Yes," he said, but he didn't take the picture right away. "I think you should go ahead and take the photo," she said. But even as she spoke, she began running the forefinger of her right hand up and down slowly and just inside the inner right lip of her pussy. She could feel the moisture under her fingertip; she was becoming more aroused and growing moister with every minute. While she traced her finger along her moist slit, up and down, up and down, she did not take her eyes off the porter's eyes. His concentration obviously was shaken. Though he held the phone up near his face, his eyes were fixed on the movement of her finger on her pussy. He seemed to have forgotten he was holding the phone. "Do you like that?" she asked him. She tried to make the question sound sweet and innocent rather than lascivious. "Yes. You are . . . so beautiful," he said. "My pussy likes being looked at," she said. She gave him a little more time to enjoy looking at it and then spoke up again. "My pussy wants to have its picture taken," she said. He came to, shaking his head a little. "Sure, sure, sorry," he said. Snap. After he took the photo, the porter kept staring at Kymberly in that position, with her legs spread wide and her pussy open to him. Kymberly had to prompt him again. She stayed in the same position, not moving. She kept moving her finger lightly over and just inside the lip of her pussy, opening it and exposing it a little more even as she kept tracing the finger up and down. "What pose do you want me to do next?" she asked. "It's your last one. Better make it good." "O.K.," he said. "Could you turn around in the chair, and put your arms on the back of the chair . . . like that, and spread your legs a little . . . and scoot your butt out a little more. Like that. Tilt your butt up to me a little more. Like that. That's good. Now look over your shoulder back toward me." It wasn't an easy pose in the little chair, but Kymberly did her best. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the small chair, and she tilted her butt up toward the porter. She knew everything between her legs was on display for him. "Like that?" she asked him as she looked back over her shoulder toward him. "Yeah, just like that," he said, his voice quavering. "One more thing. Could you reach your hand back, and put it on your butt, and . . . uh . . . pull your butt cheek to the side so I can see your . . . uh . . .." "My pussy?" she asked. "Yeah, your pussy. Pull your butt cheek to the side so I can see your pussy better." She did so. She knew that in this position, and particularly with the cheeks of her butt spread apart, her pussy was fully on display, wet and open, and every detail of her asshole would be on view to him as well. It excited her to be so fully revealed, and she let out a sigh of pleasure that she knew he could hear. Once again, he didn't take the photo right away. It was his last one and she knew he'd want to drag out the scene and enjoy it as long as he could. She let him. She held herself wide open for him and started wiggling her butt slowly from side to side. She didn't rush him, and it must have taken at least another minute before she heard the click of the phone camera. But, finally, she heard it. He'd taken the last photo. She stood up from the chair and approached him with her hand out, beckoning for the phone. Her firm, naked breasts were no more than a foot from his chest. "May I have my phone, please?" she asked him, sweetly. "Can I send one of these photos to myself?" he asked. "I'm sorry, but no," she said. "You'll have to settle on memories." "They'll be nice memories," he said to her as he handed over the phone. She took the phone and then turned around faced the desk, where her purse lay. She bent over, keeping her legs straight, to give him another clear view of her ass and what lay between the cheeks of her ass, and she pulled cash out of her purse to pay him a tip. It was a big tip. "This is just between us," she told him. "Just between us, ma'am," he said. Then he turned around and left the room. She closed the door, turned around, and pressed her hands against it behind her. "Oh, my God," Kymberly thought when he was gone. "I can't believe I just did that." She collapsed on the bed and lay on it, scarcely believing what she had just done. She held the phone over her and texted Robert. "He's done, and he's gone now." "Send me the photos," he texted back. She sent them to him, one by one. He didn't reply until a minute had passed since she had sent the last one. "Wow, baby," he texted. "You look fantastic. You put on quite a show." "I can't believe I did that. Did you tell him what poses to have me take?" "No, I didn't. He didn't know anything. You and he bear total responsibility for the photos." "How do you feel?" he added. She had to think about that before replying. "I'm in shock about what you made me do. You made me show off my body to almost the entire hotel, and then you had me get spread-eagled and naked in front of the porter!!!" she texted to him. "I didn't make you do anything, baby," he replied. "I asked you to play a game and you chose to play. Every step you've taken in the game is a step you chose to take. "You like the feeling, don't you? Admit it." He added. "I'm embarrassed but I kind of like it," she replied. "Are you aroused?" he texted. She didn't have to think about that. She knew the answer. "Yes, I am," she replied. "Touch yourself, and take a photo of yourself being touched, and send it to me," he texted. "You are a very kinky husband," she replied. But she did as he asked. She put her left hand down between her legs, using her fingers lightly to mash and spread apart her damp lips. With her right hand, she held the phone out and snapped a photo of herself. Then she sent it, not stopping the rubbing down between her legs. He didn't reply right away, so she lay on the bed longer, naked, legs apart, gently caressing herself and letting her thoughts drift. Then she texted her husband again. "I'm going to have to get ready for the evening mixer and the dinner soon. I assume we are done for the evening?" She looked at the phone and waited for his reply. "Oh no, baby," he texted back. "We've just gotten started. I have lots of plans for you." "Lots of plans?" She thought. "What? What more could he have planned after that last episode with the porter?" It was beginning to dawn on Kymberly that when she had agreed to play Robert's games for the weekend, she had had no idea what she was getting into. To be continued . . .

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Title: Belial: Kuchama's Kitten by Von Krieger Tags: Catgirl, Drama, F/F, Feline, Hermaphrodite, Magic, Medieval, Non-Anthro, Transformation, Vaginal **This story was originally submitted here on Yiffstar as Belial: Shades of Purple III accidently. It's taken me until now to find out. So here it is as it's proper title, with Shades of Purple III now uploaded as well. Enjoy!** --- Kuchama's Kitten By Von Krieger Kuchama pads softly across the rooftops of Ondora. Occasionally she climbs a flower trellis, or a fire escape when she finds a gap between two buildings she cannot jump. People look down and smile at her as she walks by. Kuchama grins around the small vial in her mouth, she knows she's cute. She doesn't know if she was a cat that gained human characteristics, or the other way around. But it's obvious exposure to demon cum has changed her at some point in her life. A very, very early point in fact. Early enough that Kuchama can't remember ever being any different then she is now. A mostly human face, albeit a furry one, sits atop what is mostly a feline body, paws, a long fluffy tail, fur in a pattern like a tabby, except blue and sea green in color. She has hair like a human, cut short so as not to drag on the ground. Her ears are definately feline, other then her face, the only part of her that seems remotely human are the two breasts that hang down from her chest, which is has a flat rib cage like a human, rather extending downward like a cat. Walking was already a little difficult with her boobs, but having a cat-like torso would have put them about on level with the ground. Kuchama is quite happy with her body, even if she does have some difficulty doing things most humans took for granted. Like getting dressed. It took Kuchama a good couple of minutes to wriggle in and out of the shortsleeved zip-up bodysuit she wore, the smooth, stretchy material being just about the only thing that didn't pull her fur the wrong way. Kuchama also had problems with doors, she couldn't grip anything with her paws, so she'd usually have to swat at a doorknob to get it open, it looked far too undignified to turn it by jumping up and grabbing the knob with both front paws. Kuchama solved the problem of getting into her apartment by leaving a window open. She climbs a panel of chain-mesh fencing in the alley, and jumps from the top of it to the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder; well part of it, most of it is missing. From there it's a quick climb to the second floor, and her bedroom window. She drops the small cylandrical package she ws carrying in her mouth." "Oh no." she says, her face a mask of worry. She scrambles out into the hallway and into the bedroom across the hall. She darts into the closet and removes a a meowing ball of fur by dragging it by the scruff of the neck back into her own room. Kuchama nudges the door shut with her nose. Her roommate, Senlyse had opened the door and left it open again, allowing Kuchama's best friend to wander around the shared apartment. Kuchama drags Syem over to the basket in the corner that they both use for a bed. "No, Syem! No! Stay in here!" The normal cat mews softly, rubbing up against his 'mommy.' Syem was a stray kitten that had taken to following Kuchama around, and never really left. Senlyse hated him, and she barely tolerated living with Kuchama. Kuchama paid most of the rent, but Senlyse took up most of the apartment, treating her roommate as if she were nothing more then a stupid cat. Kuchama would have had her thrown out long ago, but being only slightly bigger then a full grown housecat didn't help any. Kuchama lies on her back and paws at the catch for her backpack. Her forelegs have a slightly larger range of motion then those of a total cat, it may not be much but it helps Kuchama tremendously. Without that tiny addition movement, she couldn't take her backpack on and off. She delivers messages and small packages, her quickness and agility allowing her to be a bit faster then the normal two-legged messenger. She walks over to where a small hook, much like ones that people hang potted plants from, juts from the floor. She hooks the oversized loop on the end of her bodysuit's zipper around it, and walks forward, unzipping the garment. She wiggles out of her bodysuit, glad to feel the air on her fur, she licks at a spot where her fur is sticking up, and checks herself in the full-length mirror. Well, full length for a human, it's more then enough for her. Nothing out of place. She snuggles up into her basket to rest her feet before she has to go out to get dinner. Kuchama thinks back on her day at work, a rather nice day. Her last delivery was to her favorite customer, a pretty cat-girl named Violet. Kuchama liked Violet very much. Unlike most humans, or near-humans, she treated Violet like a person, kind of. You didn't pick up a person and rub their tummy, or scratch behind their ears. But aside from that, close enough. Violet also helped Kuchama out over the few years they'd known each other. She'd explained to Kuchama what exactly was happening when she went into heat for the first time, although that was fun Kuchama didn't particularly care for that aspect of her feline physiology. Although she did enjoys Violet's attention to that particular portion of her anatomy. The cat-girl purrs softly thinking about Violet's soft, pale fingers, and her quick, bright pink tongue. Whoops. Kuchama licks the juices off her paw. She'd been thinking about Violet more and more recently, and it WAS about that time again. Even so, it wasn't an excuse to paw at herself in the middle of the afternoon, usually she did it after Senlyse was in bed and snoring like a giant buzz-fly. A swift kick sends the basket, and it's two occupants hurling across the room. Kuchama is lifted up by the throat and pressed against the wall. "What did I tell you about having your stupid cat in my room?" snarls Senlyse. Kuchama hisses. "He's not stupid! And you wouldn't have a problem if you didn't keep sneaking into my room and leaving the door open!" Senlyse scowls. "How dare you!" She tightens her grip around Kuchama's throat. Kuchama bites Senlyse's hand. "Ow! You little....!" Kuchama darts under the bed. "Dammit, I've told you to keep your cat out of my things! I want him gone!" Senlyse spits venomously. "I don't think you have a say in the matter, since it's my name on the lease, not yours! And if you want her to stay away from your stuff, stop coming in here and stealing mine!" Kuchama snarls. Senlyse turns bright red. "You little bitch! You think you can accuse me of being a thief in my own home?" Kuchama glares out from under the bed. "It's not your home! It's mine, I'm just letting you live here 'cause I can spare the room!" Crash. There goes the mirror. "I don't think so you little freak!" The rampaging human grabs the cylindrical package Kuchama left on the bed. "What's this?" Kuchama's eyes go wide. "That's not for you to touch! It's something I have to deliver!" Senlyse smiles. "To who?" "Lady Violet said they'd come and find me when they needed it! I dunno who!" Senlyse' smile grows wider. "Well then, wouldn't it be a shame if you lost it?" The cat-girl growls. "You better not lose it!" Senlyse laughs. "I'm not going to lose it. What is it?" She begins to unravel the waterproof paper. "Not yours that's what it is, put it back!" The human scowls down at Kuchama. "And what are you going to do to stop me?" Senlyse gets the paper off; it's a small glass tube with a rubber stopper in one end. The fluid inside is a mixture of purple, black and white; it swirls slowly in response to being moved. The colors don't mix at all. "It's pretty, what is it, some kind of paperweight?" "Put it down!" Kuchama snarls. "Is it candy? Do you eat it?" Senlyse pulls out the stopper and sniffs it. "Funny, doesn't smell like anything." "It's demon cum!" Senlyse snorts. "Yeah, right. Like someone would trust a cat with the stuff." "I'M NOT A CAT!" Kuchama yells, and runs out from under the bed, pouncing on Senlyse's calf, sinking her claws and teeth in. Senlyse flinches, spilling the contents of the vial all down her front, she shakes her leg around wildly, trying to dislodge Kuchama. "GET OFF!" The cat-girl lets go, sliding across the floor, she turns, hackles raises, fangs bared. Senlyse puts a hand to her chest, pulling her hand away she find strands of the sticky fluid stuck to it. "You just ruined my favorite shirt you little..." Syem purrs and rubs herself against Senlyse's legs. "Get hair all over my clothes and claw up my furniture! Why I oughta..." She grabs Syem by the scruff of the neck and pulls him up to face level. "What should I do with.... oooooh." The tiny kitten vanishes. Senlyse's hands rush to her temples and she drops to her knees, her eyes clenched tightly in pain. " YAAAAAARGH!" Kuchama's anger is forgotten as she worries about her pet kitten. "Syem! Where's Syem?! What'd you do with him!?" The screaming stops, Senlyse lowers her hands to the floor. She blinks and looks around slowly. "What's going on? Why do I feel so different? Kuchama, help me, please?" Senlyse clenches her eyes and opens them again, they're the same blue as they were, but now the irises cover then entire white of the eye, the pupil is a vertical slit. Senlyse reaches out and grabs Kuchama. "Don't hurt me!" Kuchama pleads, as Senlyse begins to lick the cat-girl's face, her tongue is long, and rough in texture. "Mmm, you feel so nice 'Chama." whispers Senlyse softly, rubbing her face into Kuchama's fur. She lowers a hand to her skirt, and slides it under, stroking her sex. "That smell, Chama, it's driving me crazy. I... I... need you, mmmmm." Kuchama watches as a bulge appears under her roommate's skirt. Kuchama is dropped on the floor as Senlyse leans on all fours once again, arching hir back and moaning as a long cylinder of flesh snakes out from under hir skirt. She warily backs away. "Where's Syem? Please! What'd you do to him?" Senlyse inhales sharply as hir face shifts into a more feline shape. Shi licks hir lips. "He's right here." Shi smiles coyly. "Where? I don't see! Where is he?" Kuchama asks, her voice drawn tight. "I'm right here, Mistress Kuchama." shi purrs. "Wh-what?" the cat-girl sputters. "We're the same now, Syem and Senlyse. I'll never hurt you again, never. I'd rather die then hurt my mistress." Senlyse purrs, sliding a hand under hir blouse. "Please don't be afraid of me, Mistress. I'm not going to hurt you. You've been so nice to me, taking part of me out of the cold, feeding me, letting me curl up against your warm body in the night. And the other part of me too, giving me a nice place to live, even though she was a mean, mean girl, and didn't deserve your gift." "I don't have parts anymore, we're one and the same now, Mistress. Senlyse may not have liked you very much, but Syem loves you very, very much. And thus so do I. Mmmm, he had nothing to give but emotion, such powerful emotion, so much love. I'll go away if you want, Mistress, so you don't have to be afraid, if that's what you want. Just tell me Mistress, I'll do anything for you." Kuchama approaches slowly. Senlyse-Syem moans, one hand cupping one of hir breasts, the other fingering hir cunt. "Mmmmistress, I think I'm in heat. I want to make love. I need to make love. I need you to be my mate. Please? Please let your pet pleasure you?" Syelyse rips hir bra and blouse off with one clawed hand, hir ears growing larger, growing out to points, then expanding outward from hir head. Claws pierce the toes of the changing cat-herm's shoes, hir feet ripping out of them, as hir feet become paws, hir legs reshaping to allow motion on all fours, or upright. Senlyse's thin frame soon expands with thick muscle. Syelyse powerful hand-paw rips the skirt from hir body, revealing hir erect manhood, not huge, but a simple six inches that looks large for hir five-foot frame. Kuchama's sensitive nose gets a full blast of the cat-herm's aroused scent. She licks the shaft tentatively, sliding hir tongue down the cat-herm's sheath, to lick at the lips of hir pussy. "What do I call you?" Kuchama asks between licks. "Your kitten. May I, Mistress?" shi purrs, sliding a hand under hir mistress. "Yes kitten, you may." Syelyse gently lifts hir mistress, purring softly as deep black fur covers hir body, a stark contrast to hir golden blonde hair. Shi slides Kuchama down onto hir shaft slowly, wary of hurting her. "If it starts to hurt, Mistress, just say so. I can feel you've never had a male, so this will sting just a little." Kuchama gasps as hir pet penetrates hir fully. Both meow loudly as Syelyse thrusts slowly into hir mistress, the thrusts growing closer and closer together. It's not long at all before Kuchama's pussy clenches down tightly on the cat-herm's cock, shi tenses, letting forth a loud "ROOOORAWL!" as shi cums, hir cocks filling hir mistress with the creature's seed, while hir pussy drips love juices onto the floor. Syelyse pulls out of hir mate slowly; shi uses hir tongue to clean off the stray drips and drops of cum, then turns hir attention to hir own on the floor, enjoying every moment of it. Syelyse picks up hir mistress. "I'm starved, Mistress." "Then let's go get dinner." "Get? Why should we go out? I can cook, Mistress." Kuchama snuggles against hir pet's breasts. "I need to stop treating you like my little kitten." Kuchama leans in and kisses Syelyse. "Yes, Mistress." shi purrs. "I'm your great big kitten now,"

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Title: 2: Beneath Orion, Worlds Apart 03 Tags: luke, kaylee, military **V -- The Angel in His Dreams** ***Present Day*** In the dark of the night, Wayne dropped to one knee catching his breath while Patton doubled over trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could. Reaching inside one of his pockets, Wayne grabbed a flex pack of water, tossing it to Patton without saying a word. Luke would have verbally thanked him, but since he was out of breath he settled for a nod of thanks. Tearing the pack open carefully, trying to control his shaking hands, he drank every single ounce without spilling a drop. He noticed the Lieutenant doing the same thing. Patton reached in his survival vest and pulled out the radio, looking over at Wayne. Wayne nodded in agreement with unspoken words. The two exhausted Airmen took cover behind a formation of large rocks on the downward slope of a hill, listening intently through the darkness of night. The only sound that could be heard in the quiet dark was their rapidly beating hearts; after several minutes, their best judgment told them there was likely no one around. Patton quietly moved the radio up to his mouth, quietly trying to get a hold of the Airborne Command Center known as Watcher. Wayne pulled out his night vision goggles, trying to adjust the setting with the full intent of using them to scan their surroundings. After unsuccessfully trying everything he could think of to get them to work, he silently cursed, realizing they must have been damaged in the crash. Still, even though they were damaged the NVGs were better than his regular vision. After repeatedly trying to contact Watcher, Patton eventually shook his head since each radio call was met with no reply. He figured they were out of range since no one responded to their emergency call. Wayne checked every pocket of his gear and uniform for his GPS emitter but it was nowhere to be found. He came to the conclusion that it was either lost when the helo went down or while running from the enemy. Patton's had been destroyed in the crash. They would have to rely on radio contact, and so far they weren't having any luck. They quietly discussed their options. The best plan was to circle around to the back side of the mountain and head towards the peak for better radio reception since the search and rescue crews would most likely be looking for them in that vicinity, based on their initial linear path of where they were last seen -- leading away from their downed helicopter. What the search and rescue didn't know was that Wayne and Patton had taken several sharp detours in order to avoid random local herders in the area. Right now they were in the last place anyone would be searching for them. If Wayne and Patton could get a hold of Watcher, wherever they might be flying up at altitude in the night sky, then they could coordinate their position based off of landmark references, how long they ran (fortunately his watch survived the crash), and their estimated running speed. Even without their GPS, Patton was confident he could figure out the distance they travelled mathematically. He had done it before. As for the direction they traveled, that would be a little trickier. They had a basic idea of the helicopter's magnetic heading when it went down, but neither of them exactly had time to pull out their compass while evading capture and possible execution. They had a general idea based on the time of day and location of the sun, but that was about it. The riskiest part about the plan was that the enemy was also looking for them and had a known presence on the other side of the mountain -- exactly where they needed to go. They could only hope they didn't cross paths. But if they did, they'd be ready. Wayne and Patton were both exhausted, but they knew they had several more miles to travel. Without a sound, the two U.S. Airmen knew what they had to do. Braving the darkness of the night and the unseen enemies deep within, they pulled out their rifles and carefully pressed forward into the pitch black unknown. \--- ***Six Years Earlier*** "Dude, stop staring at her, you're gonna creep her out," Aaron told Luke, fidgeting with his old outdated camera. "This isn't the way we're supposed to fit in our freshman year. We're not at Suisun Middle School anymore. We're Mustangs now at Remmington High. This is the big time!" Luke blinked, adjusting his glasses closer to his eyes. "I'm not staring," was all he said, despite his inability to remove his eyes off of the smiling blond-haired girl in the locker bay. Aaron bumped him with his shoulder, snapping Luke back to reality. "I wasn't staring," Luke bashfully told Aaron, rubbing the back of his head, trying to ignore the silly grin on Aarons face. "She looks familiar. Didn't she go to Suisun?" "No, I think she went to Grizzly Bay. I think half of our school and half of her school ends up here at Remmington after middle school. Hey, I'm gonna split. They have some information about the audio/visual club in the student center I wanna look into. Meet you on the bus? " Luke nodded to his friend, "Yeah, see you on the bus." First grade. That's where he remembered seeing her for the very first time. The memories came rushing back as he recalled the young girl with the blond pigtails back in his elementary school class. Shockingly, they even used to play together long before either of them were old enough to fit within a social circle. They even had the same teachers from first through third grade, but that was the last time they would really be together, especially since she ended up going to a different middle school. Those days had long since passed. Quietly he slunk into the locker bay, avoiding eye contact with the blond-haired girl. She looked like an angel; it's no wonder he was drawn to her even in elementary school. How could he take his eyes off of an angel? Well, easily, if he was either in awe or fear of her. And he was both. His eyes remained ninety degrees off of center; she was barely in his peripheral vision. Still, he couldn't miss how she was dressed. Her short pleated miniskirt and little white sweater hypnotized him. Underneath the sweater she wore a lime green halter-top, and for a freshman, she was... gifted. Very gifted. That sexy lime green color stood out as if it was as bright as the blazing sun. He hugged the locker walls tightly, moving carefully towards his own locker with his back to the girl and her friends. He tried not to eavesdrop as the giggling girl talked to her friends, but it was impossible. "...I don't know, probably go to the mall this weekend. I still have a lot more back-to-school outfits I need to buy. I swear, there's nothing good out this season! I mean, who's in charge of the fashion industry this year? All I'm saying, is considering this is my freshman year, they've been extremely disappointing." "I don't know, Kaylee," the other girl started... *Kaylee. I haven't heard that name since elementary school,* Luke thought to himself. *I remember now. What a beautiful name...* "I think you're over reacting. I mean, I like my dress," she said, twirling. "And you've got a pretty cute skirt on, and it even goes with your bright green top. That's hard to pull off." Luke envisioned Kaylee beaming at the compliment as he carefully opened his locker, bringing a smile to his own face. One of the guys with Kaylee slammed Luke's locker closed. Luke recognized him and thought he was a freshman, but he was big enough to be a senior. "Hey nerd, are you eavesdropping?" He could feel his stomach sink. Without turning around, he said, "No, I... I'm j-just grabbing my work for the bus." "Get out of here, you can get it later," the Neanderthal said, angry and unamused. The other guys laughed while the two girls quietly giggled. "The locker bay isn't big enough, even for a shrimp like you. You're crowding us." "Oh leave him alone, Bradley," the red-haired girl said, shaking her head but still smiling. "I'll leave him alone when he takes off, Audrey," the big freshman -- Bradley -- said. With one big swipe of his paw, Bradley knocked all of the books out of Luke's hand. They scattered across the locker bay floor. At first, Luke's eyes darted back and forth between the three guys; he wasn't sure what they were going to do. He took a single step back and then cautiously went down on his knees to pick up his books. "Ugh, so immature," Kaylee said while rolling her eyes, gracefully bending down like a princess and grabbing one of Luke's books that landed by her feet. She held out the book, but Luke froze. Initially he looked at Kaylee but his heart began to race uncontrollably. He thought he was going to hyperventilate. Luke quickly averted his gaze by looking down and past her in order to deliberately avoid eye contact. "Here, take it," she said, slightly irritated, though it seemed to Luke that she was trying to be patient. Eventually he reached out and took the book, slow and cautiously. His hand accidentally brushed up against hers. It was electric; all the hairs stood up on the back of his neck and goose bumps covered his entire body. He half expected to get slapped, but Kaylee didn't seem to even notice. He tried to thank her, but nothing came out. Kaylee stood up and looked at the others. "I'll see you guys later. I'm off to tan." The small group disbanded and left the locker bay, all three guys laughing at Luke and shaking their heads as they walked passed him. Still kneeling on the ground, Luke watched them all walk away with Kaylee in the lead. He wasn't sure what to think, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He stared at her until she vanished out of his sight around the corner. Adjusting his glasses back upon his nose, he knew he should have been angry, but he couldn't help the smile that crept up on his face. \--- "Dude, what took you so long," Aaron asked Luke, his friend wheezing down the bus isle. "You almost missed the bus!" The bus engine rumbled as it pulled out of the school parking lot; Luke tried to catch his balance as he sat down next to Aaron. "Man," Aaron laughed, "I think the drivers pissed at you! He always waits for people to sit before he rolls out." "Yeah, took me a while to get my books," Luke said with a goofy grin on his face. Aaron looked at him questioningly, and then it hit him. "Dude," he exclaimed, hitting him on the shoulder. "You stayed to gawk at that blond-haired hottie! I knew it! Did she catch you staring at her butt and smack you down?" Luke shook his head, "No, not exactly; one of her friends did. It's ok, though." Laughing, Aaron said, "Ok, whatever. She's out of your league though, so be careful. Besides, a girl like that has like a million boyfriends and guys like me and you wouldn't even make a roster that size." Luke snickered, "Don't ruin my fantasy. Give me this one moment. I won't ever have another minute with her like I had in the locker bay." "It's all good. As bad as the first day of school is, it sounds like you had a good ending." "Well, I will say that I learned one thing about me that I didn't realize until today," Luke said, staring off into space. "What's that?" Thinking about her halter-top, Luke told Aaron, "My new favorite color is lime green." ***Present Day*** Lurching up from the ground with lightning speed, Patton startled Wayne, making him jump. Wayne grabbed his shoulder to keep him from standing all the way, whispering through gritted teeth, "Relax, Luke! We're still out here in enemy territory, so stay quiet." It was still dark. As his senses slowly started to return, he began to remember where he was. The Lieutenant had already slept the first shift; it had been Patton's turn to sleep and Wayne's turn to take watch. Luke couldn't believe he was already awake; it felt like he had just closed his eyes only moments ago. If he had his way, he would have closed his eyes again despite the danger around him just to take a chance at falling asleep once more and reuniting with the angel in his dreams. If only that blissful memory could have lasted just a few more seconds. Instinctively reaching down on the ground next to him, he grabbed his rifle and brought it to his side. Blinking his eyes, Luke tried as hard as he could to wake up because he knew it was time to move out. His shoulder was still screaming in pain, but Wayne had done as much as he could to bandage it up and sterilize it with the limited materials and medical supplies they had with them. But it felt like it was getting worse. "Did you sleep as shitty as I did," Wayne asked Luke quietly. Patton sighed, trying to stretch out his shoulder, "Like an insomniac in a bell tower at the stroke of midnight." He thought he heard a quiet chuckle from Wayne. He didn't want to push aside the memory of when he first met Kaylee, especially in her cute outfit and that amazing lime green halter-top -- he remembered it just like it was yesterday -- but now was obviously not the time to dwell on the past. If he was unfortunate enough to be caught and killed on this night it was appropriate that his dream replayed the first time that they met, at least as quasi-adults, as if the events that already happened were being rewound just for him so he could see it unfold one last time. He considered himself lucky to at least have recalled this one last memory of Kaylee. But like his dream, Kaylee was part of his past and had no place in his present or future. Besides, thinking about her would do no good out here in a foreign land where his life was at risk. There was no time to wait, though; it was time to move. Besides, he had already recently burned that bridge with Kaylee. She was no longer his girl. **VI -- Burning Rain** \--- ***One Month Earlier*** Not a single noise could be heard in the large drab hangar despite hundreds of Airmen from the Flying Wing gathered together, all standing at attention. Every single one of them remained quiet and listened intently as the Colonel took the stage, knowing that this mission briefing wasn't going to be like any of the others. Colonel Ray, the Operations Group Commander, told the crowd to take their seats. "As of 2100 Zulu time tonight, Operation Burning Rain will commence," he bellowed in his deep voice, leaving no doubts that the mission briefing was all business. Pointing to the large movie screen featuring two satellite images, one geographical weather picture, and the briefing itself, the Colonel said, "This operation will supersede Operation Eagle Rage, and it will be ten times as dangerous. Thanks to our Intelligence, we recently acquired the location of five of the top ranking terrorists." The entire bottom half of the screen projected individual profiles of each of the five enemies. He continued, "Intel has reported that for the first time ever the five terrorist leaders and their respective operating cells are meeting together to finalize plans for terror activities across Europe and the United States. In recent light of this new development, the Pentagon has given us orders, through Central Command, to take them out." The crowd listened intently; everyone knew this was big. Luke, like everyone else in the room, digested every last detail, making sure he knew the mission details cold. There was no room for error, not from anyone; but there was also a feeling in the room that everybody was willing to do everything within their power to get the mission done. After a deliberate pause, allowing every single person in the room to take in the impact of his words, Colonel Ray continued the briefing as the slides shifted to a geographical overview of a small village at the base of a mountain range. "The enemy will be meeting in a compound just outside this village. Our Global Hawk will be in the area, fully armed, watching closely and ready to take them out. However, we will also need to insert Special Forces in case anything goes wrong, or if one of the five doesn't show up to the party. B-52 and B-2 bombers, callsigns Bane and Slaughter respectively, will be standing by for direction from our black ops teams on the ground." The Colonel cleared his throat, looking intently out into the crowd, "This is where both Pave Low Squadrons come in. Reaper Squadron will fly them into enemy territory as already briefed. Be on guard; you will be in deeper territory than you ever have before. Ghost Squadron will stand by with Para-Jumpers, ready to fly off of alert if things go south and medical assistance is required. "The bombers, A-10's, Pave Hawks, and just about anything else with rotors or wings will be controlled by Watcher, our Airborne Command Center, so stay up on the radio frequencies." He signaled for his executive officer to kill the presentation. The screen immediately went dark. Looking over the crowd, Colonel Ray stood tall and said, "Now, listen to me carefully. This isn't Vietnam; we aren't carpet-bombing the town. The high-precision GPS-guided munitions will limit the collateral damage. So, once the bombs drop, we expect retaliation. Most in the local town are loyal to the insurgents and will not hesitate to come out of the woodworks and take a shot at you. Even if we are fortunate enough to have a low casualty rate tonight -- God willing -- this operation has the potential to change the face of the war. In most ways for the better, but in some ways, for worse. Leaderless fanatical disciples have the potential to be unpredictable. Taking the terrorist leaders out will help in the long term, but the short term could prove a difficult and painful road." A hush fell across the crowd. "Remember why we are doing this and who we are protecting back home. We're protecting all of our brothers and sisters in the United States of America, but it's bigger than that. Think for a moment. Each one of you has someone back home that you love; just like every other American, you are protecting them as well. Who is that person that you're trying to protect the most?" Luke thought about his parents, his sister, and most of all he thought about Kaylee. The Colonel continued, "Intel has reported that over the last two months, we have found and raided three separate terrorist locations, each one with plans in motion to attack the United States." After a brief pause, the Colonel yelled, "*OUR HOME COUNTRY*! Trying to kill our brothers and sisters. Trying to take away our freedom. Trying to hurt those we love. That should piss you off. It pisses me off. "Remember we have a unique opportunity tonight to cripple the terrorist regime. I've laid out the mission briefing, and now each and every one of you must carry it out. Success depends on *you*. Am I clear?" In unison, the group roared out a thunderous, "Yes, sir!" "So again, maintain sharp focus, fight like you've trained, and remember why we are doing this. We do this so our country will stay safe, so others may live, and so others back home may sleep peacefully even with the knowledge that there is a monster out there. They sleep peacefully because they trust us to protect them from that monster. And we WILL NOT FAIL them. Good luck, and Godspeed." Colonel Ray departed the stage, walking down the aisle as the entire room snapped to attention. "Carry on," he said as he left the hangar. Patton and the rest of his crew looked at each other while the rest of the Airmen disbanded the hangar as well. "This is crazy. We have a chance to snuff out some of the really bad guys. Still, I can't believe we're doing this," Wayne said. "Nonetheless," Westwood told him, "You heard the man. Reapers or Ghosts, we're just the pawns in this game like it or not. We'll follow orders and get the mission done." Cash laughed, pulling out a dip, "Yeah, except the Ghosts have it easier. They get to sit on alert while us Reapers get ta stick our necks out in Boogieman country. Besides, we're not even the pawns. We're the chessboard that gets walked on." Westwood gave a subtle smile and told his crew, "Pawns or not, the Colonel's right. The bombing run should be simple enough, but Special Ops have to be there just in case, exposing all of us to danger. That's just the way it is. Get some rest, fellas. Tonight is going to be a big night, and I'm going to need all of you with fresh and rested eyes." "Anyone want some snuff? How about you, Patton," Cash smiled, knowing Luke wouldn't touch his tobacco with a ten-foot pole. "Um, pass," Patton said, unsure if Cash was joking or not. "Have it your way. Looks like I'm the only one that gets a Scooby-snack," he grinned, loading it up in his mouth. "Hey Chuck," Wayne asked Cash as the four-man crew left the briefing tent. "If you die," he said in a faux-serious voice, "I just want you to know that I'll take your Camaro off your hands and give it a good home." Cash laughed, "Fuck no; I'm not gonna be buried in a coffin. I'm gonna be buried in my Camaro. I'll drive it right on down and they can throw the dirt on top. Who says I can't take it with me when I go?" "Well, I'd give you my car," Wayne countered. "That piece of crap foreign lemon that's like ten years old? It gets how much rice per gallon? No, thank ya. That's your fault for smashing up your own ride." Wayne looked at Patton. Luke immediately knew what was coming even before Wayne asked. "Forget it, sir," he told Wayne, heading him off at the pass. "My parents gave me that Challenger; if anything happens to me they'd repossess it." Cash said, "Tell you what. If I die, you can have my old World War 1/World War 2 era French rifle. It's in great shape; never been fired and only dropped twice." Westwood and Cash broke out in laughter; it took Patton a moment to realize Cash wasn't serious, he was really telling a joke. Wayne muttered, "You guys suck." \--- Patton showed up early for mission planning. He hadn't been able to sleep; because he was wide-awake, he decided to show up early to prepare for the next mission. For the first time on his deployment, he genuinely wondered if he and his crew would return from the mission in one piece. The hardest part was always waiting when you were ready to go; it was the *anticipation* of flying the mission that took the most patience. He'd be ok once he stepped aboard the HH-60; he always was. Training and instinct would take over, just like it always did. The moment he put his gloved hands at the controls of the fully loaded minigun, he'd be ready. Still, Kaylee had been infiltrating his mind at the most inconvenient times, and a little too frequently as of late. Luke was having a difficult time focusing on his duties as an aerial gunner in the middle of a combat zone as thoughts of sitting next to Kaylee on his parent's porch swing incessantly invaded his mind. And to make things more complex, he didn't want to push those thoughts away. He wanted to embrace those daydreams of rekindling their relationship, thinking about cherishing her and adoring her if he had a second chance, if he were home. Intensifying the distraction that clouded his mind was his worry about what would happen to Kaylee if anything happened to him. He couldn't even begin to imagine how distraught Kaylee would become and how she would suffer if, heaven forbid, Luke were killed in action. The letters she wrote him were powerful. He could feel her emotion and love through every last written word and letter gracefully penned on the stationary. He caused her enough pain by closing off his feelings to her the last few years, and now all he was doing was opening the door for pain and misery to come flooding back into her life. But this time the pain would be unbearable. His timing couldn't have been worse. Luke couldn't shake the Colonel's haunting words, soberly reminding him about the dangers of their next major operation. Operation Eagle Rage was tough enough, but that was just the calm before the storm. Things were about to get intense. He could hear the Colonel's voice in his head: *Remember why we are doing this and who we are protecting back home.* Those words stuck with him; he couldn't shake them and he couldn't ignore them. *Many of you won't be going home.* Luke took a deep breath. Looking at his watch, he had a few minutes. He sat down at the computer terminal and brought up his email. Trying to form the words in his mind before typing them out, Luke decided it would be best to open up his heart and tell her how he felt, despite how painful it might be. *Kaylee, there is no easy way to say this,* he typed. "I'm so sorry Kaylee," he whispered quietly to himself. This would be the hardest letter he's ever written. *I love you so much, but we can't do this anymore. I may have misled you earlier; no, I lied to you, and I am so sorry for that. Things have not been easy like I led you to believe; it's been awful. I've seen things that I can't even begin to describe, things that give me nightmares. And soon, it's about to get worse. If something happens to me, I refuse to leave you heartbroken and desolate. Even if nothing happens to me, I will not be the same Luke you knew when I come home, and I refuse to disappoint you.* *I am so sorry, but I have to let you go.* Luke gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table, drawing a few stares from surrounding service members. He knew Kaylee; she would try to talk him out of it, and he would probably cave. He'd *want* to cave. But he refused to string her along; Kaylee deserved much better than that, much better than him. He couldn't do that to her. Luke deleted the entire paragraph, leaving only the first line of: *Kaylee, there is no easy way to say this*. He was racking his brain, trying to think of what to say, how he could minimize the pain he was about to cause. There was no way to avoid hurting her, but he *had* to soften the blow as much as possible. How could he let her go when he didn't even *want* to let her go? Even if it was for her own good, it hurt like crazy to even consider as a possibility. *Remember why we are doing this and who we are protecting back home.* The Colonel's words arose to the forefront of his mind once again, reminding him whom he was protecting back home. Suddenly, it made sense. Everything was put into perspective. It wasn't just that he was protecting her from the evil of the world, but he had to protect her from himself. Luke realized that he himself was the key. Either he could let her go now and cause her temporary pain, or he could let her get close to him and have her find out he'd never be the same person that she once knew -- or worse yet, die overseas -- either of which would cause her permanent wounds she may never recover from. Reluctantly, Luke grimaced as he typed the next line: *I'm sorry, but I found someone else. I have to let you go.* His finger hovered over the send button for what seemed like an eternity. Contrary to his nature, he was prepared to lie to the girl he loved -- a lie he convinced himself she needed to hear so he could protect her. Protect her from the pain he would bring her. Protect her at all costs, even if she hated him for it and could never find it in her heart to forgive him. His entire arm flexed and he reached down, but he couldn't hit send. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and made another attempt. He just couldn't do it. With a defeated sigh, his head dropped and his shoulders sagged. He looked over the words again, knowing he had to protect Kaylee, even if a lie was the only way to do it, but he couldn't send her the email. Not like this. Luke didn't even notice Sergeant Cash as he hurriedly entered the room. Without so much as looking at either Luke or the screen, Cash hit the send button for him. Staring at the screen with disbelief, Luke's eyes opened wide. The young Airmen was stunned... and angry. He leaped up and started to say, "What the f...," "We have to go NOW," Cash cut him off. Luke realized the Sergeant wasn't playing around; his face indicated he was all business and something serious was going on. "We're being taken off of Burning Rain; the other Reapers can handle it. We're taking Pararescue out instead. A massive IED went off and there are conflicting reports of how many Army guys were injured, but it's a lot. To make it worse, it was part of an ambush and they're still under attack so you better get your trigger-finger ready. You get Wayne; Major Westwood is already at the helicopter, and I've gotta get my ass out there and crank it up. I'll meet you there." Luke grabbed his gear and followed the Sergeant out the door as fast as he could, heading for Wayne's tent. *If I survive, Kaylee is going to kill me,* Luke thought, hustling as fast as he could. *What did Cash just do... what did* I *just do?* \--- Kaylee was inconsolable. It took Audrey at least five minutes of listening intently to Kaylee's sobbing over the phone to understand that Kaylee wanted her to come to her apartment. Even though she had no idea what was going on, Audrey broke multiple land speed records to get there as fast as she could. She'd seen Kaylee hysterical before -- after all one of the many categories she'd won by her high school class was Biggest Drama Queen -- but Audrey could tell this time it was serious. Just as Audrey stepped through the door Kaylee grabbed her hand and without saying a word, still fighting against her flood of tears, showed her the email. It didn't take long to figure out why Kaylee was so upset. Audrey covered her hand with her mouth; she couldn't believe what Luke said. Three simple sentences were all he typed, but those short words were enough to dramatically devastate her best friend. She had to re-read the lines a couple of times, making sure she wasn't missing something: *But I found someone else. I have to let you go... But I found someone else. I have to let you go...* *Found someone else.* *Let you go...* Audrey was floored. It didn't make any sense; this didn't sound like Luke at all! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kaylee sitting on the couch facing away from the computer with her legs tucked in and her hands wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth. Her face was heavily stained with tears, but Kaylee was trying her absolute hardest not to cry, sniffing and wiping them off her face. She rested her head on top of her knees; it reminded Audrey of an ostrich trying to bury its head in the sand. After the shock wore off of Audrey, she exclaimed, "T-that... that *asshole*!" He didn't even bother telling her over the phone, or at *least* send her a personal letter. He had to do it over email. Email! The thoughtless bastard! As quickly as she could, Audrey ran over to Kaylee and sat on the couch, holding her friend. Kaylee lost it, and the tears started pouring again. "Oh honey, I am sorry! I can't believe that jerk would do something like that!" For the first time, Kaylee managed to get out a few words Audrey could understand. "W-w-wh-why? W-we were so, so..." Kaylee blubbered before sobbing all over again. "Shhh, it's ok, hun. You don't need to say anything," Audrey said, trying to get her to relax. Kaylee ignored her. It was clear she had something on her mind and desperately wanted to get her thoughts out. She told Audrey, "We were s-so, we were doing so much better. I-I can't believe... I mean, he poured his heart out," she bellowed. Audrey stroked her hair, holding her tightly. Much to her surprise, Audrey realized a few stray tears of her own had escaped, running down her cheek. She really did like Luke; after realizing how crazy Luke was about Kaylee, she thought he completed her. They were like the perfect couple; she taught him how to have fun and enjoy life, and he kept her grounded whenever she tried to drift away and escape from reality. "I-I just can't believe he found some Air Force slut that quickly that he'd be willing to leave me for," Kaylee cried out in exasperation. "I mean, I don't get it! No warning or nothing. How could... could," her lip quivered. Taking a breath of air, she finished, "How could he leave me like this? I mean, I knew he was being a little distant at first, but he started writing me the sweetest letters. And then, out of the blue, *this!*" "This has to be some kind of mistake! Did you write him back or call him and try to get to the bottom of this?" "Yeah," Kaylee exclaimed patronizingly as if Audrey should have already known the answer to that question. "Like only thirty times! So far, nothing! I don't think he's going to... going to write me back..." Kaylee broke out crying once more. Her best friend was falling apart, and Audrey didn't know what to do. "Come on, hun, let's get you cleaned up and get you outside so we can get some fresh air. I'll take you to dinner." Kaylee shook her head, pouting, "I don't want to." The more she thought about the email, the angrier Audrey became. "Are you sure? It'll be good for you, hun; you can't just stay in here mourning. You don't need him, anyway. Luke can go screw himself. If he really were a good guy like we all thought, that bastard wouldn't have done that to you. We just need to take your mind off of him," Audrey said, trying to convince her. "Not tonight," Kaylee whimpered, finally getting her crying under control. "I don't feel like going out." "Ok," Audrey said quietly, still trying to think of the best way to help her friend. "Well, do you want company tonight, or do you want me to leave?" Kaylee thought about it. "You can stay," she said. "I'll go back to my apartment and grab my stuff. You stay here, ok? Don't do anything stupid. I'll be right back," Audrey told her, waiting for Kaylee to nod before she ran to her car. Audrey just couldn't believe it; she was still in shock. And as bad as she felt, Kaylee had to feel a hundred times worse. That wasn't in Luke's nature. Maybe he changed, she thought to herself as she slid into her car. After going from high school nerd to a normal guy (with Kaylee's help!) to a hotshot Air Force gunner, maybe he became too big for his britches and all of a sudden thought Kaylee was beneath him. Maybe he thought if he could score Kaylee, one of the most beautiful girls in the world, then he could have any girl he wanted. Well, no matter what the explanation, he was an asshole for treating her best friend like that. Oddly enough, Kaylee was normally the angry one, but this time it was Audrey. It was like Kaylee was hurt so badly that she couldn't find the strength to become angry. So Audrey had to do it for her. Which was fine, because Audrey hoped Kaylee would never see his ugly face again.

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Title: Enslaved to Scent-IV by adric listwajinn Tags: Anal, Cock Worship, Deep Penetration, Fox, Horse, M/M, Master/Slave, Mind Control, Musk \*\*\*(A note to the Editors checking this. If you know of a way to "Merge" parts 3 and 4, please let me know, I hate breaking the story up, but the buffer in the "Submit Story" won't let me past all of it at once)\*\*\* Basically 'Part-2' to part-3. This is it, what you all where waiting for. The hard Yiffing sweat sex scent. Hope you all enjoy it. I have a lot planned after this, but I think I'm going to take a break for a while. Still feedback welcome! \======================== Opening the door, Richard walked inside to a seemingly normal looking Cabin. Setting Servus down, the fox got only a small moment to look around before the door closed behind him and he found massive arms squeezing his body. "Oh my Pet! you do not know how much I longed for you this week! However hard it was for you, it felt only worse for me! Oh my Pet, my boy! I have such need of you!" He said as he leaned down and slurped the foxes face. Servus blushed at the intimate affections as he was led into the house. Coming to a small door, Richard smiled to his fox as he pulled out a key from under a nearby shelf. Unlocking the door, he led Servus down a narrow flight of stairs to an unlit basement. "Welcome to the playroom" Richard said as a moment later he turned on the lights, leaving Servus speechless. The small basement was cramped, and seemed perhaps only built originally as a shelter from area tornados. But what Servus saw was a room filled with sexual devices that boggled his mind. One wall was covered in racks of sex toys, dildos, and leather harnesses, in another corner a huge leather sling hung that looked built to hold someone even of Richard's size. On the floor rubber gym mats where laid out and on them, a grungy Mattress that the fox could smell from across the room. He shivered. "M-Master? Wh-What will we do tonight?" He said a bit intimidated. "Only what you want to do my Pet." Richard said as he spun the fox around to his chest, pulling off first his pets, then his own thin gym shirts before pulling them both to the Floor. The great Equine holding Servus atop his great body, he lifted his huge arms up over his head and chuffed. "Go ahead my pet, go nuts" He said as Servus licked his lips and eagerly dug his face into the smelly pits of the horse. Richard smiled as he felt the fox slurp wetly, going at his own pace. He wanted tonight to be special, wanted to tone done his domination and not fully assert his will on the foxes as he had before. Tonight was for his pet's enjoyment. And Servus was deeply enjoying himself. The pains of being away from Richard for over a week where erased as he pressed his face deeply into the warm damp Armpit. His tongue lapped quickly trying to gather up the moisture from the curly arm fur of the Equines underarm. The more he slurped, the more he wanted more, and soon he found himself begging the horse to give him a 'squeeze'. Richard was happy to oblige as he slowly lowered his bulging biceps down around the foxes muzzle. Pinning him inside a tight musky mask. The fox had gone only a minute before asking for a more intense level of play. It was a good sign. Richard squeezed his pet tightly, knowing in his current state, he would have been happy to spend the rest of the weekend drinking him. Richard had other plans however, and needed his Fox a bit more lucid. Lifting his arm up, he pulled the fox onto his broad chest and held him for a bit, waiting for his mind to come out of the relaxed state his oder had taken it. Looking into Servus eyes, they both smiled. "Oh-Oh wow." he said as he came out of his intoxicated state, the deep eyes of Richard looking at him. "It is far more interesting when your fully aware of the effect scent has on your mind, isn't it pet?" He said, teasing him a bit with a finger he had been rubbing his pouch with. Servus moaned deeply and nodded. "How would you like a bit more my Pet?" Richard said as he shifted, slowly sliding Servus from his chest and onto the mattress below. Servus had no thought of disagreeing and nodded. "Good Boy" Richard said simply as he moved atop his pet. His huge body hovering atop the fox as if to crush him. Droplets of sweat slowly dripped from him like some musky rain, the Equine watching his pet twitch and moan each time one landed on his face or near his lips. Slowly moving down and kicking apart his Pets legs, Richard snorted. "Such a good boy you are. You have done such a good job pleasuring your master, and you have learned some of the secrets of what makes us special. Why don't I thank you, pet?" he said as he moved his long muzzle down, slowly dragging his huge tongue along the new jockstrap Servus wore, teasing the already erect sheath inside. Moaning deeply Servus simply let himself go as the Equine began to pull down those restrictive straps. Quickly tossing aside the unwanted pouch, Richard brought his large lips to his pets shaft and began to slurp. Gasping with delight, Servus felt his inflamed shaft brought into the warm mouth of his Master. The horse applying fantastic suction to the shaft, as if asserting his dominance on yet another part of the fox's body. The attentive licks lasted only briefly as Richard moved away, bringing his face down, he slurped up his Pets balls, tapping them gently with his flat teeth, enjoying the squirms and gasps from Servus as he continued toward his target. Pulling apart the slender legs, he pressed his broad face forward, slurping at the boy's tangy ass. Sweat from his arousal yet clean of unwanted mess. Richard pushed more as he drove his tongue hungrily against the pink flesh of his pets hole. His powerful hoofed hands keeping his pet from Squirming away as his tongue lavished attention on the boys pucker. Snorting a hot blast of air onto his rear, Richard looked up and grinned. "Mrmm, your such a wonderful boy, and your so well behaved, but your Master wants a bit more from you." He said as he licked once more before slowly moving a hand to the boy's ass. "Do you know what I want to do with you, boy?" he asked as he slowly began to circle the saliva slick hole with a fingertip. Servus shivered as his paws dug into mattress. "F-Fuck me, M-Master" he said gasping. "Good boy, do you want to be fucked by me?" "Ye-Yes Master!" Richard smiled and suddenly moved back forward, ripping his jockstrap away, he let his stick, unwashed Phallus flop down onto his pets face. "Well boy! Better get to work lubing this up if you want it in you!" He said as he watched his pets eyes glaze over from the sudden assault of cockstink on his mind. Watching his pet tremble as he began to peel back the waxy, slightly greasy folds of his Sheathskin, Richard smiled. Knowing he wanted to give his pet a chance to worship and slurp at his cock more then it needed any lubing up... Feeling the quivering foxes fingers slowly unveil his spongy cockhead, Richard smiled as he imagined how much his pet would enjoy it. Looking upon the large, broad cockhead that seemed to wink at him, Servus could feel his conscious mind begin to slip away as he inhaled the rich cloud of stink that surrounded it. Leaning forward, he didn't mind loosing it all that much as he tasted the shaft with his tongue. It was total overload. Richard simply grunted and relaxed as he let his boy worship his cock. Once more letting his boy become intimate with the phallus that had first truly enslaved him to his will. Even now as he felt the warm tongue slip into the folds and creases of his abundant sheathskin, he knew each moment the bond between them grew more powerful. The foxes muzzle growing messy with flecks of the greasy aged cum, left from past orgasm. The nuggets drugging his boy more and more as his great flesh began to telescope out from it's home. Reaching downwards like some third arm, the shaft throbbed as it swelled with blood. The sheath full and tight now, letting the fox licks and clean along the entire surface now. Licking, suckling, drinking old cum, old piss, and fresh warm sweat. Ten minutes, then fifteen went by as his slobbered wetly to clean and lube his immense vein covered cock. Eventually, He pushed his pet away, lowering him back down on the Mattress. He slid a thick hoofed finger inside his hole as he let his boy slowly come out from the intense Stink induced trance. As Servus squirmed slowly, whimpering and licking the remaining greasy flecks from his face, Richard slide a second, thick finger inside and began to work it around, knowing it's large size would help to open him up. Slowly, the look of awareness came back to Servus eyes as he moaned. Licking his lips, tasting some remaining bits of the cock muck, he shivered and moaned. "Mrmmm, oh, oh Sir, Master, thank you so much. I, I needed that" Servus said in a sleepy dreamy voice as Richard smiled, making his boy squirm on his fingers, feeling his throbbing phallus wet and hard. Even slick and dripping with his Pets warm saliva, Richard knew he would need much more before he gained access to the deepest parts of his boys insides. Leaning forward, he slathered his now maddeningly erect Phallus with some of the greasy lube near by as he kept his other hand busy inside Servus warm hole. "I'm almost ready boy, I'm going to enter you soon and it's going to be like nothing you have ever experienced" he whispers as he wormed his hoofed fingers into the boys hopefully loose enough hole. Feeling the fox's puckered ass flesh pulse now and again, Richard leaned forward. "I'm not going to lie to you Pet, this will hurt, and it will hurt very much." He said, feeling his body whimper slightly under him. Wiping the rest of the grease from his hand on Servus hole, he shifted and grabbed his smelly, still slimy Jockstrap. "If you wish it boy, I can put you under, I can send your mind away and leave your conscious state numbed to the pain..." He said as Servus shock his head. "N-No, p-please. I, I want to feel it, even if it hurts, I, I want to remember this... Remember this moment" He said, a bit afraid, but wanting it, wanting to be strong for his Master. Richard beamed with pride. "My pet, you have made me happier then you can imagine. Now relax as best you can, this, will not be easy." He said as he slid his fingers from the boy's well-lubed and opened ass. Using both hands to heft the immense bulk of his horseflesh, he pressed the flat wide crown of his flare to the puckered ass. Smearing the grease on both up and down, Richard nickered a he felt the warmth of his boy's ass, imagining his monstrous length inside. He knew sooner or later he'd get inside. Servus grabbed at the mattress bellow him, biting his lips sharply as he felt the first intense forward push from Richard. He pressed his face downward into the mattress. Breathing in the dank smells soaked into the old bedding, hoping they would ease his pain somewhat as as the fleshy tip of his master's cock demanded entrance to the gates of his hole. It slid forward slowly as Richard whispered words of encouragement to his pet, his muzzle on his back, licking him, talking to him, and suddenly the tip was inside. "NnnrrnnRAAAGG!!!" OH OH FFucckk!" Servus yelped as Richard quickly clasped his shoulders, making sure he could not extract himself from the immense tip. Knowing he could not let his pet stop once it had started. Knowing he would need to feel pain before pleasure "Good boy! Good boy! I know it hurts, just relax, breath, breath deeply, that's it boy, just relax" He said as gradually the foxes whimpering died down a bit. The clenching of his anus making the tightness worse as as Richard snorted, keeping his tip from flaring too soon as he let his boy grow accustomed to an intrusion the size of a small apple. His eyes wet with tears, Servus once more swore to himself he could do this. He willed himself to relax as he clutched the mattress; it's fumes growing more potent as they where 'freshened' by the wetness of his body. After a few moments, Servus slowly gave a nod as Richard continued. The immense and thickly veined phallus that began to burrow inside, pulsed with the sexual energy only a Stallion could give off. The shaft was crafted to master and penetrate, and as the first few inches where pushed in, it had begun to fulfill it's fate to master this foxes ass. First three inches, then four, and then five. Each push forward eliciting small yelps and whimpers as the wrist thick member stretched the insides of Servus Rectum. Richard knew however, that tonight, on their fist union, he would have to restrain his full need for Rut. He wanted to mate his pet and slave, not impale him. "Pet? Are you ok?" he asked softly. "Ye-Yes Ma-Master, I-Im ok" he said in a raspy choking voice that made Richard sigh. He knew that voice, the voice of someone at their limit but was too proud to admit it. Looking down, Richard saw he had barely half his 18" of Horsecock inside. Still being as thick as his pets whole paw, he was proud to have got this much. "Good boy, you have done well, and you have made me so very proud with how well you accepted me. Now, we can have some fun." He said as he flexed his immense muscled cock. The fox shivering, then yipping as he felt the flesh kick. A moment later he began to extract the huge shaft. The internal suction as it pulled out powerful to the fox ass soon just the head was left inside. Smiling at his work, Richard ground his hips and buried 9" inches back up his pets fleshy hole. The gates of his Tailstar where burst open as what took 10 minutes to slowly push inside now was pushed back in in a few seconds. Servus muzzle hung gapping open in a silent scream. The feeling of such bulk inside him so quickly making his body shake from the force as Richard smiled. Before his pet could get used to things this time, he pulled back once more, waiting till the bulb was just about to pop free, then slide half his cock back inside. Each time resisting the urge to push in even more as he felt his slowly swelling flare battering up deeply into his pets guts. Oh Fuck, fuck yeah, yesss take it, TAKE IT!" He shouted as his hips moved faster and faster. Each churning slam from his waist making the fox yelp and moan as his ass burned with the fire of the now rapid pounding fuck. For Servus it felt as if his hole was being torn open, indeed he flet as if some of the flesh had ripped from the brutal fucking. But he didn't care, he wanted this, needed it, craved it. Each slam forward only reinforced his minds desires for this wonderful cock deep inside him as the constant burning sensation from his hole began to numb into the hints of pleasure. The connection between Master and Slave grew as the rampant fucking grew furious. Sweat dripping from both of them rand down Servus ass crack, seeping down and around the immense column of flesh as it pistoned in and out. The wetness filling the room with wet, lewd fucks sounds. Richard snorted as he could feel his pets fuck hole grow loose. The noises of his sloppy fucking echoing in the basement as each thrust forward and backwards would give a long wet "Shuurrlop!" noise, preecum and assjuice flowing out from the hole as the Equine whinnied in his domination of the boy. His orgasm was approaching and soon the boy would be forever his property. "How does it feel Boy? How does it feel to take my Cock!" he bellowed as Servus sobbed into the mattress. "Ma-Master I UNHG!! I Fe-feel so UNHHGGG! So G-Good! S-so sp-special ARUNNHHH!" he choked between shrieks and moans. His cries music to the Equines ears. "Good Boy! Yeah, Take it, and take me! Feel me own you, claim you! Your going to be a part of me, and you will ALWAYS feel my mark inside you!" He said as he slammed forward, pushing a few new inches into his pets ass, causing the fox to shriek as he whinnied. "Enjoy it boy! Beg for it! Accept it! This isn't you ass, it's mine, SAY IT!" he shouted. "It's UNHHG! It's your Ass!!!" The fox yelped "And your body? Boy?" The horse grunted "It's Yours!" The fox shrieked "And your very mind?" The horse snorted, and before Servus could respond, Richard took him. Flipping his body, he turned Servus onto his back, Literally screwing his ass around his pulsating cock as they came face to face. Lost in the moment, Servus could only watch as Richard answered for him. "It belongs to ME!" He said as he thrust the fox into his armpit and clamped down tight. Not just pushing him into the pit, by fully sealing his face from the outside world as the huge arm muscles flexed and squeezed him. A moment later Richard through his long muzzle back and whinnied as he came to a shattering orgasm. His immense seminal duct visibly became swollen as it filled with his seed. The first eruption of cum spewing inside the fox's ass so hard it felt like he had been kicked in the guts. Another intense torrent of cum spewed out with a sickening force as the horse felt his spongy head swell into the great trumpet shaped flare. Trapped within his Masters armpit, breathing only the stink and sweat in the small pocket, Servus felt a level of pure pleasure that lifted him beyond all previous levels as the connection between master and slave was sealed in this final act of dominance. For Richard, he gave himself fully to his orgasm as he pushed forward, driving his pulsating cock deeper still in his mad Orgasm. The massive torrent of cum rushing from him with such force it quickly overcame his pet's small insides. Even as the thick jizz was packed deeper into his guts, large jets spewed out around his cock as the flow backed up inside. Even as his head flared to it's fullest extent, making a massive knot inside, the cum still oozed and poured out, coating his ass, flowing down his balls, pooling into a puddle on the mattress. Time ticked by slowly as the orgasm played out from the Stallion, for almost 5 minutes solid he packed his pet full of the seed till at least he felt his cock shiver and shake. His body quivered as he felt the greasy cumplug slowly ooze out from his flare, making it's way to lodge deep inside and seal in his seed. Collapsing onto the mattress, Richard slowly extracted his pet from his pit. The boy had long since blacked out as his lungs had filled with raw sweat stink. Looking at his pets slowly breath, he grinned and kissed him. "Sleep well pet, tomorrow we shall really have fun." ========== And at last I'm done! To be honest there is a lot more after this I've written! But it is already so long, I felt I owed it to you to finish up here with the "good stuff". I can't wait to hear your reaction to this chapter and hopefully suggestions and comments :) Look for Part-4 "The Day After" in a few weeks :)

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Title: Schattenwald Teil 1 Kap 22 by Schattendrache Tags: Fantasy, Fight, German Language, Griffin, M/F, Story Series, Wolf Völlig geschafft von der weiten Strecke schleppten sich die sechs ans Ufer und ließen sich in den weichen Sand fallen. Keiner sagte etwas alle mussten erst einmal Luftholen. Die Insel hatte viel näher ausgesehen, aber da der See von einem Fluss gespeist wurde hatte es eine Strömung gegeben und gegen diese hatten sie schwimmen müssen. Markus blickte erschöpft zurück, Shirko konnte er nicht sehen, dazu war er zu weit weg, aber jetzt waren sie schon einmal auf der Insel und vorerst in Sicherheit vor allen Gefahren. „*Geht es euch allen noch gut?"* Cindy ging zu Markus und schleckte ihn ab, er erwiderte die Geste. „*Ja mir geht's gut Liebster."* Markus schaute etwas überrascht zu Cindy auf, so hatte sie ihn noch nie genannt, etwas war im Busch das sagte ihm sein Gefühl. Langsam stand er auf und schaute die Bäume an, die leicht anstiegen bis zu einer Felsgrenze die eine Spitze auf der Insel bildete. *„Wir sollten uns eine Höhle suchen." „Ja das wäre das Beste aber ich denke nicht das es eine gibt." „Wir werden es sehen Koschan."* Markus schaute sich nach den anderen um, doch bis auf Anira und Koschan waren sie schon am Waldrand, zuerst wunderte er sich, doch dann viel ihm ein das sie seine Befehle sofort ausführten, auch wenn es keiner gewesen war, schließlich war er jetzt der Leitwolf, aber es fühlte sich bis jetzt noch nicht anders an. Markus trottete zu ihnen an den Waldrand, dann gingen sie in den dichten ursprünglichen Wald. Hier waren selten große Tiere, oder Lebewesen, das zeigte das nahezu undurchdringliche Unterholz. Die sechs hatten so ihre Probleme mit den Lianen und Schlinggewächsen, die ihnen den Weg versperrten. Nicht selten mussten sie Ihre Zähen einsetzen um sich zu befreien. Doch bald kam Markus ein neues Problem, was sollten sie hier fressen? Er glaubte kaum dass es Rehe oder Hirsche gab. Das einzige war wohl Fisch, aber den hatte er schon als Mensch nicht gemocht er beschloss das später einmal anzusprechen. Sie durchstreiften die ganze Insel fanden aber nichts Nennenswertes außer Bäume Sträucher und Früchte, die sie aber alle verschämten. Letztendlich kamen sie zu der Felsgrenze, erschöpft und glücklich, da sie vorher durch ein Feld mit Kletten gemusst hatten und die hingen nun überall im Fell und juckten. Während alle bis auf Koschan damit beschäftigt waren ihr Fell wieder einigermaßen von den Kletten zu befreien schaute Koschan sich nachdenklich um. *„Was jetzt Markus?" „Warum denn? Also ich sehe hier ein paar Höhlen, kommt suchen wir uns die Größte aus." „Ich weis nicht ich habe ein ungutes Gefühl." „Warum den Koschan?" „Ich kann es nicht sagen, aber wir sind hier nicht alleine."* Alle warteten während Koschan die Gegend weiter musterte, doch es passierte nichts. So fügte sich Koschan, da keiner mehr Lust gehabt hatte noch länger zu warten und sie gingen auf die größte Höhle zu. Weit waren sie noch nicht gekommen als ein Schatten über sie hinweg schoss und direkt vor ihnen landete. Erschrocken blieben alle stehen und musterten das Wesen vor sich, es hatte einen Kopf der dem eines Adlers glich, auch die Federn und Flügel sahen so aus, nur viel zu groß. Des weiteren hatte das Wesen vier Kräftige Beine und Pfoten mit Krallen die man nicht unterschätzen sollte. Der Schweif des Wesens peitschte hin und her während es sie mit klugen Augen musterte. Markus musste an den Greif denken den er damals im Wald gesehen hatte. Die Stimme des Greifs klang scharf und feindselig als er sagte: *„Was wollt ihr hier?! Das ist die Höhle meiner Familie und ihr habt hier nichts verloren."* Das Rudel hatte sich zusammengestellt und standen in einer Linie dem Greif gegenüber, während die anderen alle die Zähne fletschten ging Markus ein paar Schritte vor und legte den Kopf schief als er mit glitzernden Augen sagte. *„Wir wollen nur eine Höhle haben, aber von welcher Familie sprichst du? Ich sehe nur dich und wir sind zu sechst." „Das geht euch nichts an! Aber ihr werdet kämpfen müssen!" „Mach dich nicht lächerlich! Du hast keine Chance gegen uns!"* Markus wollte dem Greif eigentlich nichts tun, aber draußen schlafen wollte er auch nicht, so ging er langsam auf den Greif zu die anderen folgten ihm. Doch der Greif wich zurück und schaute sich unsicher um, als würde er jemanden suchen, schließlich stieß er an die Höhlenwand, schaute sich panisch um, bis er vom Boden in die Luft sprang und davonflog. Markus musste grinsen und drehte sich um, auch die anderen hatten ein fieses Grinsen auf den Lippen. *„Den sind wir wohl los, aber jetzt brauche ich meine Ruhe."* Die anderen waren derselben Meinung und folgten Markus in die Höhle, es roch etwas seltsam, wohl nach dem Greif, auch seine Spuren waren nicht zu übersehen. *„Recht sauber war der aber nicht"* Stellte Cindy trocken fest und stieß den Schädel eines Tieres zur Seite. Dafür war es im hinteren Teil sauberer und es gab sogar ein Lager das teilweise mit Gräsern gepolstert war. Markus war der letzte und musste so auf dem kalten Steinboden sitzen, allerdings machte ihm dies nichts aus. Schließlich meinte er. „*Es gibt nur ein Problem, ich glaube nicht dass es hier Wild gibt, und die einzige Option wäre Fisch oder wir ziehen bald weiter." „Nein das ist nicht das einzige Problem, denk an den Greif."* Gab Koschan zu bedenken. Markus nickte zustimmend. „*Am besten wir gehen zu den Nachtmahren." „So einfach ist das nicht Zehra vorerst sind wir hier. Was sagte ihr dazu?"* Markus schaute Koschan und Anira fragend an den diese konnten von den Nachtmahren durchaus getötet werden. „*Wir werden euch folgen wohin ihr auch geht, solange wir erwünscht sind." „Gut dann brechen wir bald wieder auf, allerdings sollten wir uns alle etwas ausruhen." „Ich werde mir noch einmal schnell dir Beine vertreten."* Cindy strich um Markus herum und zwinkerte ihm zu, dann trottete sie aus der Höhle, wobei sie mit ihrem Hintern verführerisch wackelte. Markus schaute ihr hinterher, und fragte sich ob das Absicht gewesen war, dann drängelte er sich zwischen die anderen, so lag er neben Koschan, Anira kuschelte sich an Koschan. Zehra und Taiato lagen etwas weiter weg, Markus wusste warum, der Geruch der Gosrambo war für sie noch etwas streng. Aber sie würden sich daran gewöhnen. Doch Markus wartete vergeblich auf Cindy, die anderen schliefen schon, oder dösten und sie war noch immer nicht zurück. Er wollte schon gehen und sie suchen als er sie am Höhlenausgang entdeckte. *„Cindy? Willst du nicht herkommen?" „Fang mich doch!"* Sie bleckte die Zunge und verschwand um die Ecke. Markus überlegte kurz, dann stand er auf und schlich geduckt wie eine Raubkatze beim Angriff zum Höhlenausgang. Außen schaute er sich vorsichtig um, doch Cindy war nicht zu finden, aber er konnte sie riechen und spüren. Markus grinste listig. Weit musste er nicht gehen, dann fand er sie reglos am Boden liegen. Markus eilte zu ihr und stupste sie an. „*Cindy ist dir was passiert? Rede mit mir!"* Markus machte sich sofort Sorgen. Doch plötzlich sprang Cindy auf und riss Markus zu Boden. „*Du bist eine leichte Beute für eine hungrige Wölfin." „Ach ja? Aber ich bin stärker."* Cindy knurrte spielerisch und zwickte Markus in seinen Schwanz, dieser knurrte zurück und zwickte sie in ihr Bein, dann sprang er zurück. Doch Cindy war schneller und warf ihn wieder zu Boden, die beiden rollten ein Stück durch den Staub dann blieben sie aufeinander liegen. Cindy die oben lag schaute Markus verlieb in die Augen. „*Deine Augen sind wunderschön." „Nein du bist tausendmal schöner Cindy."* Cindy wurde leicht verlegen, dann berührte sie Markus Nase mit der ihren bevor sie ihn abschleckte. Cindy drückte unterdessen ihre Spalte leicht gegen Markus Glied, unweigerlich schob sich dieses langsam hervor. Nach einem kurzen Augenblick in dem sie sich beobachtet hatten fragte Cindy mit einem Grinsen: „*Markus ich wollte dich etwas fragen."* Sofort schossen Markus tausende Gedanken durch den Kopf, was wollte sie fragen, doch er glaubte die Frage schon zu kennen. „*Nun was willst du denn wissen?" „Willst du oder wollen wir..." „Markus, Cindy? Was treibt ihr da?"* Erschrocken sprang Cindy auf und Markus stand auf. Beide schauten Zehra, die langsam näher kam, wütend an. „*Ihr wart plötzlich verschwunden und da machte ich mir... ist etwas?"* Markus und Cindy grummelten beide vor sich hin, Zehra sah ihren Gesichtsausdrück und dann Markus Glied zwischen seinen Beinen, sie ging langsam Rückwerts. „Oh,...e\_s tut mir leid ich wollte euch nicht stören."\_ Zehra verschwand wieder in der Höhle und Markus schaute Cindy an, sie erwiderte seinen Blick, ob das Absicht gewesen war? Seufzend sagte Cindy: „*Komm Markus ich will dir noch etwas zeigen."* Markus folgte Cindy die Felsen hinauf zur Spitze, dort setzte sie sich in den Mondschein und schaute auf das Wasser. Markus bewunderte ihr Fell, das in dem Licht des Mondes einen schönen schimmer hatte. Der Mond spiegelte sich im Wasser, er war sehr groß und hatte ein dunkles Orange angenommen. Es war ein besonderes Naturschauspiel, das nur kurz vor dem Winter statt fand. Markus setzte sich neben sie. „*Er ist wunderschön. Woher wusstest du das Cindy?" „Weil es jedes Jahr so ist, nur dieses Jahr ist etwas anders."* Markus grübelte nach kam aber nicht darauf, solange kannten sie sich noch nicht. Nachdem er schwieg sagte Cindy. „*Jedes Jahr um diese Zeit war ich alleine doch jetzt bist du da."* Sie legte eine Pfote auf die von Markus und schmiegte sich an ihn, dabei rieb sie mit ihrem Kopf über seinen Hals. Markus seufzte und schnaufte zufrieden er hatte so ein kribbeln im Magen. Doch kaum hatte er tief Luft geholt viel ihm ein neuer Geruch auf, er war schon immer dagewesen, doch jetzt war er besonders Intensiv, der Geruch nach einer geilen Wölfin. Er versuchte den Geruch loszuwerden, doch er benebelte seine Sinne. Es dauerte eine ganze Zeit bis er wieder klare Gedanken hatte. „*Markus ich liebe dich." „Ich dich auch Cindy, möchtest du mich jetzt fragen?"* Cindy machte eine Pause, und Markus dachte schon sie wollte ihn nicht mehr fragen, dabei Interessierte es ihn doch so, aber schließlich fragte sie. „*Markus willst du Nachwuchs haben?"* Markus war nicht überrascht, an Cindys Verhalten hatte er sich das gedacht genauso wie das Thema schon lange offen war, und dann dieser Geruch. Aber sicher war sich Markus nicht, er wusste das sich Cindy nichts sehnlicheres wünschte, aber in der jetzigen Situation, mit den Wächtern und den anderen Gosrambo, zusätzlich hatten sie kämpfe zu erwarten. Wie gerne würde Markus Cindy so richtig rannehmen, doch er zögerte. Sein Zögern viel Cindy auf, und sie hackte nach. „*Was ist mit deinem Versprechen?" „Cindy ich habe nichts vergessen und du weist das ich auch Junge haben will. Doch der..."* Cindy brachte Markus völlig aus dem Konzept, sie hatte ihm am Hals herum geknabbert und jetzt lief sie lauernd um ihn herum. Ihr Duft umströmte ihn von neuem, und sie schien genau zu wissen dass er schwach wurde, wieder schob sich sein Glied weiter hervor. Markus kämpfte gegen seinen Instinkt und musste die Augen schließen, er durfte nicht schwach werden, das würde alles gefährden, doch er wollte Cindy auch nicht verletzen. In seinem Körper tobte ein Kampf, und er zitterte leicht. Wenn er sagte das er das nicht wollte, was würde sie dann denken oder tun? Markus Atem ging schneller, und sein Herz raste als er die Augen aufmachte und Cindy anschaute. „*Cindy... es tut mir leid ich kann diese Verantwortung noch nicht übernehmen, nicht in dieser Situation und in dieser Zeit. Es tut mir wirklich leid aber ich werde mein Versprechen halten."* Cindy blieb stehen und musterte Markus entsetzt, Tränen schimmerten in ihren Augen. Markus wollte schon etwas erwidern, als sie ihn anfuhr. „*Und wann soll das bitte sein?! Die nächsten tausend Jahre nicht?! Wie lange willst du kämpfen? Vielleicht wäre es besser gewesen wenn ich bei Shiro geblieben wäre!!"* Cindy drehte sich um und rannte weg, Markus starrte ihr fassungslos hinterher. Ihre Worte taten ihm sehr weh, Markus wurde schlecht und eine tiefe Verzweiflung machte sich in dem Wolf breit, was hatte er nur gesagt. Sein Verstand sagte dass es richtig war doch seine Gefühle waren zutiefst verletzt, vor allem wegen dem letzten Satz. Markus schaute unentschlossen umher, er wollte nicht schwach werden, doch konnte er die Tränen nicht unterdrücken. Mit hängender Rute ging er langsam zurück zur Höhle, er wusste dass Cindy nicht dort war, sie war im Wald verschwunden. Als Markus in die Höhle kam, schauten ihn alle an, doch als sie seine Gestik bemerkten schwiegen sie und beachteten Markus nicht weiter, wofür er dankbar war. Er legte sich in eine Ecke und schloss die Augen, vielleicht hätte er nie zurückkommen sollen, tiefe Schuldgefühle quälten ihn, und selbst als er einschlief hatte er schreckliche Träume. Der nächste morgen brach an, die anderen waren aus der Höhle gegangen um zu jagen und nach Cindy zu suchen die noch immer nicht da war. Markus war in der Höhle liegen geblieben, er hatte weder Hunger noch Durst. Seine Gedanken quälten ihn noch immer, doch das schlimmste war das er Cindy nicht spüren konnte, sie hatte ihren Geist vor ihm versperrt. Ein rascheln ertönte und Markus spürte das es Anira war die zurückkam. Sie blieb vor ihm stehen und schaute auf Markus hinab. „*Markus was machst du nur aus dir? Du bist ein furchteinflößender Wolf, wenn du willst, aber jetzt bist du nichts. Willst du nicht mit raus gehen?" „Lass mich in Ruhe!"* Markus drehte den Kopf weg und starrte die Höhlenwand an. Konnte sie ihn nicht einfach in Ruhe lassen? Anira ließ sich nicht wegschicken, sie setzte sich hin und meinte. „*Es ist mir egal wie lange ich hier sitzen muss, ich gehe nicht eher als bis du mitgehst." „Los verschwinde!"* Markus knurrte drohend, Anira seufzte und stand wieder auf. Sie ging zu ihm und stupste ihn am Kopf lieb an dann sagte sie. „*Los komm zeig Cindy das du es ernst gemeint hast, den sie macht sich schwere Vorwürfe nicht gut genug für dich zu sein."* Markus hob den Kopf und schaute Anira an, er hatte nicht gewusst dass sie so dachte. Anira merkte dass sie Markus Aufmerksamkeit hatte und setzte noch nach. „*Los komm, sonst fühlt sie ihre Gefühle nur bestätigt, mach nicht kaputt was du nie verlieren willst."* Anira schob Markus mit ihrem Kopf an und drückte ihm in die Seite bis dieser sich langsam erhob und mit hängendem Kopf vor ihr stand. „*Los Kopf hoch, bist du jetzt der Leitwolf oder nicht? So sieht eine Ziege aus dir Gras frisst!"* Markus konnte nicht anders, auch wenn er wütend sein wollte und schlechte Laune haben wollte musste er leicht grinsen. „*Und jetzt komm endlich oder ich erzähle Cindy von unserem Abenteuer!"* Anira grinste hinterlistig, Markus klappte der Mund auf und er zeigte ihr drohend die Zähne. „*Das wagst du nicht!" „Wer weis, also los komm lieber mit!" „Ja ich komme."* Anira nickte glücklich und trabte los, Markus schlich ihr hinterher. „*Etwas schneller bitte!"* Markus beschleunigte seinen Schritt, als er aus der Höhle kam blendete ihn erst einmal die Sonne bevor er wieder richtig sah. Anira ging schnurstracks in den Wald und Richtung Strand. Markus folgte ihr schweigend. Bald spürte Markus die anderen und plötzlich fühlte er sich etwas komisch, aber eigentlich sollte er nicht aufgeregt sein. „*Also Markus, sie sitzt am Wasser los geh zu ihr."* Anira blieb am Rande des Waldes stehen und schaute hinaus, in diesem Moment kam Zehra zu ihnen. Sie stellte sich zu den anderen. „*Wir werden euch alleine lassen und am Fluss nach Fischen jagen, und ich warne dich Markus pass auf was du sagst."* Zehra fuhr ihre Krallen aus und legte sie kurz zwischen Markus Hinterläufe. Als Anira auch zu grinsen begann musste er schlucken, was hatten sie nur ausgemacht? Mit dieser Drohung nickte Zehra den anderen zu dann verschwanden die vier hinter Markus im dichten Unterholz. Markus zögert dennoch kurz, doch dann gab er sich einen Ruck und ging langsam auf Cindy zu. Er spürte den Sand wie er zwischen seinen Pfoten hindurch rieselte. Sein Herz hämmerte, und er überlegte fieberhaft was er sagen sollte. Als er fast bei Cindy war drehte sie sich zu ihm um, Markus war erstaunt wie rot ihre Augen waren und blieb stehen. Sie blickten sich starr in die Augen, jeder schien den anderen nur zu mustern, schließlich hielten es beide nicht mehr aus und gingen aufeinander zu. Cindy presste sich an Markus und er rieb seinen Kopf an ihrer Schulter. Bis er endlich einen Satz zustande brachte. „*Cindy es tut mir leid, ich wollte nicht den Anschein erwecken das ich dich nicht mag, ich könnt ohne dich nicht leben." „Markus es tut mir auch leid, ich hätte mich meinen Gefühlen nicht so hingeben dürfen, ich weis das es so besser ist und wir warten sollten."* Markus war sich nicht sicher aber Cindy schien zu schluchzen. Er selbst kämpfte wieder mit den Tränen, doch schaffte er dieses mal sie zu unterdrücken und er flüsterte Cindy ins Ohr. „*Ich würde dich nie mit einer anderen eintauschen wollen, selbst wenn ich dafür sterben muss. Der Tod ist mir lieber wie dich zu verlieren."* Cindy schleckte ihm über sein Gesicht. Ihren Geist hatte sie wieder geöffnet und so spürte Markus sie auch wieder. Die beiden bleiben noch eine Weile eng aneinander gekuschelt am Strand sitzen, nicht ahnend das Zehra sie beobachtet hatte. Sie drehte sich langsam im Gebüsch weg und dachte: Besser für dich Markus, ich hätte dich umgebracht, aber jetzt kann ich es den anderen sagen und spare mir diese Sauerei. Sie eilte zurück zum Fluss, wo die anderen schon einige Erfolge gehabt hatten. Die Fische hier waren nicht einfach zu fangen. „*Und Zehra was ist passiert?"* Alle drei kamen zu ihr und warteten darauf dass sie etwas sagte. „*Sie haben sich wieder vertragen." „Na also ich wusste das es nicht anders geht, wer einmal seinen auserwählten Partner hat gibt ihn nie wieder her."* Zehra zog eine Augenbraue hoch und schaute Taiato skeptisch an dann meinte sie gespielt schnippisch. „*Ach und warum sieht man trotz dieser Situation das Markus Cindy wirklich liebt? Du zeigst es mir nicht oder selten, bin ich dir wohl zu alt?!"* Taiato starrte sie einen Augenblick an dann ging er zu ihr und schleckte sie ab. „*Besser?" „Hör auf mich nasszumachen!"* Alle lachten, und Taiato sagte mit einem grinsen. „*Siehst du, du willst es gar nicht, entweder Kitzel ich dich oder ich mach dich nass."* Sie lachten wieder und Zehra schenkte Taiato einen verliebten Blick. Nachdem sie sich wieder beruhigt hatten beschlossen sie auf Markus und Cindy zu warten bevor sie weiter Fische fingen. Die beiden hatten den Strand schon verlassen und waren im gemächlichen Tempo unterwegs zu den anderen. Als sie schließlich aus dem Gebüsch zum Bach traten und die anderen sahen war alles vergessen. Keiner dachte mehr daran. Markus spürte als Leitwolf zumindest von den Teranaren das sie das vereinbart hatten. Sie widmeten sich noch einmal dem Fischfang. Am Ende teilten sie alles auf, und Markus befand dass der Fisch doch eine leckere Abwechslung war. Da es diesen Zwischenfall gegeben hatte beschlossen sie noch eine Nacht auf der Insel zu verbringen, ehe sie zu den Nachtmahren aufbrechen würden. Am Abend kehrten alle gut gelaunt zur Höhle zurück, nicht ahnend das ihnen eine böse Überraschung bevorstand. Zehra, Anira und Taiato waren schon zur Höhle vorgelaufen, als Markus im Geist plötzlich Angst und Verwirrung von den anderen spürte. *„Verdammt da stimmt etwas nicht!"* Markus sprintete los, es war nicht weit zur Höhle, Cindy und Koschan folgten ihm, auch ihnen war es nicht entgangen, wobei Koschan wohl eher Anira gespürt hatte. Die drei stürmten in die Höhle hinein, ein fremder Geruch schlug ihnen in die Nase und sofort wusste Markus bescheid. Der Greif! Sie hörten eine Art Kreischen und drehten sich um, den Höhlenausgang versperrten fünf ausgewachsene Greife. Die Drei stellten sich eng zusammen und drohten. *„Warum habt ihr meinen Sohn Vertrieben und euch unsere Höhle genommen?!"* Also war er doch nicht alleine gewesen, dachte sich Markus. Das würde eng für sie werden. *„Was habt ihr mit den anderen gemacht?!" „Du bist also der Anführer dieses kläglichen Haufens? Ich habe noch nie gehört das Gosrambo und Teranare miteinander kämpfen und leben. Aber es ist egal ihr werdet diese Insel nicht mehr lebend verlassen."* Der Greif legte seinen Gefiederten Kopf zur Seite und seine Augen blitzen gefährlich. Auf ein Zeichen von ihm stürmten sie auf die drei zu. Markus wich dem ersten Schnabel aus und sprang einen anderen Greif an der wild mit den Flügeln schlug um Markus loszuwerden. Doch der Wolf war zu schwer und drückte den Greif zu Boden. Markus presste den Hals des Greifs mit einer Pfote auf den Boden. Fast hatte er es geschafft als er einen Schnabel in den Rücken bekam. Er brüllte auf und sprang auf die Seite. Die Schnäbel waren verdammt scharf. Für Koschan sah es nicht gut aus, nur Cindy hielt sich tapfer. Markus Augen begannen wieder rot zu glühen, die Magie schoss durch seine Glieder und vertrieb jeglichen Schmerz. Er zeigte einem Greif vor sich seine Zähne, sie Augen böse zusammengekniffen ging er langsam auf den Greif zu. Dieser war augenscheinlich etwas überfordert und wich zurück. *„Ich werde euch eure Flügel brechen!"* Markus stürmte auf den Greif zu und rammte ihn einfach nieder. Beide rollten ein Stück durch die Höhle, doch Markus war schneller und sprang auf einen Flügel des Greifs, dieser kreischte als es knackte. In diesem Moment hörte Markus ein Jaulen und sah im Augenwinkel das Cindy zu Boden ging, noch immer standen drei der Greife gegen ihn. Sie drängten Markus zurück zur Höhenwand und der Anführer sprach. *„Wir werden euch einen qualvollen Tod bereiten, aber davor will ich wissen warum ihr hier seid."* Markus knurrte und meinte: „*Wir sind auf dem Weg zu den Nachtmahren und dann wollen wir die Wächter vernichten!"* Der Greif schaute erstaunt zu Markus und schien kurz nachzudenken. *„Ich spüre das du nicht lügst, aber trotzdem, ihr seid zu weit gegangen!"* Mit diesen Worten bekam Markus einen heftigen Schlag ab, den er trotz der Magie nicht mehr abwehren konnte. Er sackte zusammen und blieb liegen. *„Gut schleift die drei auch zu dem Platz wo die anderen liegen."* Als Markus wieder zu sich kam war es kühl, er richtete sich leicht auf und stellte zu seinem Erstaunen fest das er am Strand lag. Um ihn herum die anderen, sie schienen noch weggetreten zu sein. Markus schaute als erstes nach Cindy, sie hatte noch eine Wunde am Bauch die Markus sauber leckte damit sie schneller verheilen konnte. Nach und nach wachten alle auf und ihnen wurde klar das die Greife sie besiegt hatten. *„Dieses verfluchte Federfie, am liebsten würde ich ihnen jede Feder einzeln herausreißen." „Beruhig dich Zehra es bringt nichts, wie viele waren es eigentlich?" „Wir wurden von mindestens 10 angegriffen und hatten keine Chance."* Markus grummelte etwas, die Greife waren mehr gewesen zusätzlich waren sie getrennt gewesen, aber sie waren noch auf der Insel. *Gut sie haben uns am Leben gelassen, und ich gehe davon aus das sie uns beobachten. Da wir es mit ihnen nicht aufnehmen können und sie im Vorteil sind, da sie fliegen können sollen wir lieber zu den Nachtmahren aufbrechen."* Es viel Markus schwer diese Niederlage hinzunehmen, aber was blieb ihnen anderes übrig. Die Stimmung war etwas bedrückt als sie schließlich mit den ersten Sonnenstrahlen aufbrachen. Markus wollte mehrere Dinge von den Nachtmahren, er wusste dass sie mächtig waren, und vielleicht halfen sie ihm auch gegen die Wächter, warum sie ihr Tal aber noch nicht verlassen hatten war ihm ein Rätsel. „*Werden sie uns dulden?" „Ja ich denke schon, denn ihr beide Helft uns schließlich auch." „Wir verlassen uns auf deine Worte Markus, denn uns können sie töten ohne Angst haben zu müssen."* Markus verstand Koschan und Anira in der Hinsicht, sie als Gosrambo fürchteten die Nachtmahre, da sie nicht immun gegen sie waren und normalerweise Feinde waren. Sie gingen noch ein Stück am Strand entlang, nach Markus Einschätzung erreichten sie das Tal so innerhalb von einem Tag, vorausgesetzt sie mussten nicht zu lange schwimmen. Doch als sie noch ein Stück weiter gegangen waren sahen sie zu ihrer Freude dass es kaum 200 Meter zum Festland waren. Jetzt war sich Markus sicher dass sie es bis heute Abend schaffen konnten. Fortsetzung folgt =)

FSE

Title: Chapter Four by Astorathen Dragornme Tags: Dragon, First Date, Friendship, Human, Humor, M/M/F, No-Yiff, Plot Development Shamira walked through the halls, her deep amethyst purple scales glinting in the fluorescent lights that lit them. She was about 6' 8", had a decent build for being female, yet also had the lithe features that resembled Fraolith. Shamira lacked the special markings or scale color that her friends Fraolith or Aedial did, but what she *did* have was a glowing set of emerald green eyes that was a subtle but gorgeous offset of her solid amethyst body. She chuckled and shook her head as she approached Fraolith's residence and heard Aedial and Fraolith already going at it in there, their usual playful bashing and teasing loudly echoing down the hall as she thought to herself, *I always tell them that they both should think about dating. Separately of course, but I hope that one of them can gather up enough courage to ask the other. It's no wonder that everyone assumes that they are mates with the way that they act.* She smiled to herself before shrugging as she finally decided that they were in some sort of denial that they were dating. She arrived at the door and knocked a couple of times before a "Shush, shush, Shamira is here," was heard from someone on the other side of the door, and the playful jesting went quiet. The door cracked open as Mirvanda opened the door and smiled at Shamira, ushering her in. "Hello there Shamira. And may I ask how the old girl is doing this fine afternoon?" He gave her a big hug as he shut the door followed by a peck to her right cheek. Shamira smiled and gave a return kiss to Mirvanda's left cheek as she replied gleefully, "I am doing quite well Mirvanda. Decided to come by and say good luck to the boy. He has had a rough life. If only he knew his true potential..." She paused and looked down at Mirvanda, a grin forming on her maw. She continued, "They wanted to go to the recreation center with me this afternoon, before they get their recruitment letters tomorrow." Mirvanda simply nodded and asked, "So do you want to go talk to them then? They should be in the living area wrestling around again. Those two should really think about dating the way they act towards each other." Shamira nodded, chuckling as she patted Mirvanda on the shoulder. "You have no idea how many times I have told them that, separately of course." she replied before she walked into the living area of the residence to see them wrestling around on the floor. One of the two shouted playfully as a yip was heard, "Hey, Let go of my tail! No fair!" Shamira cleared her throat and suddenly the wrestling mass of blue and silver froze in place. They both looked slowly upwards at the smiling dragoness that jokingly tapped her foot, arms crossed in front of her. Grinning wider and revealing a set of black teeth behind the purple scales, she stated playfully, "Heh, I didn't happen to be interrupting anything was I? Might you need some privacy to deal with those urges?" Fraolith and Aedial just bowed their heads in embarrassment before untangling themselves from each other. They stood and looked apologetically at Shamira, shifting a bit as Aedial blushed brightly. Fraolith was the first to speak, "Sorry Shamira, we were just wrestling around. You know, like we did when we were younger?" "Yeah," Aedial nodded in confirmation, before he added, "I mean, can't a couple of friends fool around playfully before we get our recruitment letters?" Aedial grinned and stared at Shamira, a chuckle forming deep in his throat, before the three came together and laughed heartily in a giant, friendly hug. "So anyway," Shamira patted her friends on the shoulder before looking at Fraolith and licking his cheek softly in comfort, directing her next statement towards him, "I really enjoyed your speech. It was very well done, for not preparing one a few days beforehand. I am honored to have made such an impact on your life. It's not every day that an old and experienced dragoness such as myself gets to make such a significant impact on someone else's life. And at the age of 95 years old, it makes me feel like I have made an accomplishment in my life. One of many I am bound to make in my long years of dragon-hood ahead." Aedial chimed in, adding his feelings to Shamira's words of thanks, "Yeah! Quicksilver, you did do a great job on the speech. You know though, I can't say I would have done any better of a job on it; In fact, if I were the one giving the speech, I probably would have nuked the audience with a boredom bomb. So I am glad you did a good job," He paused and glanced at Shamira a playful grin forming on his maw before he continued, "And I am about the only one that will keep Fraolith in line, because I had to help him out in many of his personal flaws. Again, thanks for the tribute in your speech Fraolith." Aedial chuckled, smiling at Fraolith as the group looked at each other, nodding and acknowledging their close bond of friendship. Aedial and Fraolith sat down on the nearby couch, making sure that no tails got sat on in the process. Shamira remained standing, before she sat down where she stood, dropping to a position that looked almost feral save for the smile and caring expression. With a loud contented sigh, Fraolith looked at the clock on the opposite wall and made a note of the hour. It was about fifteen minutes after two in the afternoon. They had to leave in about fifteen minutes if they were to make it past the students and get the recreation area before closed at four. Before they left, however, he wanted to talk to his friends about a few things hoping they could be ready in time to "beat the rush hour." They all sat there in silence for a few seconds before Fraolith made the first statement. Stretching a bit and yawning in the process, he mused, "So what will become of us three? Will we still be close knit friends through all of what life throws at us? After all, Aedial and I *are* joining the DSIU, and we might not ever see each other again. I don't know if I could do that Shamira..." Fraolith paused and looked over at Shamira, a weak smile forming on his muzzle as his eyes seemed to shimmer slightly. Shamira shifted slightly as she noticed Fraolith's saddened expression. With a graceful flowing motion, she rested her hands on Fraolith's shoulders, before kissing him softly on the forehead. She was stroking his cheek softly and slowly with her thumb as a mother would her child. After wiping away a tear that was sliding down his face, she comforted him by stating gently, "Don't ever let that negative attitude get the better of you. We will see each other more than you think, I am sure of it. In fact," Shamira paused to clasp a paw over his guardian mark, a warm energy permeating her hand, "I am positive we will stay together for a long time. It was fated to be so, ever since you were born." Aedial smiled as he watched Shamira comfort Fraolith, but shuddered at the thought of being fated to something since he was born. *CAN it be true? Could I have been fated to meet Fraolith and Shamira? I didn't even know about her until I met Fraolith. We do seem to have a close connection, and I can't help feeling that Fraolith and I are more than just close friends. I guess perhaps now is as good a time as ever to ask if Fraolith wants to date me. I really care about Fraolith I just hope I don't lock up again...* He righted himself and shifted a bit before resting a paw on Fraolith's own and stroked it gently. Fraolith started but he saw Shamira smile and nod gesturing towards Fraolith and a silently mouthed "Go on." Gathering his composure, he proposed to Fraolith. "Fraolith, I have been meaning to ask you this over the past few weeks. It's just that every time I wanted to ask you I just froze up. Fraolith, uh... umm..." Aedial looked down and searched for the words to say, butterflies seeming to find a home in his stomach just as he wanted to ask the question, even with Shamira standing right there reassuring him. Fraolith smiled, taking the lead as he kissed his friend's forehead. His earlier thoughts in his subconscious being laid to rest he slid a paw under Aedial's maw, bringing his eyes to meet his own. With a loving smile, Fraolith answered his new boyfriend. "Of course I would date you Aedial. And you don't have to feel left out. I would freeze up too when I wanted to ask you the same question." He chuckled and licked Aedial's cheek before nuzzling it softly. Aedial sighed in relief and smiled up at Fraolith before he got to his feet and pulled off his gown, the fabric making an audible ruffle as it fell in a heap. Hurriedly he reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a pair of black jeans. "Well if we are gonna go to the recreation center we had better get ready, look at the time. We got to get ready now or else we will be stuck in rush hour for about 30 minutes!" He pointed at the clock before he went to the bathroom to change out of his dress slacks. Fraolith looked to the clock to see that it was about 2:30 PM, and looked at Shamira. While Aedial was in the bathroom, he inquired, "Did Aedial talk to you as well? I saw you mouth something to him earlier. Looked like the words 'go on' or something." Shamira smiled and clasped Fraolith on the shoulder, nodding before replying, "In fact he did. And yes the mouthed words were 'go on', and was intended to only be seen by him." She chuckled at the dragon's observance capacity, before she looked at the bathroom, hearing the sink run as Aedial washed up. Its door was still closed, however it opened shortly after and Aedial walked out wearing his custom sunglasses that seemed to reflect like gemstones in the framing plastic. He gestured towards Fraolith, waving him over in a rushed way a tone of urgency in his voice. "Come on Fraolith get ready! You need to get out of those dress slacks if we can go to the rec center!" He tossed a pair of jeans at Fraolith and hurried to the kitchen to grab a small snack of Cheetos. With a shrug and a muffled grunt, he stood up and stretched his wings before he walked back to his room to change. Happier thoughts filled his mind now that the issues of Aedial wanting more of a relationship were dealt with. Looking out of his window, he watched as the many inhabitants of the DSIU Army School went about their days duties. He undid his slack and let them fall to the floor with his gown, sliding on the pair of denim jeans that Aedial had thrown him. They were a bit tight as he tried to pull them up over the scales of his legs, but not uncomfortably so. After he closed the clasp on the waistline of the jeans, he walked back out to the kitchen. When he arrived there, his friends were waiting and ready to leave. They all grabbed another quick bite to eat, making sure to wash the dishes they used afterwards. When they were finished, the three walked out the door, and with a soft ker-chunk as Aedial shut the door behind him, they began to walk through the halls of the facility.

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Title: Best Friends Become Lovers Ch. 02 Tags: pulled wayne, naked socks, continued till, smoke pot, wayne continued, teasing cock, north side, wayne looked, spent days, highly erotic *This a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I've had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is the second story of the events that changed our relationship from that of jerk off buddies, to lovers. I expect to follow it with many others as I fondly remember, and chronicle, my relationship with Wayne.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* As I noted in Chapter One, my friend Wayne and I had been sexually active with each other since we were in our early teens. He had turned me out, and turned me on, to mutual masturbation one night during a sleepover at his house. Our sexual activities had become more bold, and more frequent, as we grew older. They really came to a head during the trip to Yosemite National Park with the band and orchestra from our local community college. On that trip, we had our first anal sex together. As I mentioned in that installment, and quite remarkably in consideration of how long we'd been intimate, we had never had oral sex with each other. This is the story of that event in our relationship. Several weeks after our trip to Yosemite, in the late spring or early summer, we took a weekend trip to my families ranch property in the nearby mountains. We had been planning this for weeks, in fact ever since our trip to Yosemite, as we were both longing for some private time together. Every time I saw him, I got an ache in my loins in anticipation of this trip. In order to get ready, and to ensure that we would even be able to get there, I spent many days working on the VW MicroBus that Wayne's parents had given him for his high school graduation. While this may seem like a strange choice of vehicles for a young man, it was necessary as means to haul Wayne's band equipment to various gigs. I did the work as Wayne was totally inept mechanically and I am a pretty respectable mechanic having learned the skills from my dad. On the first day of our trip we got a fairly late start, as we couldn't leave till after our last college classes on Friday. After going home to pick up his stuff, Wayne came to my house to pick me up. Following the obligatory, "Be careful," from my mom, we were finally on our way after 4:00 PM. While the property is only around 50 miles from my folk's house, it took around two hours to get there as much of the driving was on both paved, and unpaved, mountain roads. This trip was slowed even more by the fact that VW Vans of that era were notoriously underpowered which made it difficult for Wayne's van to climb the hills. The altitude, which at our destination was about 6,500 feet above sea level, was also robbing the VW of more and more power as we climbed higher, and higher, into the hills. As we struggled up the final, steep, unpaved grade on our way to the campsite, I was thankful that I had spent a few days "tweaking" the little engine in the van. The lengthy, and leisurely, drive also gave us the opportunity to smoke a little pot, and have some good conversation, on our way up. Yes, I did smoke some pot in my youth, a fact that might surprise many of my friends and colleagues, as I became a police officer, and supervisor with considerable rank, in adult life. They would probably be even more surprised if they knew that I had a long- term relationship with another man in my teens and twenties. Wayne had no idea where he was as had never been to this area before. Once we were to the top of the final grade I told him to pull off to the left shoulder of the road in front of a locked gate. I got out, shooed some cattle away from the area, opened the gate, and he drove in. I then closed the gate and locked it behind us. Just like that, we were isolated from the world. We were now on family property, with tens of miles between the nearest neighbor and us. Our journey to "nirvana" was still not over though as we still had five miles, and five more gates, to go through before we reached our destination. We continued on our way till we literally reached the "end of the road". Here, the road stopped at the closed end of a box canyon. On our right was a small, rustic, cabin, and on our left there was a small pond that was fed by a mountain stream. Mountains, covered with oaks, cedars, and pine trees, towered in front of us, on our left, and on our right. The open end of the canyon, the road we had just navigated, and the cares, worries, and rules of civilization were behind us. We got out of the van and paused for several minutes looking at the beautiful scenery in the waning daylight. The subdued light of dusk was enhancing the colors of the beautiful scene before us, and creating an almost surreal atmosphere. The cabin was nestled on the north side of the road, on top of a small rise and under a grove of cedar trees. The pond, which was glistening with reflected color at twilight, was contained behind a small earthen dam. It filled the middle of the canyon and was about a hundred yards wide by several hundred yards long Pines and oaks covered the hills on the south side of the valley while the north side was a dense cedar forest. The air was full of the scent of cedar and the sound of a multitude of wildlife. Our experience in Yosemite had changed me and left me with no qualms about showing my affection, and lust, for Wayne. As he stood gazing across the valley and marveling at the scenery, I moved next to him, put my arm around his waist, and kissed him behind the ear. My hand moved down to rub and gently squeeze his butt cheek as I continued to nuzzle his neck and ear. He sighed, I could feel his countenance change as he relaxed, and he turned to kiss me passionately on the lips. We kissed for several minutes, our tongues entwined in a juicy dance, and he reached down and started fondling my crotch. I felt giddy, lightheaded, and very turned on, but gently pulled away and told him we had to get camp set up before it got dark. He smiled, gave me one last peck on the lips, and we started moving our gear from the van into the cabin. When I say cabin, I am using the term very loosely as this is the most rustic of structures. It was built in the 1940's and served as a barracks at a nearby Army Air Force training base before being moved to it's present location in the late 1950's, just after the Korean war. In the 50's and 60's it was used as a bunkhouse for cowboys on the ranch but eventually came to be used primarily for recreation. It is a one-room structure, with a wood burning stove in one corner, a sink, counter top, and cupboards on one wall, and a small pantry on another. There is no electricity and the sink is gravity fed from a pure mountain spring a hundred or so yards up the hill. At one time, the roof was made of canvas but over the years we had replaced it with a permanent roof and composition shingles. Lighting is provided by oil burning hurricane lamps and candles. Some members of my extended family use propane lanterns or even generator powered electric lights for extended stays but I prefer the rustic lighting. There are numerous bed frames with springs that are kept stored stacked in the corner and foam mattresses are kept on the open rafters of the cabin where they are less vulnerable to damage from rodents. There is also a very old, light oak, dining table and an assortment of chairs. As Wayne and I moved our stuff inside, it began to get dark and I lit the lamps and candles. The place took on an eerie, warm, glow that matched my mood. We cleaned up the sink and table to prepare our meal and I lit the woodstove both for warmth and for cooking. I also lit a small charcoal barbecue grill outside and softly played some progressive rock (YES, ELP, King Crimson....) on a portable cassette player. I was feeling quite domestic and was basking in the atmosphere. The freedom of being in the hills without the constraints of society's "rules", the pleasure of Wayne's company, and the anticipation of what was to come, left me feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. As I prepared the meal, Wayne was sitting at the table rolling joints. I put some steaks on the barbecue, some beans on the stove, and began to prepare a salad. Wayne lit a joint, walked over to the sink where I was preparing the salad, and hugged me from behind. He nuzzled the back of my neck, pressed his crotch against my buttocks and, since I was busy making the salad, held the joint to my lips so I could take a toke. As was usual, we had only the best pot, and I quickly became very high. Wayne continued to hover around me, touching me here and there, and even commenting about how good I looked in the warm glow of the of the natural lighting. I blushed, and was flattered but a bit taken aback at being complimented on my looks by another man. Still, it turned me on and made me realize even more how special Wayne was, and how lucky I was to have him as a friend. When I went outside to turn the steaks, I asked him to come with me telling him I wanted to "show him something." I took him by the hand, and led him about 25 yards down the hill to get away from the light from the cabin. We could hear the cacophony of sound from the frogs croaking in the pond and I told him to look up at the mountain sky, which was glittering with stars. The Milky Way was so brilliant that it almost looked like a luminescent cloud rather then individual heavenly bodies. He exclaimed, "That's awesome. It's so beautiful up here. I have never seen anything like this and I am so very turned on." We kissed and groped each other's genitals through our clothing for a few minutes. I was so turned on, and so happy to be alone in the mountains with Wayne, that I thought my hard cock would bust the seams of my jeans. With a sigh, I pulled back far enough to look him in the eyes, and found him looking deeply into mine as well. I brushed my fingers through his hair, along his cheek, and across his ear. He leaned into it, pressed my hand against his face with his, and kissed my hand. Though my head was telling me that having his kind of feeling for a man was so taboo, my heart was telling it was all right, and my loins were telling me it was the most erotic sensation I had ever felt. I took him by the hand, we walked back to the cabin, pulled the steaks off the grille, and got ready for dinner. I opened a bottle of wine, purchased for us by my oldest sister's boyfriend, and we sat down to eat. Dinner was a playful event as we consumed ample wine, kept looking at each other, in the subdued light, smiling, and sometime spontaneously laughing about nothing in particular. After dinner I began to clean up and Wayne kept touching me, rubbing against me, and making it clear what he wanted to do. I shook my head at him and laughingly told him I wanted to get this done first, as I didn't want to have to deal with a mess when I was mellow, and sleepy, after messing around. I've always been the kind of person who must have the work done, and everything in its place, before I can relax or play. A regular Type A personality I guess. As we had known each other since elementary school, Wayne knew this and accepted that when I had "things to do" everything, and everyone, had to wait. As I'd camped here with my family many times before, I knew the routine, and how things worked (like boiling water to wash the dishes) and I just got on with it. Wayne asked what he could do and I just told him to sit down and relax. He sat down, changed the music, sipped some more wine, smoked more pot, and we just talked. When I was done cleaning up after dinner, I lit a couple of incense sticks walked up behind Wayne as he sat at the table, put my arms around him, and kissed him on top of the head. I had never been as comfortable with my sexual duality as I was at that moment and the most tranquil feeling came over me as I pulled Wayne's head back into my abdomen and hugged him tightly. I don't know how to describe it, or if other bi or gay men experience it, but it's the same feeling I got as a child when I was sitting in my dad's lap or later when we were hunting or doing other things together. It is a feeling that I only get in the company of other men. An overwhelming sense of contentment, peace and wellbeing that just says, "All is well with world. Everything is alright." I get a sense of that feeling, and a bit melancholic, just talking about it in this story. Earlier, we had decided that we would go on a nighttime hike but, always the one to get work done before play, I suggested that we get the sleeping accommodations ready first. I had not intended that we end up in bed at this time, but hormones took over and one thing led to another. We moved the table over into a corner to make room in the middle of the floor. At first we put two of the bed frames next to each other and laid foam mattresses on top. This looked awkward, and even dangerous, so we instead decided just to lay the mattresses on the floor. As there were at least six four inch thick foam mattresses in the rafters, and only the two of us, we decided to double them up and make it a bit more comfortable. We laid the mattresses on top of each other and slid them up against each other, in effect, making what approximated a queen-sized bed. I had two extra tall sleeping bags, which I zipped together to make into one huge bag. Just the process of zipping the bags together, as Wayne nodded his approval, made my penis become erect in anticipation of what was to come. I laid the sleeping bags down on the mattresses, set my backpack with all of my "goodies" nearby, and plopped myself down in the middle. I then reached in my backpack, pulled out a bong, and handed it to Wayne. He put some water in it, handed it back to me, and sat down. I filled the bowl with a pinch of weed, and held the lighter to it as he took a toke. I then took a turn, then he, then I.... until we were both sufficiently wasted. Wayne looked at me with a devilish grin and, with his palm square in the middle of my chest, gently pushed me back till I was flat on my back. He then lay on top of me, began kissing me, and with our still clothed crotches pressed tightly together, began humping me and moving his crotch against mine. I pushed my hips upward, and spread my legs, so that we were dry fucking through our clothes. I couldn't believe how erotic it was or how blissful it felt. We continued like this for sometime, rubbing, humping, and undulating against each other. I was so turned on that my dick was hard as stone and my underpants were wet with precum. I felt like I was getting close, and as this was way too soon and I had very specific ideas about what I wanted to do, I told to Wayne to stop so we could take our clothes off. We sat up on the bed and I unlaced his shoes and pulled them off his feet. I then told him to stand up so I could pull his pants off. He stood next to the "bed" and started to undress himself. I told him to stop, as I wanted to do it. Kneeling on the mattresses, as he stood, I unbuckled his belt and slipped it out of the loops. I then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. As soon as I pulled his pants down around his knees, his erect penis popped up and stuck straight out protruding from the fly of his boxers. I grasped it in my hand, looked up at him with the most seductive look I could muster, and gently gave the tip a few licks. I had never before touched a penis with my tongue and even this light licking was exquisite. Just having my face so close, seeing every detail, and the "aura" of being in such proximity to Wayne's genitals was turning me on even more. Then there was the scent!! That musky, sweaty, scent of Wayne's genitals aroused me to an even higher level. I had smelled my own hand, after touching my genitals or Wayne's, and found the odor to be highly erotic, but this was different. This was another man's scent, and I was getting it right at the source. This is why we were here. This is why we had made this trip. This is what I wanted. I pulled Wayne's jeans the rest of the way down and he stepped out of them. I then did the same with his boxers. He took off his t-shirt and started to move toward the bed, as if to lie down but I asked him to stay where he was. He stood before me, naked except for his socks, as I kneeled on the mattress. His crotch was at my face level, I could see his entire smooth body, and I could look up into his eyes and see the expression on his face. He had an intense, suddenly very serious, look on his face. I didn't know why but I assumed it was just because he was apprehensive about this new "experience" we were about to add to our relationship. I myself took a deep, apprehensive, breath, reached around him, placing my hands on his butt cheeks, and pulled him toward me. I parted my lips, and pulled his penis into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth across the tip as it slid past. I moved my head back and forth, gently sliding it in and out, making sure that my wet tongue made ample contact with his glans and the underside of his shaft. Wayne let out a deep sigh. I had no idea what I was doing, was just acting on instinct alone, and merely did what I thought would feel nice were it done to me. It felt nice, warm, and totally natural. I had thought I might have a gag reflex, but there was none. When I was still, with my mouth closed around him, I could feel his pulse through his shaft. I found this to be highly erotic as if I had my mouth around the center of his being. Emboldened by the fact that I had no gag reflex, and absolutely no qualms or revulsion once I started sucking him, I pulled him toward me and took him deep into my throat, tugging on his butt cheeks, as I swallowed his entire shaft. With each thrust, I could feel the tip of his penis in the back of my throat. Copying what I'd seen in porn mags, and of course realizing that I was supposed to be "sucking him", I collapsed my cheeks around his shaft, making suction, as I pulled him in and out of my throat. I looked up and could see that Wayne had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, and his mouth agape. I was actually a bit astounded that I liked this so very much. I knew from his moans, and the look on his face, that I must have been doing something right. I slid my mouth off his dick and started flicking my tongue across the tip, around his glans, and up and down his shaft. Each time I touched the bottom side of his glans I could feel his butt cheeks tighten up as he reacted to the intense sensations. I cupped his balls in my hand, gently fondling them, and slid only his glans in and out of my mouth. This brought another breathy sigh from his lips. I pulled him even closer to me and, cupping my hand around his shaft, pushed it up so that his dick was vertical almost reaching his bellybutton. I licked the bottom of his shaft vigorously, moving from top, to bottom, and back, over and over again. I then licked all over his nut sack and balls. This brought my nose into closer proximity with the creases and folds of his crotch, where his man scent lived, and the smell just drove me crazy. I was so turned on, and leaking so much precum, that a wet spot was visible on the crotch of my pants. My nose followed the scent and I found myself, with my head cocked, licking his perineum, the area between his scrotum and anus, and even venturing a bit into his crack. Wayne's breathing was sounding quite labored and I could hear him muttering something. I pulled my head back, looked up, and said, "What?" With that serious look he had on his face earlier returning he said, "What do you want me to do when I cum?" With a smile on my lips, and a certainty of purpose, I said, "I WANT YOU TO CUM IN MY MOUTH." He looked at me, blinked his eyes slowly, and half sighed, and half spoke, "OK!!" I suddenly realized why he'd had that serious expression on his face earlier, he was concerned about what to do when he came. The drama over, and my intentions made clear, I returned to my new toy. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and slid my mouth up and down over just the glans while moving my hand in unison on his shaft. I could feel him grow noticeably harder. I started vigorously licking his glans, flicking my tongue around the tip of his dick and even into his hole, and especially concentrated on the underside where his glans meets the shaft. He grew harder still and was leaking copious amounts of slippery, silky, precum which I lapped at and spread all over the tip of his dick with my tongue. I then took his shaft in my mouth and began tugging back and forth on his hips forcing him in and out of my mouth. He took the hint and began to move his hips in unison with the bobbing of my head. Finally overwhelmed by what we were doing, and really getting into the groove of things, he put his hands on the back of my head, pulled me into his crotch, and started to fuck my face. He was only able to do this for a short while before he whined, "I'm cumming." Perhaps having doubts that I really wanted to swallow his juice, he took his hands off my head and pulled back slightly. Reassuring him, and not wanting it to get away, I grabbed his butt cheeks, pulled him deeply into my mouth, and applied as much suction as I could, as he began to pulsate and shoot his semen down my throat. It seemed like he came forever. He must have shot four or five good streams and a number of smaller ones into mouth. He had spasm after spasm. I thought he'd never stop twitching, writhing, and moaning. I could see his knees start to buckle and, for a moment, thought he was going to fall down. I gulped down much of it but held some in my mouth to swirl around, taste, and savor. It fascinated me. The texture and the taste were like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Slippery, yet sticky, salty and sweet, yet sour. There was no gagging, no revulsion, only fascination and satisfaction that I had been able to bring my friend, Wayne, off in such a way. Still holding his dick in my mouth, I looked up at him. At first his eyes were closed but then he opened them, looked down at me, and smiled slightly. I slid my mouth off his cock, opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out to reveal the cum still lingering there. I then licked my lips, spreading the strings of cum between my lips and tongue, before swallowing what was left. Wayne looked at me and said, "You are just plain nasty. " I said, "I know, but you made me this way." He smiled broadly because he knew it was true. Feeling contended, pleased, but still very excited, and with my underwear so soaked with precum that it was clearly visible through my jeans, I suddenly realized that it was getting cold in the cabin and got up to stoke the fire in the stove. Wayne, naked except for his socks, said, "Man! It is cold! I hadn't noticed till now," He got onto the bed and climbed into the sleeping bag. After putting enough wood in the stove to keep it roaring for hours, I blew out several of the candles, turned the wicks on the hurricane lamps down to a flicker, and went back to the bed. I then sat on the edge, got undressed, and climbed in on the left side of Wayne. As we were both cold, we moved as close together as possible, and cuddled to warm each other up. I was lying on my back and he was lying on his left side, his crotch pressed up against my hip, and his right leg over the top of mine tucked into my crotch. We talked about what had just happened and he told me that I'd just given him the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He wanted to know what it tasted like, and I tried to relate it to him, but as many of you may know, it's so unique, that I had a hard time describing it. I told him that it was great for me as well and mentioned that I'd almost cum just from the excitement of sucking him. He said that he thought I had cum because of all the wetness he'd seen on my jeans. I explained that all the wetness came from the precum that was leaking from my dick the whole time I sucked him. Once I said that, and with the realization that I had not yet cum and was primed and ready to go, he reached over and started gently stroking my penis. As he gripped the shaft, and ran his thumb over the tip and my pee hole, he realized how wet I was and exclaimed, "Man. You are wet." He smeared the slippery juice all over the head with his hand. He continued to gently stroke me, and ever so gently tease me with his thumb on my meatus, while he leaned over and began to kiss me. He touched my lips with his, ever so lightly, and we gently flicked our tongues together. He then started kissing my neck and worked his way down till he was alternately sucking on one nipple, then the other. All the while, he was teasing my cock and balls with his hand and was even slipping a finger into my crack, to tease my bunghole occasionally. As Wayne continued to work his way down my chest and abdomen with his tongue, we realized that the sleeping bags were zipped up too high for him to work his way down much further, and we paused so each of us could lower the zipper on our side to about calf level. When he resumed, Wayne teased my navel with his tongue then continued down till he was eye to "eye" with my cock. He paused and looked at it for a while, and I thought for a moment that he didn't want to suck me, but he then took about half of it in his mouth and began to slowly slide it in and out while flicking at it with his tongue. All the while, he continued to massage my balls, and tease my ass crack, with his hand and fingers. He bobbed up and down on it more vigorously for a few moments before looking at me with desire in his eyes. He asked me how it felt, if he was doing it right, and I told him that it felt great. I then asked him, "What do you think about it?" He confessed that he wasn't sure he would like it, and at first only started to "do me" because I'd "done him", but now said that he liked the way it tasted, the way it felt in his mouth, and mostly the way I smelled. He then "switched ends", so he was laying on his right side, with his feet towards my head, and started sucking me again taking me in much deeper than before. As he continued with this, as I became more and more aroused, and as I realized how close his dick was to my face, I turned partially onto my side and repositioned myself so that I could again reach his dick with my mouth. Having cum just a short time before, he was only half erect, but quickly sprang to life as I once again took him into my mouth. He stopped sucking me for a moment and said, "But you already made me cum," I responded, "And I will again. Does it really matter? " He just smiled, and shrugged, and we both returned to the task at hand. We continued like this for a while, sucking, stroking, and teasing each other's cock, balls, and butts, but I wasn't fully comfortable in this position and was having trouble sucking him as deeply as I wanted to. Without saying a word, I pulled on his legs and hips, rolling myself over fully onto my back, with him on top, till we were in a classic "69" position. As I did so, Wayne said, "Oh Yeah!!" In this position I found I could suck him more easily and felt more like I was in the submissive role I usually assumed with him. It also had the added, and unexpected, bonus of putting his dangling balls right in front of my nose where I could lick, suck, and most importantly SMELL them. This new position also seemed to suit Wayne well as he was working my dick over with new vigor. He was now moving his head up and down, at an increased pace, and taking my dick deeply into his mouth. At some point, he wet his finger, and worked it into my rectum. He was wiggling the tip of his finger, diddling my prostate, as he vigorously, and enthusiastically, worked my dick over with his mouth. In the meantime, I had found his asshole as well and, after spreading his ass cheeks to see and play with it, suddenly found myself with the urge to tickle it with my tongue. I had heard of this, and it had intrigued me, ever since another friend's openly gay adult boss, at a local fast food joint, had told me why his friends called him a "salad queen." I pulled Wayne down on top of me, took a deep breath, and not only licked his asshole, but worked my tongue deep inside. He moaned, shuddered, and said, "My God, what are you doing?" I didn't say a word but just continued to fuck his ass with my tongue. In the meantime, on the other end of my body, Wayne's enthusiastic sucking, and the prostate massage he was giving me with his finger, was driving me over the edge. I began to bounce my ass up and down on the mattress in unison with his bobbing on my cock. Each time I bounced, I could feel the shock waves radiate from his buried finger and into my ass. When I could take no more, and when I started to feel an orgasm welling up inside me, I tried to tell Wayne I was coming but I didn't have enough breath to get it out. He must have sensed that my climax was imminent, as he thrust his finger deeply into my rectum and sucked my cock deeply into his mouth. As I came, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before as the suction he was making with his mouth seemed to draw the cum out of me as if it were some sort of "power assist." I must have shot a half a dozen times. To this day, I think nothing rivals the feel of cumming while copious suction is applied by my partner's mouth. When he was through swallowing the bulk of my cum, though I continued to twitch and expel small dribbles, he sat up so he was literally sitting on my face. He then took his dick in his hand and, with a few strokes, beat the cum out of himself while I buried my tongue deep in his ass. The sensation of his ass, opening and closing on my tongue, twitching in time with his orgasm, was exquisite and I felt like my tongue up his ass was a remote control controlling his every move. His cum shot all over my chest and belly until he collapsed, his head landing near my cock, which he gently and lovingly licked. When we both had regained our composure he moved off the top of me and we once again lay down side by side. We stared at the ceiling, holding hands between us, while catching our breath. We then looked deeply at each other and kissed. The night was still young, and before retiring, we decided to take that nighttime walk we had talked about. What might happen there?

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Title: Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 05 Tags: mfff, older man, threesome *The weakness of the flesh* Several hours of clearing up at Uncle Albert's house brought me no real reward. It was arduous, unpleasant work on such a sultry day, and I felt terribly invasive going through the old boy's things. The reflection that now they really belonged to me made me feel slightly less uncomfortable about it, but it did not make the work any easier. I decided to tackle one room at a time. So I started on a pile of old magazines at one end of the front room and took it from there. Most of them were porn – the old goat had apparently kept every dirty book he had ever bought, even desperately tame stuff (by modern standards) from forty years ago. I dreaded that I might accidentally throw away some vital clue about FUCK so I checked everything thoroughly before discarding it, and this made progress slow. I carefully kept all scientific periodicals whether or not they appeared to be relevant to Uncle Albert's work; some of the astronomical stuff he had probably bought merely out of interest, but you never knew. I also powered up his home computer and spent a frustrating half hour trying to find the password. Knowing the man, I felt sure it would be some crude sexual obscenity and I tried plenty, but without success. Finally I called it a day and went home, feeling hot, sweaty, dusty and fed up. It was a fairly typical home evening, differing from the night before only in that instead of letting Wendy pounce on me the instant I got home I insisted on having a shower first, and the food this time was Chinese. I noted that I was already beginning to accept these comforts as no more than my due, and I felt I should miss them when FUCK wore off. I was also beginning to take for granted the sex on going to bed, in the middle of the night, and before getting up, and again I was not disappointed. As I watched Wendy leave for work the next morning I reflected fondly how loved and pampered I felt. This complacent mood was somewhat disturbed when the sound of Kylie sneaking home as usual reminded me that FUCK could cut both ways: it could give me the happiest marriage imaginable, or it might land me in gaol for some terrible sex crime. So I got on with things, calling in to pay the undertaker and visiting Uncle Albert's bank. Mr Lucas had contacted them as promised so they were expecting me and we discussed the procedures for the formal release of his funds. There was less than fifteen thousand pounds, a remarkably meagre return on a lifetime of brilliant scientific achievement. It was further confirmation that Uncle Albert's motivation in life had not been financial. I commented as much to the bank manager, who had an apologetic air as if thinking I might blame him for the lack of riches. "Yes," he replied. "Maybe your uncle was a seeker after truth." "Maybe he was a seeker after pussy," I wanted to say, but I kept this thought to myself. The events of the last few days made it clear to me that it had been Uncle Albert's driving passion to complete the project he called FUCK and unleash himself on the unsuspecting "young ladies" of London, only for a casual accident to cut him down when on the brink of success. For him, it was an incredible tragedy; but for London's young womanhood, I could not but reflect, a lucky escape. The mind boggled at the thought of what this decrepit old lecher might have done armed with the animal potency FUCK conferred allied with its apparent power to induce a dramatic sexual response in at least some women. The law would, I presumed, somehow have caught up with him before long, but he would have enjoyed himself in the meantime. And now, this gift or curse had fallen on me. Home again, I saw Kylie enjoying another sunny day lounging in the garden. My cock, well engorged now since I had not come for at least three hours, urged me to take a closer look but I was very firm with myself. I went straight to the bedroom and wanked copiously. This reduced to a manageable level my fascination with Kylie's massive charms and allowed me to get on with business; I needed to make a couple of calls, then I could resume the unpleasant but necessary task of clearing Uncle Albert's house. I also checked the answering machine. There were three messages, all from a cellphone number that I did not recognise. "Hello, Mr Walker? This is Connie. Connie Amoah from work. Can you ring me back please?" Half an hour later: "Oh, you're still not there." She sounded crushed, then pulled herself together. "Mr Walker, it's Connie from work. I'm sorry to trouble you at home but I need to talk to you quite urgently. Can you ring me on my mobile please? 'Bye." The final message was another forty minutes later, about ten minutes before I got back from the bank. It began with a huge, almost despairing sigh at once more hearing the answering machine, then: "Oh, Mr Walker, I don't know what to do. It's so important that I talk to you. Please, please, if you get this message, ring me back right away, please." The desperation in her voice gave me a strong suspicion of what must have happened. She was already in higher management's bad books, so I thought she must have crossed the line and got herself sacked, or at least threatened with formal disciplinary action. It would, frankly, hardly be undeserved, but I liked the girl and wished her well so I rang her back. I was pleased that she had felt able to contact me despite the embarrassment she must be feeling about the ass-flexing display now that the effects of indirect exposure to FUCK had had a couple of days to wear off. She answered her phone the instant it rang. "Oh, Mr Walker, thank you, thank you for ringing me back. Just one second...". I heard her telling someone to excuse her, that she must take this really urgent call. This was followed by her rapid footsteps and the closing of a door. She sighed with relief and resumed. "Sorry, I was in my course. [I had forgotten that we were sending Connie on day release on Fridays.] I'm so sorry to trouble you at home, but, please, I really really need to talk to you." "All right, Connie, what can I do for you? Are you all right?" "Oh, Mr Walker, I can't talk about it over the phone. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you possibly meet me here?" This meant probably an hour's drive to the college we had booked for the training, which I dimly remembered was out in the sticks somewhere, plus another hour back, at a time when I was desperate to get to Uncle Albert's. "Connie, I'm sorry if you're in trouble but I've got my hands full sorting out my uncle's affairs. Why can't you tell me over the phone? And I'll be back in the office on Tuesday if you want to talk face to face." "Oh, I knew you'd be angry. I feel awful." "I'm not angry, Connie, I'm just busy. Please take a deep breath and tell me the problem. Are you in trouble at work?" I heard her take the deep breath. "No, no, it's not that. I can't tell you over the phone. I just can't. Please, please, Mr Walker, come and meet me." I relented. I suppose I felt I owed her for the ass display. I took the address of the college and set off for leafy Hertfordshire on the northern borders of London. The traffic was mercifully lighter than usual and I was pleased to find it took me only forty minutes. I had told Connie an hour but there she was, already waiting at the front entrance. For a moment I failed to recognise her because instead of the tight trousers or jeans she always wore in the office she was wearing a jeans skirt that came half-way down her mighty thighs. She burst into a huge smile the second she saw me and jumped into the car with alacrity. "Ooh, it's lovely and cool in here," she said as she settled into its air-conditioned interior. I drove off. I had expected her to tell me what was troubling her but instead the normally talkative Connie seemed content merely to sit there looking at me. It was the same look she had given me on Wednesday, only more so. It was almost adoration. "Connie..." I began. She suddenly came to life. "Go left here," she unexpectedly said. "All right," I replied, obediently turning into a country lane. "Where are we going, and what's all this about?" "It's so beautiful down here," she replied dreamily. She was right. The lane wound through the rich green English countryside on a glorious June day. We approached a quaint country pub that I thought might be our destination but Connie simply sat there silently drinking me in and showed no desire to stop. The lane took us into a wooded hollow and across a narrow bridge over the stream at the bottom and as we climbed the slope on the other side Connie came to life again and asked me to pull off the road. "We can talk here," she said. I stopped among the trees, looked at her, and waited. Eventually she said, "Mr Walker ..." in a very quiet voice, but then trailed off again. Her eyes never wavered from me for a second. They were wider than ever and her whole face seemed radiant. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue sensuously touched her lips. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow. I was alone in my car in idyllic and secluded surroundings with a highly fanciable girl who gave every indication of being overcome with desire. I moved my face closer to hers. She mirrored the movement. We were only inches apart now. Somewhere at the back of my mind a tiny voice tried to remind me that I had been a faithful husband for twenty years but somewhere in my trousers a rapidly hardening cock told me to ignore it. We drew slowly closer until our lips brushed together. That was enough. We threw our arms around each other and kissed with ferocious passion. I sat back on the driver's seat, keeping my right arm round Connie to pull her across to my side, while my left hand groped for the lever that would lower the back of my seat. We never broke the kiss for a second. As the seat flattened out she shifted her weight across and swung her leg over to straddle me. At the same time she rucked up her skirt to gather it as far as possible around her waist. As her great chocolate ass burst free I gasped at the size of it under my hands, but I had no time to waste as I felt for her knickers. I groped in vain; the little minx had come prepared. My eager hands squeezed and fondled the vastness of her buttocks; each felt bigger than her head. Their huge circumference was such that it took me a few moments to find the dripping aperture of her cunt. Meanwhile her hands were fumbling to unzip my trouser fly. As soon as she succeeded my cock sprang free and she gasped in her turn. She was rubbing her body up and down mine like a woman possessed. I could feel my own hips beginning to move back and forth and then I felt the tip of my cock against her inviting pussy. Abruptly and without any instructions from the conscious part of my brain, my hands firmly grasped her waist while my hips drew down as far as they could then pushed vigorously upwards. My cock homed in on its target like a heat-seeking missile and plunged deep inside her. Some animal instinct had taken over; this was not tender sensitive love-making but raw primal fucking. Connie came almost instantly. For the merest second she gasped in surprise, then writhed convulsively and a huge long orgasmic moan escaped her. I was not done. As my cock thrust in and out of her now passive body, which I still gripped firmly by the waist, I heard her faintly say sorry, as if it were her fault she had come so soon. My desire was so strong I did not expect to last much longer myself. To my surprise, I felt my thrusts answered, tentatively at first but then more firmly, by a bucking motion of Connie's hips. Helpless slaves of our shared desire, we writhed like animals. I felt a swelling explosion within and then, with an extra powerful thrust, I forced my throbbing cock deeper inside her than ever and pumped her cunt full of bolt after bolt of hot spunk As I released my tension, hers seemed to build to a new pitch and then she in her turn came. This second orgasm was nothing like the first; in fact it was beyond anything I had ever imagined in a woman. If her first climax had been a convulsion, this was like a tidal wave of utter ecstasy. Her entire body seemed to quiver uncontrollably. I hastily let go of her waist in order to feel the effects on that colossal ass. Her hips were still bucking while the buttock muscles themselves were in spasm, the two rhythms combining to create an earthquake of flesh under my hands. After what seemed like several minutes, her body slowly relaxed. She was in some post-orgasmic transport of pleasure such that she seemed unable to move or even speak, but she did not resist when I lifted her gently off me, rearranged her skirt as best I could, and put her down on the passenger seat. Then I lay back myself, utterly spent. Eventually I pulled myself together sufficiently to lever the seat back upright, which allowed me to get a good look at Connie. She was sitting in a completely inert posture, breathing in slow pants, with her head lolled to one side. Her eyes were open but she was looking blankly in front of her and her face was divided by a radiant slightly open-mouthed smile from ear to ear. When I lifted her hand it was utterly limp and she did not react at all; when I let go it fell by her side as if lifeless. Softly I spoke her name and the rhythm of her breathing changed ever so slightly and she made an almost inaudible grunt in acknowledgment; it was only then that I was sure she was conscious.

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Title: House Sitting Ch. 04 Tags: As I was lying in bed the morning after my romp with Liz and Alex, my mind was racing. Since Amy had left for her vacation, I had slept with two of her friends and neighbors, along with one friends' daughter and her best friend, her other neighbor had spied on me with both of the friends, and I still had more than two weeks to go until Amy came home! "Well," I thought to myself, "she DID tell me to have fun." I also started wondering what had been revealed when Adrienne and Kate had gone out the night before, and how much trouble I might be in. The next week was pretty quiet. I mostly relaxed around the house, doing little things here and there, and basically just relaxed and enjoyed myself. I talked to Amy on the phone a couple of times, and I did get together with both Kate and Adrienne a couple of time each. To my surprise, nothing was ever said about them knowing about me being with the other one. Mary Beth and her husband continued their arguing, often getting loud late into the night. Kate had told me that her sister was getting fed up with her husband, and was close to throwing him out and filing for divorce. In my opinion, that couldn't happen soon enough. Finally, the day came to pick up Amy from the airport. I was standing just outside of Customs when I saw her. She looked even better than I remembered, in a sleeveless blouse and a long black, frilly skirt. Her two kids were behind her, dragging themselves along. When she saw me, Amy ran up to me and hugged me tight. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tight and lifted her off of the ground. "You'd better have a lot of energy stored up for me tonight," she whispered in my ear. "I think I can manage that," I whispered back, as I set her down. As soon as we got home, I helped Amy's kids take their bags to their rooms, and then took Amy's to hers. While they were all unpacking, I started working on grilling up some hamburgers, and everyone relaxed after the long flight home. Amy soon walked out onto the deck, after showering and changing into a halter style sundress, showing off her lean legs. "Damn, I missed that view," I told her. "Good," she replied, smiling at me. Soon after dinner, both kids decided to go to bed, still wiped out after the long flight. Amy and I retreated to the Tiki hut, enjoying the rest of the evening. "I like all the work that you did while I was gone," she told me, looking around the yard. "Well, I had to stay busy somehow," I replied. "From what I hear, you kept very busy," she said, smiling at me. "From what you hear?" I asked. "You heard me," she replied. "Don't try playing innocent with me," she continued. "I know all about you and Kate, and Adrienne." I didn't know what to say, so I took the wise course and said nothing. At least she didn't mention Liz and Alex. "It's ok," she finally said. "After all, I DID tell you to enjoy yourself, and I DID tell the girls to make sure that they took good care of you. From the sounds of it, you all did as I told you to. I can't be mad about that. In fact, I'm quite happy about it." "You WANTED us to get together?" I asked. "Yes, I did," she chuckled. "I knew I was going to be gone a long time, and I'd rather have you fucking them than someone else. I also knew that they needed to get laid, and that you would take good care of them. From what they both told me, you took VERY good care of them." "Well, I tried my best, " I replied, a bit more relaxed. "And that's exactly why I wanted you to take care of them," she told me. "Your best IS the best." "Speaking of your best," Amy said softly, reaching for my leg and sliding her hand up my thigh, "I've missed this big fellow." "Well, I know he's missed you, too," I moaned as she started to squeeze my growing cock. "Mmm," she moaned. "He missed me? Even with all of his new playmates?" "Oh, yeah," I gasped, as she knelt in front of me and started to unzipper my shorts. "Some times, old friends are the best friends." "I'm glad you think so," she said softly, pulling my shorts and boxers down. Amy moaned loudly as my now hard cock sprung free, and she gently wrapped her hand around my thick shaft. I groaned and sat back as she slowly stroked my pole, flicking her tongue along the rim of my cock head. She looked me in the eye as she lowered her mouth over my cock, and slowly sliding her soft lips down the entire shaft. Applying a slight bit of suction, Amy began to bob her head up and down as she held firmly to the bottom of my rod. "Oh yeah!" I moaned. "I missed this!" "What about Adrienne and Kate?" she asked, letting my shiny cock from her mouth. "Were they good cock suckers?" "They're good," I moaned as she plunged her face back down over my cock. "But they're not as good as you are." "Smart answer," she mumbled, not letting my cock from her mouth this time. Amy continued to suck and lick my hard cock as I sat back and reveled in the sensations, until she slid her tongue along the bottom of my shaft as she pulled her head back. "I need to feel this deep inside me," she growled, as she stood up and straddled my legs. Holding up her skirt with one hand, she took hold of my cock again, wet with her saliva, and squatted down until her wet pussy was touching the tip of my pole. She slid my shaft up and down her wet slit, and placed the tip at the warm opening to her hole. Sighing loudly, she lowered herself until I was buried deep inside her. "Oh my god!" she moaned as she leaned into me. "I needed this so much!" "Oh yeah!" I moaned into her neck. "I've missed this!" I slid my hips forward and pulled her long legs up, giving her room to wrap them around my waist. Then, I reached up around her neck and untied the halter top, allowing me access to her soft bouncing tits. "Oh, baby! This feels SO good!" she groaned as she started moving her hips, sliding back and forth on my shaft. "Mmm," I moaned, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. "Fuck me, baby. Ride my cock." "Oh, yesss! I love the way your thick cock fills me up!" she gasped, as she picked up speed. I reached out and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her forward and stuffing my meat into her hot pussy. As I held her tight to my body, I started to buck up into her in short, quick thrusts, trying to match her hip movement. "Oh yeah!" she moaned into my ear. "Fuck me! Fuck my wet pussy!" I held her tight to my chest as I felt her body start to shake. She gasped when she felt my cock bottom out in her pussy, and let out a long, low moan. As I held her, I heard the slight rustling in the leaves, and I knew immediately that Mary Beth was watching again. I decided if she wanted a show, I'd give her a show, and I had Amy get up. As she stood, her dress fell down around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Holding her by the hips, I turned her around and pulled her back down. As I discretely looked over her shoulder at where I heard the noise, I could faintly make out Mary Beth's shape behind a small tree. Amy moaned again at the feel my cock sliding back up into her wet hole. "Oh yeah! That feels so good!" she gasped, rocking her hips back and forth. "Do you like that?' I asked, loud enough for Mary Beth to hear. "Yes!" Amy exclaimed. "Oh, god, you make me feel so good!" I reached around her body and started to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples, as she continued to ride me. Soon, I felt her fingers sliding across my balls as she began to play with her clit. "Oh, baby! I'm gonna cum!" she moaned. Pulling her back to me, I whispered in her ear. "Tell me when you cum, baby. I want to hear you. Let the neighbors know, too." Amy moaned loudly as I released her, and started to bounce her hips up and down on my cock. I knew that Mary Beth would have a great view of Amy's tits bouncing on her chest, along with my hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "Yes! Oh, yeah! Baby! I'm cumming!" Her legs gave out as her body started to shake again, and I felt a surge of her juices flowing down over my balls. "Oh, baby! That feels so good!" she moaned, as I held her down on my cock. "Oh yeah! Your hot pussy feels so good!" I moaned loudly. "You're gonna make me cum soon!" "Ohhh!" Amy moaned, placing her hands on my legs and moving her hips back and forth. "Cum for me baby!" "Oh yeah!" I groaned. "That's good! I'm gonna cum, baby!" Amy jumped up and turned around, grabbing tightly to the base of my cock. She plunged her mouth down over my wet cock and started sucking on it as she got on her knees between my legs. "Cum for me, baby!" she moaned, letting my shiny shaft from her mouth. "I wanna taste your hot cum!" As she started sucking on the head again, she began stroking the length of the shaft. She started with long, slow strokes, and quickly picked up speed, all while her lips and tongue worked on my head and the sensitive ring underneath it. "Oh yeah! That's it! Play with your clit while you suck my cock!" I told her. She plunged her head down, swallowing my cock and moaning, while she slid her free hand between her legs. I felt my balls start to contract, and I reached down and held her head as I started bucking my hips against her face. "Oh yeah baby! I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed loudly as I held her head tight. "Oh yeah!" I grunted, as I felt my cock start to blast it's load past her lips. "Oh shit! Yess!" Amy moaned around my shaft as it continued to spurt down her throat. I felt her shudder as she must have brought herself off with her fingers while sucking me. Finally, after milking my cock dry, Amy let the softening shaft fall from her mouth and climbed up onto the seat with me. "Oh my god, baby!" she moaned into my ear. "That was amazing! I needed that so much! I was missing your cock so bad!" "Mmm. My cock missed you, too, baby," I told her. After a couple of minutes, we walked back into the house, holding our clothes, and went to bed. As we lay in bed, my arm around her shoulder and Amy's head on my chest, we talked a little more. "I still can't believe that you wanted me to fuck your two friends," I told her. "I didn't want you to be too lonely while I was gone, baby," she replied. "And like I said, they needed some good fucking, and I'd rather you fuck them than some stranger." "I kind of understand that," I replied, "but it's just a little different, I guess. I've never been with a woman who wanted me to sleep with two of her friends while she was gone. Believe me, I'm not complaining!" "Actually," she said, lifting her head from my chest, "I was kind of hoping that you'd get to all three of them." "All three?" I asked. "Yes," she answered. "Out of all three girls, Mary Beth probably needs it the most. From what she's told us, Joe treats her like crap, and he's so selfish and bad in bed, she doesn't want to have sex." "The fact that he treats her like crap isn't exactly news," I said, "and his being selfish in bed isn't a shocker either, but the fact is that she's still married." "I know," she replied. "I was hoping that she'd come to her senses and thrown him out by now." "Well, unless, and until, she does, it's all just fodder for fantasy," I told her. "I'm not sleeping with a married woman, no matter how much of an ass her husband is." "I understand," Amy sighed. Soon after, we both drifted off to sleep, with me thinking about Mary Beth, and her voyeurism. True to Amy's wishes, Mary Beth threw her husband out and had him arrested three days later, after he came home drunk and hit her. I couldn't tell who was happier, Amy or Kate. Mary Beth was just relieved. ------------------------------ Over the next couple of weeks, life returned to normal. I had moved all of my things into Amy's house, and, at her encouragement, continued the relationships that I had with Adrienne and Kate, seeing both of them occasionally when I went to their houses to "do some work around the house." About a month later, everyone in the cul-de-sac began to prepare for their annual mid-summer party, and added Joe's departure to the reasons to celebrate. Mary Beth had filed for divorce, using my attorney, who I knew would tear Joe to shreds in court. The day of the party, everyone was in good spirits. Food was flying off of the grills, drinks were flowing, and everyone was dancing, literally, in the streets. All four women looked great, with Mary Beth looking especially fine after the Amy and Kate took her shopping for a new wardrobe, getting her to buy clothes that her soon-to-be-ex would never approve of. For the party, all four women were wearing flowery summer dresses, and Mary Beth wore a pair of wedge sandals, towering over all of the other women, especially considering that she was taller than all of them top begin with. As it got late, the party started winding sown, and the women and I retreated to our yard. I found myself seated in between Amy and Mary Beth as we talked and continued drinking. Mary Beth started filling us in on the goings-on of her divorce proceedings, and thanking me for referring her to my lawyer. "I can't thank you enough for everything that you've done for me," she told us. "I couldn't have gone this far without all of you." "Don't worry about it," I told her, putting my arm around her shoulder as she started weeping. "That's what friends are for. We take care of each other." She started crying a little more, and buried her face into my shoulder. "I was so stupid for letting him get away with his crap for so long," she cried. "You weren't stupid at all," Adrienne countered, sitting herself on Mary Beth's other side. It took a minute or so to calm her back down, and then Mary Beth looked at the other women. "Can I talk to him, alone?" she asked them. Amy smiled her naughty little smile as she replied, "Of course. We'll go inside and leave you two alone for a while." As soon as we heard the patio door close, Mary Beth asked me, "Am I attractive?" "Of course you're attractive," I told her. "You're a beautiful woman. Why would you ask something like that?" "I found out that Joe was going to strip bars, and I thought that I'd strip for him, for his birthday," she told me. "I thought that would be a good way to get his attention." "Well, that would certainly work for me!" I said. "So, I got all dressed up in a sexy dress, with sexy lingerie underneath it," she continued, "when I sat him down and turned on the music, he said 'What the hell do you think you're doing?', and I told him what I was going to do. He said 'Why the hell would I wanna see your fat ass dancing for me?'" I sat there shocked for a second, and then I said, "Well, I've always said that he was an ass. That kind of thing just proves it." "So you don't think that I'm fat?" she asked. "Not in the least," I told her. "You're a real woman, not some scrawny, silicone-enhanced kid. If he can't appreciate that, that's HIS problem." Mary Beth smiled at me and took a big gulp of her cocktail. "So what would you do if I was your woman, and wanted to strip for you?" she asked, slightly slurring her words. "Whether you were my woman or not, I'd sit back and enjoy the hell out of it," I told her smiling back at her. "So, you'd really like to see my middle-aged body dance and strip for you?" she asked softly, rising to her feet and standing in front of me, wobbling slightly. "I'd not only like it, I'd love it," I replied. "Really?" she asked, as her body started swaying back and forth. "You'd want to see me naked?" "Of course?" I answered. "Why wouldn't I?" "Well, I don't have Amy's body, for starters," she said, as she started to slide her hands up and down her dress. "Do you hear me complaining?" I asked. Smiling, I sat back and watched as her hands continued to glide across her body, her fingertips just peeking underneath her skirt and inside her top. "I've never been naked in front of another man, other than Joe," she said softly. "I don't know if I can strip in front of you." "If you're nervous, just close your eyes, and pretend that you're all alone in your bedroom," I told her, keeping my voice as soft as hers. "Then just do whatever feels right." I watched as she closed her eyes and started swaying again, in rhythm to a tune that only she heard. Her hips moved back and forth, the fingertips of one hand slipping underneath the hem of her skirt once more, and she began to slowly unbutton the front of her dress even further. Enjoying the show that she was putting on for me, I started to gently squeeze my growing cock, which was quickly becoming confined inside my shorts. When she had undone the last button on her dress, she shrugged her shoulders and the dress dropped to the ground. Opening her eyes, she stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside. Looking at my hand squeezing my bulge, she smiled and asked, "Should I keep going?" "Absolutely!" I replied, smiling back at her. This time, she kept her eyes open, still watching me squeeze myself, as she resumed swaying her hips. While she may not have been the greatest dancer, I wasn't going to complain. I was pleasantly surprised looking over her body as she moved. The women had done a very nice job outfitting her in a new sheer red lace bra and panty set, which set off against her fair complexion very nicely. The panties were a thong, cut high on her hips which accentuated her long legs, and the bra was cut low, just covering her nipples and barely containing her full breasts. She walked towards me and lifted up one foot, placing it on my thigh and leaning down to put a hand on my shoulders. "I'm too drunk to move in these," she giggled. "Will you take them off of me?" "I'd enjoy the pleasure," I told her, as I unbuckled the strap to first one sandal, and then the other. I slowly and lightly slid my hands up her smooth legs as I removed the footwear, and she shuddered lightly, sighing and smiling down at me. When I dropped the second sandal, Mary Beth turned and walked back to a couple of steps, about half the distance that she started from. While she walked, my eyes were glued to her ass. While it wasn't the tiny, firm ass of an eighteen year-old, but rather the full, curvy ass of a woman in her late thirties, it was a very delectable sight, especially with the back strap of her thong splitting her ass cheeks. My only thought while I watched her was that Joe was an even bigger ass than I had ever given him credit for. I put my hand back on my bulge as I watched Mary Beth start moving again, and her eyes went right back to watching me squeeze myself. I saw the tip of her tongue peek out through her lips as we watched each other, and she started sliding her hands across the thin lace covering her breasts. I could see the dark outline of her nipples through the lace pattern as she traced her fingertips around it. After a couple of minutes, she brought both hands to the center of her bra, and slowly unhooked it. The cups hung loosely over her breasts as she slowly began to slide the shoulder straps down her arms. When the straps were hanging around her elbows, she smiled at me and turned around, shaking her ass and letting her bra drop to the ground. When she turned around, she had her hands covering her full breasts. "Do you want to see my titties?" she asked, moaning as she softly squeezed them. "I'd love to see your beautiful titties," I told her softly. "Well, I want to see something too," she replied, squeezing herself harder. "What would you like to see?" I teased. "That," she answered, nodding towards my pants. "What, 'that'? I teased more. "Do you want to see THIS?" I asked, lifting my arm and putting my hand out. "No," she moaned. "You know what I want to see." "Do you want to see my shorts?" I continued, standing up. "NO!" she moaned louder. "I want to see what's IN your shorts!" "Oh," I replied, unbuttoning my waistband. "You want to see these?" I asked, as my shorts fell to the ground. "Ohh! NO! I want to see what's under there!" she whined. "And what's under there that you want to see?" I teased, hooking my thumbs inside the elastic. "Your...thing," she answered. "I want to see your...thing." "You want to see this?" I asked her, sliding one hand down and squeezing my prominent bulge. "Yes!" she whimpered. "Please!" "I want you to tell me what it is, first," I told her. "It's not a 'thing'" "Your...penis," she said softly. "Show me your penis." "Oh, baby," I replied. "It's only a 'penis' when it's soft. It's way too hard right now for that." Mary Beth whimpered louder and squeezed her tits harder as she stood there, staring at my covered cock. I could see that she was pinching her nipples as she stood there, and it seemed like her knees were starting to get weak. "This," I said, grabbing my hard shaft and lifting it under the fabric, "is a cock. A nice, hard cock." "Yesss," she hissed. "Tell me, then. Tell me what you want," I told her. "Your cock. I want your cock, I want to see your hard cock." she breathed. "Show me your tits," I told her. Still staring at my hand on my bulge, Mary Beth moaned softly and lowered her hands, releasing her full tits from her grip. Her nipples were hard, and sticking out at least an inch. "Show me," she said softly. "Show me your cock." I hooked my thumbs back under my waistband, and slowly lowered it. Just as I reached the base of my hard cock, I stopped. "Are you sure you want to see my cock?" I asked her, putting emphasis on the word 'cock'. "Yesss," she hissed, sliding a hand down to her panties. Teasing her like she did me, I turned around and dropped my boxers. I heard her moan as the pooled around my ankles, and she whispered, "Cute ass." I turned my head to look at her, and told her to close her eyes, as I stepped out of my fallen clothes. She did as I asked, her hand starting to slowly slide over her covered mound, and I turned around. Sitting back down, I told her softly to take two steps forward, but keep her eyes closed. When she was right in front of me, I reached out my hands and took hers in my grip. "Now, keep them closed, and kneel down," I told her. Gripping tightly to my hands, Mary Beth lowered her body until she was on her knees, between my legs. I pulled one of her hands towards me, and placed it at the tip of my shaft. She whimpered as she felt the warm, hard flesh fill her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around it. "Now, you can open your eyes," I told her, releasing her other hand. "Ohhh," she moaned as she took in the sight of her fingers wrapped around my pole. She started to slowly stroke the length of my cock as she stared at it. "My god," she whispered. "This is so much nicer than Joe's little dick!" "I'm glad that you like it," I told her. "Oh, yeah!" she breathed, still sliding her fingers up and down. "I want to feel it," she told me after a couple of minutes. "You are feeling it," I replied. "I want to feel it, deep inside me," she said. "Stand up," I told her. She released my cock and stood, holding on to my knees for support. "I want you to dance some more for me," I said, sitting back. As she started to move her hips again, I smiled at her. "Not like that," I told her. "You wanted to be a stripper, so give me a lap dance." "I don't know how," she whispered meekly. "It's just like it sounds," I told her. "You put your cute little ass in my lap and dance. You can face me, or you can face away from me. However you want to start." With her eyes still glued to my stiff rod, standing proud, Mary Beth walked slowly towards me and straddled my legs. Walking up as close as she could get to the loveseat, she placed her knees on either side of my hips and slowly lowered herself until her ass was resting on my thighs and my cock was wedged up against her warm, moist mound. She sighed softly as she felt my hard shaft pressing against her moist lace, and she began to move her hips, closing her eyes again. Leaning her body in to mine, she pressed her stiff nipples against my chest and started moving her hips up and down, like she was fucking me. I heard her breathing getting heavier, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "Do you like that?" I whispered in her ear. "Yesssss!" she moaned, moving her hips in every direction. I slid my hands down her bare back and cupped her ass, gripping it firmly and pulling it in closer. She moaned and gasped at the increased friction. "Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, as I slid my fingers under the back of her thong and ran them down the crack of her ass. Mary Beth shuddered and gasped loudly, jumping slightly, as a fingertip slid across her tight asshole, and she wiggled her hips even more. "Ohhh!" she moaned again, pressing her hips forward against my cock, and then pressing her ass back against my finger. I could feel the heat and the moisture radiating through the lace as she moved her hips in every direction. She suddenly held tight to me and let out a long, low moan, so I stopped her and had her stand up. Mary Beth stopped moving and looked at me, confused. "Stand up," I repeated. Moaning in frustration, she climbed off of me and stood in front of me. "Turn around," I told her, holding my cock up straight. "Now back up," I said. She took two careful steps back between my legs as I reached my arm out for her to hold. As she grabbed my hand, I held on to her hips and pulled her back down towards my lap. "Dance for me," I told her softly, as she felt my rod pressing against her panties. Sighing, she opened her legs a little more, and started moving her hips again. She held on to my legs, just above my knees, and started humping her ass, sliding her covered pussy against my shaft and moaning. I was enjoying the sight of her ass moving like that, and reached out to pull the strap of her thong aside again. She moaned loudly when she felt me slide my fingertip along her ass again, and moved back towards me. "Ohhhh! Yesssssss!" she gasped, squeezing my thighs, as my finger slid across her asshole again. "I can't stand like this," she whispered after a couple of minutes. Reaching out, I lifted first one leg, and then the other, so that she was straddling me again. Pulling her down, I told her, "Sit." As her ass rested in my lap, my cock was sticking up between her legs, and I felt her reach down and slide her fingers along the underside of my shaft. She began moving her hips again, grinding her ass against my lap and her pussy against my cock. I reached around her and started to gently squeeze her full tits, pinching her nipples. "Oh, yeahhh!" she moaned, pressing her back against my chest. "Oh my god!" I slowly slid one hand down her belly, until I felt the lace on her thong. Continuing down, I could feel her wetness soaking the panties as I started rubbing her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, moving her hips in rhythm with my hand. "Tell me what you want," I whispered in her ear. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "I can't." "You can't what?" I asked. "I can't say it," she replied. "Do you want it?" I asked. "Oh yeah!" she moaned as I pressed a fingertip against her clit. "Then tell me what you want," I repeated. Mary Beth let out a long, low moan, and finally said, "Your cock. I want your cock." "You've got my cock," I told her. "It's in your hand." "No," she moaned. "I want it inside me!" I pulled the front panel aside and slid my cock along her wet slit, feeling her juices coating it. "Ohhh! Yesss," she gasped. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!" "That's better," I chuckled. "I knew you could do it. Now, stand up and turn around." Climbing off of my lap again, she turned to face me. I reached up and slid my fingers in her waistband. "Hold on to my shoulders," I told her. She looked at me confused and held onto my shoulders. When I felt her fingers take a good grip, I pulled forward on her panties hard, ripping them off of her. Mary Beth gasped loudly and looked down at the torn lace in my hands. "I just bought those!" she exclaimed. "I'll buy you new ones," I told her, reaching for her hips. I pulled her in close to me and leaned in as I reached around and grabbed a hold of her ass. Holding her tight, I leaned in and kissed her softly on her belly just at her waist while my fingers glided across her ass. She gasped and placed her hands on the back of my head. She stiffened and gasped yet again, much louder this time, when I pulled her hips in tighter and stuck my tongue out and flicked it into the curly hairs just above her pussy. "Oh my god," she whispered, holding tight to my head. I started to kiss her lower, lightly flicking my tongue as I worked my way to her pussy, when she grabbed my head and pulled me back. "I've never been kissed there," she whispered. "Never?" I asked. "No," she answered. "Joe refused to do that. He said that a real man would never..." "But I'll bet that he wanted you to suck his dick, didn't he?" I asked. "Yes," she replied softly. "He made me." "Well, that proves it," I explained. "He's not only an ass, he's a selfish ass." As I stood up, I saw a small smile creep across Mary Beth's face. I took her in my arms, and whispered in her ear. "I want you to sit down, and I want you to enjoy," I told her. "Just let everything go. The only person's pleasure that you have to worry about right now is yours." With that, I sat her down in the chair and knelt between her legs. Her breathing got ragged and heavy as I took each leg and placed them over my shoulders. I softly kissed her inner thighs as I slowly worked my way up to her hairy pussy. I reached up around her legs and spread her lips apart as I leaned in and dragged my tongue along her wet slit, dipping it into her pussy, and then slowly up to her clit. "Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, when my tongue flicked her stiff little bud. "Oh yessss!" I then began to slide my tongue up and down her pussy, from her steamy hole all the way to the top of her clit hood. Every time that I flicked my tongue across the tip of her clit, Mary Beth jumped slightly and yelped, while she would relax and sigh when I slowly dragged it along the right side of the shaft to her clit. After a few minutes, I brought my arm back down and slid a fingertip just inside the opening to her seeping pussy. I started wiggling it back and forth, applying pressure as my tongue stayed up around her clit, and she began to wiggle her hips. She started moaning and wiggling more, bucking her hips, so I slid my finger in deeper, applying more pressure along the top wall, as I began to shake my head and flick my tongue all across her clit. "Oh my godddd!" she moaned as I increased the pressure and speed. "That feels SOO good!" She then reached down and held my head in place, bucking her hips into my face, and moaned even louder. "Ohhh yeahhhhh!" she gasped. "That's it! Right there! Oh yeahhhh!" I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it, sliding a second finger into her pussy and moving them in and out quickly. "Yess!Yessss!" she exclaimed. "Oh, shit! I'm cumming! Oh my god! Yesssss!" "NnnHhhh! Yesss! Oh, shit! I'm cumming!" I released her clit from my lips and resumed flicking it across it as I felt her pussy start to squeeze my fingers. I could hear them squishing in and out as her orgasm swept over her body. "Oh my goddd!" she moaned, as she began to come down from her orgasm. "I've never felt ANYTHING like that!" I started to kiss my way up her body while she remained slouched in the chair. When I got to her tits, I kissed them and flicked my tongue around her stiff nipples. I straightened my legs slightly, until I felt the head of my cock brush up against her pussy. I pushed her tits together, placing her nipples next to each other, as I moved my hips and lined my cock up with her wet hole. As I started licking both nipples at the same time, I slowly began to slide my cock into her tight pussy. "Ohhh myyy goddddd!" she moaned, low and soft, as my shaft slid deeper inside her. I took both of her long, stiff nipples into my mouth and started sucking on them, and then thrust my cock in the rest of the way, until my hips bump up against hers. Mary Beth yelped as bottomed out inside her. "Ohh! Ohhhhhh," she groaned. "Oh my god! That feels so good!" she gasped as I started moving my hips back and forth, sliding the length of my shaft in and out of her hot, wet pussy. "Does it feel as good as it looked from the bushes?" I asked, releasing her nipples from between my lips. Mary Beth had a shocked expression on her face as she pulled back and looked at me. "Yes, I know you were watching," I told her, stopping my thrusting. "So? Does it feel as good as it looked?" I asked again. "Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "It feels even better!" "Good," I replied. "Now, wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on tight." She looked at me again, and I waited. I felt her arms wrap around my neck, and her long legs went around my waist. Reaching down, I grabbed onto her ass, pulled her into my body, and straightened my legs, standing up. "Oh my god!" Mary Beth yelped when I lowered her slightly. I started bucking my hips as I stood, fucking her in short thrusts. "Oh damn!" she moaned into my ear as she held on tight. "You're reaching places that I've never felt a man touch!" I pulled her ass cheeks apart gently as I continued to fuck her tight pussy standing up, and she moaned and held on tight. "Oh my god! That feels SO good!" she whimpered. After a few more minutes, I slowly walked us over to the hammock, where she'd watched me fuck Adrienne. Mary Beth yelped and moaned with every step that I took, feeling my cock bottoming out each time. When she realized where I was taking her, she sighed loudly. I laid her back on the hammock and she released me as she sank into the mesh. I slid my hands up the back of her legs and pushed her knees up to her chest. "Hold your legs up," I told her. Moaning again, she held her legs tight to her chest and I reached down and pulled her ass to the edge of the hammock. Then I grabbed on to the hammock and started swinging it back and forth. "Oh yeahh!" Mary Beth moaned as the movement of the hammock caused my cock to slide in and out of her pussy. "You like that?" I asked her as I watched her body wiggle around. "Oh yeahh!!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop! This feels so goooood!" I took her hands from her legs and placed her feet on my chest, and she dropped her hands to the hammock. Soon, she was pushing off of my chest with her feet while I stood still. Right after that, I took one of her hands and placed it on her tits. She immediately moaned and started squeezing her tits, and brought her other hand up also. She continued fucking me, pushing off of my chest with her feet and trying to arch her back. Reaching up, I grabbed one of her hands and brought it down between her legs. Mary Beth looked at me wide-eyed as her hand lay on top of her pussy, and I smiled at her and nodded. "Oh yesss!" she moaned, closing her eyes as she started to glide her fingertips across her clit. "Oh god! Fuck me!" "No," I told her. "You fuck me!" Popping her eyes back open, she let out a low growl and started pushing back against me faster and harder, rubbing her wet slit faster. Soon, she started letting her legs go on the down stroke, slamming her hips against me, and my cock deep inside her juicy hole. "Ohhhh!" she whimpered as her ass cheeks bounced off of my legs. "I'm gonna cummmm!" "C'mon baby. Fuck me good," I told her. "Yesss!" she exclaimed, bouncing harder and rubbing faster. "Oh shit! I'm cumming!" she yelled. "NnnhhhHHH! Yessss!" I could feel her tight pussy squeeze around my cock and her juices flowing from her hot hole as her body started to quiver. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her towards me hard, slamming my cock in deep. "Oh my god! Yess! Yess! I'm cumming! Oh shit! Yes!" she exclaimed loudly, as I held her tight and bucked up against her. Her body shook once, with a big shudder, and then her legs collapsed. "Oohhhhh," she moaned softly. I started moving my hips sideways and flexed my cock, still buried deep inside her seeping pussy. "Ohh!" she yelped. "Holy crap! You're still hard?" So far," I replied. "Oh, damn! I could get used to this!" she said, wiggling her hips with mine. "I am getting close, though," I told her. "Oh, yeah," she moaned. "I want you to cum for me." "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, thrusting against her. "Mmmm!" she groaned. "Will you cum in my in my mouth?" "I would love to cum in your mouth," I answered. "Good! Joe would never do that," she told me. "He said that was dirty." "Of course it's dirty," I replied. "That's what makes it so fun!" "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. I gave her one more deep, hard thrust, bottoming out in her pussy and causing her to yelp, and then I slowly slid my hard cock, coated in her juices, from her pussy. Mary Beth moaned as she felt her pussy empty out, but quickly climbed off of the hammock, holding on to my arm. "Oh my god!" she whimpered. "I've got spaghetti legs!" "It's a good thing that you don't have to stand, then," I told her. "Oh yeah!" she said softly as we changed places and I sat at the edge of the hammock. She looked me in the eyes as she knelt between my legs and wrapped her fingers around my still wet cock. "Such a beautiful cock," she whispered as she stuck out her tongue and slid it up the underside of my shaft. "Oh yeah!" I moaned as she ran her tongue all across my cock, licking up her juices. "That's nice!" "Mmm. I taste good on your cock," she said, as she lowered her mouth around the head of my shaft. Still maintaining eye contact, she started to slide her lips up and down my thick pole. She began to stroke my shaft with her hand as she bobbed her head, increasing the friction. "Mmm," I moaned, reaching down and holding her head. She continued sucking and stroking my cock for a few minutes, until she finally let it pop from her mouth. ""I've got to get used to your thickness," she said, still stroking me and giggling. "My jaw's not used to being stretched like that!" Raising up on her knees, she let my rod fall from her fingers and she reached down to her chest. Holding on to her tits, she leaned in and wrapped them around my cock. "I know it's not as warm and wet as my pussy or mouth," she told me as she started fucking my cock with her full tits, " but this will let my jaw rest for a minute." She continued fucking me with her tits while I sat back against the hammock edge, and each time the head of my cock popped up she stuck her tongue out and gave it a quick lick. After a couple of minutes, she plunged her mouth back down over my cock and resumed sucking me off and stroking me. "Oh yeah!" I moaned loudly when she tried to deep throat me. She slowly pulled her head back and then released my shaft from her lips. "Cum for me, baby," she whimpered, as she started stroking my faster. "I wanna taste your cum, and feel it slide down my throat." "Oh yeah!" I groaned, wondering why in the hell her idiot ex wouldn't want to take advantage of something like this on a regular basis. "Oh yeah! That's good!" I said as she wrapped her lips tightly around my cock head and continued to stroke me faster. "Oh, baby! I'm gonna cum!" I told her, as I felt my balls start to constrict. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned, plunging her face down the length of my cock and stroking me with her lips and fingers. "Oh shit!" I moaned, feeling my balls ready to burst. As Mary Beth started to plunge her face up and down on my cock, I reached down and held her head loosely, and began to fuck her face. "Mmmm! Mmm!" she moaned around my cock. I watched as she dropped one hand between her legs and started stroking her clit while she sucked me off. "Ohh YEAH!" I bellowed, as I felt my balls surge and spew my cum. Mary Beth moaned again and tried to swallow my cock as it spasmed in her mouth, emptying out. Reaching down, I held tight to her head as my cock continued to spurt in her mouth. Mary Beth tried to keep up with it all, swallowing as much of my cum as she could. Finally, I collapsed back on the hammock, and she finished cleaning my cock off. When she felt that she was done, she stood up and climbed in the hammock with me. Looking down at me, she smiled. "You missed something," I told her, pointing out a big drop of cum sitting on her tit. She looked down and scooped it up with her finger, sticking it in her mouth. "MMmm. Tasty," she said softly. She lay down next to me, and I wrapped an arm around her. "So, was it as good as it was watching from the bushes?" I asked. "MUCH better," she giggled. "Do Kate and Adrienne know that I was watching you?" she asked a couple of seconds later. "I don't think so," I told her, as I looked towards the house and saw a couple of figures hiding around the corner.

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Title: Ben Takes Me Out Tags: transsexual, transgender, trans, tranny I continued to chat with Ben. But he wasn't able to visit for a while. I began to notice a theme in our conversations. Ben kept hinting that he wanted to take me on a date. I didn't think that it was a good idea, and hinted that I didn't want to. Ben continued to drop hints that it was something that he would enjoy. He hinted at things that he would to do while on a date. Many things didn't bother me, but a few were on the kinky side. Ben slowly wore me down, and I finally agreed to a date. We chose a Saturday night, a couple weeks away. Ben said that some gifts for me would be arriving soon, and that they were for our date. About a week later some packages did arrive. I asked Ben if I should open them? He said yes. And I should make sure everything fit. The first package was a skimpy black dress. I tried it on, and it was very skimpy! The front was low cut, and the hem went, maybe, four inches below my butt. He wants me to wear this, in public?!? I thought. I did feel sexy in it. But in public would take a lot of courage. The next package that arrived was a pair of pink five and a half inch Jimmy Choo pumps. They were incredibly sexy. I fell in love with them immediately! Then came a brunette wig. It went well past my shoulders, and seemed to be a nicer quality wig. I tried it on, and was quite happy with how I looked in it. Then came a box filled with make up. I spent lots of time working on putting it on. Now I was actually looking forward to going out. I didn't get any more packages until the Tuesday before out date. I was shocked and excited when I opened it. The first thing I took out was a black lace bra. Odd, I thought. Then I removed the next thing in the box. Ben sent me breast forms! I was very excited!! They weren't huge, thank God. A nice 34 d cup. I quickly removed my shirt, and carefully put them on. This would take some getting used to. I put on the bra, and wore them as often as I could. I needed to adjust to them by Saturday. By the time Saturday arrived, it felt natural for me to have them on. Ben said he would pick me up at 6. I went up to get ready around 4:30. I showered, and shaved. Then I put my breast forms on, followed by the bra. I then slipped into my Wolford pantyhose, which were cleaned after the last time I wore them. Next was the wig, followed by carefully applying my make up. Then pink finger nails, to match my heels. Now for the dress. I thought hard about it. It was more than a bit revealing. I looked at it laying on my bed. I decided to put it on for Ben. I could change after he arrived. I wiggled into it. I slipped my feet into the pumps Ben sent, and looked at myself in my full length mirror. I couldn't believe that it was me in the mirror! I looked at a sexy woman in the mirror. The only flaw was a bulge. I pulled the dress up, and my pantyhose down a bit. I tucked everything away. Pulled my pantyhose back up and the dress down. I was ready for Ben, and what ever he had in mind. I waited for Ben to arrive. I kept looking at myself. The dress showed off my cleavage. The heels made my legs look incredible. My hair was over my shoulders. I felt sexy, and more confident than I ever felt. The doorbell rang and I walked over and opened the door. There I stood looking at a delivery man. His eyes almost came out of his head. They wandered up and down my body as he stammered in an attempt to say something. "I need a signature, ma'am." he finally managed to get out. I signed the receipt, and he turned and started to leave. "Do I get my package?" I asked. "I'm sorry" he said as he turned around. He stumbled and dropped the package. He bent down to retrieve it. His eyes never left my long legs. He picked the box up and handed it to me. I noticed that he appeared to be getting rather excited. I took the box and turned around as I thanked him. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was staring at my ass. Then he adjusted his growing dick. I smiled as I disappeared into my home. After that encounter, I felt ready for anything! The next time the bell rang, I didn't look. There stood Ben. His eyes went wide as he looked me over. He was speechless for a few moments. He just stood there looking. I turned around for him. "So do you like it?" "You look... Wow!" was all he could say. I spun on a heel and walked away, swaying my hips seductively. I could feel the dress moving across my butt cheeks as I walked. It was going to be difficult trying not to have my cock get hard all night. Ben followed me in and we had a glass of wine. His eyes never leaving me. He was amazed at how different I looked. He put his hand on my knee, and gently caressed it. As we talked it went higher and higher. It felt so good, but I didn't want things to get out of hand, yet. Right now I was ready to go out. We walked out to his car, and like a gentleman, he opened the door for me. I slid into the leather seat of his car, and then we were off. I began to feel a little nervous, and thought about telling Ben that I wasn't feel well, hoping he might turn around. But he kept saying how fantastic I looked, and how he couldn't wait for people to see me with him. As we drove down the freeway, he put his hand on my thigh. His finger tips ever so lightly brushing against my other thigh. It felt great, and was getting excited. I began to feel a wet spot growing in between my legs. I began to wish that I had put panties on. I glanced over at Ben, and saw that he seemed to be rather excited also. I could clearly see that his cock was hard, and trapped in his pant leg. It was quite the sight. I offered to adjust it for him, but he just wanted me to relax. We finally arrived at a fancier restaurant. We parked and Ben quickly came over snd opened the car door for me. As I got out, I was quite sure that Ben got a good look at the dark stain of jizz that he caused. I stood and adjusted my dress, pulling it down, I really didn't want anything making an unexpected appearance. Ben put his arm around my waist, I took a deep breath, and in we went. It was fairly busy, and we were told that we would have to wait for s table. We headed to the bar to wait. Which was good, because I wanted a drink to calm my nerves. I felt like everyone knew my secret, and was staring at me. The only seats open were three stools, in the middle of the bar. Ben led me over to the middle stool. I felt very self-conscious, like the entire bar was watching me. I saw a few heads turn at the sound of my heels walking by. I tried to sit down as gracefully as I could. I tugged my hem down a bit, and crossed my legs. Fortunately I did a good job with the tuck, or it could have been painful! But the bartender ended up getting a good look. He was casual about it, but I did notice that glanced down a few times. Ben and I talked, and I didn't notice a guy sit in the open stool next to me. But apparently Ben did. I missed the signals Ben was making with his eyes. I thought he was simply looking at my legs. I felt the back of a hand lightly brush my left butt cheek, and slide down my thigh. I knew it wasn't Ben, because he was on my right side, and I could see both his hands. I stiffened a bit, and pulled the hem down further on my left side. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man on my left turn around. Then I felt his fingers brush up my thigh, hard enough to push my hem back up. Luckily for me, our table was ready. As I slid off the stool, the stranger got to see more of my ass than I wanted him to see. I quickly adjusted my hem, and walked away. We were led to a table in a back corner. Even though the restaurant was busy, this was a quite, secluded table. I sat across from Ben. He was being a perfect gentleman so far. But I was getting horny. I stretched my legs, and found his. I began to rub my feet up and down his calves, gradually going higher on his legs. I ran my right foot all the way to his crotch, so his heavy balls rested on the top of my foot. I could feel them through his slacks. I wiggled my foot under them, feeling their weight as they slid across my foot. Ben casually reached under the table and took my foot in his hands. He lifted it up just a bit. I felt his strong hands caress my ankle. He slowly pulled my heel off my foot. Ben continued to caress my foot. His hands making their way to my toes. I felt so good, and really turned me on. I was getting soaked in between my legs from my own cock. I could feel it twitching in my pantyhose, begging to release its load. I was afraid that I would. Especially when I felt the tip of his dick on my toes. Somehow Ben had undone his slacks, and I didn't notice. But he had his boner out, and I began to rub it with my foot. As I wiggled my toes under his large balls, the waiter appeared with our dinner. He didn't seem to notice where my foot was, so I kept going. I worked my up Bens shaft. When I got to the tip, I was rewarded with a huge amount of his jizz. It quickly soaked through my pantyhose.I slid my toes all over tip of his cock. It completely soaked my toes. Ben was pumping out so much pre-cum that it was beginning to run down the bottom of my foot. I finally had to pull my foot away, or risk walking out with his cum all over my foot when we left. We finished our dinner and continued with our date. We walked out to his car, Ben had his arm around me. He stood in front of me and we began to kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. As we stood in a passionate kiss, Bens hands found my ass. He pulled me tight against his body. He felt so good against me. I could feel his dick grow, as he pushed it against me. He broke our kiss, and we got into his car and left. I adjusted my pantyhose as we drove. Ben wanted me make sure that they were up nice and tight. I pulled them up as far as I could. They were so tight, that they rubbed against my hole. Ben seemed to like that when I told him. Ben pulled into a movie theater parking lot. We went in and Ben got in line to get us tickets. I stood off to the side, and waited. I was attracting a bit of attention with the guys. I noticed many of them checking me out. Some rather blatantly. The bright lights made my pantyhose really shine. The shimmer looking like guides up my long legs. I began to think about all the guys thinking about wanting me. Ben startled me when he put his arm around me, and led me to one of the theaters. We sat near the back in the nearly empty theater. Soon the lights dimmed, and the movie started. Ben placed his hand on my thigh, and slowly stroked it. I noticed a couple of guys take some seats, about three seats away from us, in the same row. I recognized them from the lobby. They couldn't take their eyes off my legs. Now they sat in the same row as us. And they were again starring at my legs. I watched as one put his hand in his pants, and made an adjustment. Ben must have noticed also, because he squeezed my thigh at the same time. "Cross your legs for them. Tease them a bit." Ben whispered in my ear. He removed his hand so I could. I moved my left leg over my right. I was quite sure that they could hear the hiss of my pantyhose thighs rubbing together. They both paid more attention to my legs than the movie. I was pretending not to notice them. The one sitting farthest away got up and left. I started to wiggle my foot, letting my pump slip off my heel. Being pink, I was sure that the one guy left noticed. I casually glanced over, and he was looking straight at my pump as it dangled from my toes. I could see that he had a bit of a tent in his pants. I continued to dangle my show for his pleasure. His friend came back, and sat down. I noticed that he moved to my side of his friend. Now he was two seats away. He must have thought that he was slick and I wouldn't notice. What he did notice right away, was my dangling pink pump. They both were paying no attention to the movie. But I wasn't either. Ben whispered in my ear that he was going to the restroom. As he stood, I uncrossed my legs, moved them to let him through. The two guys pulled their legs to the side for Ben. I think they were afraid to stand with hard ons. I took advantage of the situation to turn it up a notch. I stretched my legs towards them as I recrossed them. I let my pump slip off my heel again. But now my feet were much closer to them. I wanted to know how far they would go. I watched as the one closest to me crossed his legs. His foot almost hit my pump. I pretended not to notice his actions. I continued to slowly move my foot in little circles. Ever so close to his shoe, but not quite hitting it. His timing was perfect. He adjusted himself in his seat. His foot came up as mine was at the top of a larger circle, and just starting to go down. His sneaker came up and struck my pump. It flipped off, and clattered on the floor loudly, coming to a rest under the seat in front of him. I feigned surprise, and apologized. He immediately reached down for my shoe. His face was inches from my foot. I knew he was starring right at my foot. I heard my shoe slide a bit as his hand hit it. He lowered his face a bit more, pressing it against my foot. His lips made contact with the top on my foot. I wiggled my toes against his cheek, causing him to freeze. He knew he was busted, but he seemed a bit confused by my reaction. I moved my foot a bit, slipping my toes to his lips. They were very wet as I wiggled my toes in between them, parting his lips. He began to recover, and I felt his tongue run over the top of them, as he opened his mouth wider. He lowered his head, taking all of my toes into his moist mouth. His wet tongue pressing against my foot. He immediately began sucking my toes. His tongue licked my toes, soaking my pantyhose. His free hand took hold of my ankle, holding my foot in his mouth. His tongue danced all over my toes, as his lips closed tight around my foot, trapping my toes in his mouth. I wiggled my toes, letting his tongue explore them. Explore them he did. His tongue ran all over them for a couple of minutes. I finally hinted that he should retrieve my heel. He opened his lips, allowing all the saliva that was trapped in his mouth to run down my foot. His other hand came up with my shoe. He slipped it back on, and gave my foot one last kiss before sitting back in his seat. His buddy was wide eyed at what he just witnessed. I hadn't noticed that Ben had returned until he whispered "That was hot!" in my ear. "Keep going." Ben pinched my ass, startling me. My left foot hit the guy who just sucked my toes on his leg. He must have taken that as a sign that I wanted him to continue. He reached down and put his hand on my calf. He began to pull my leg up towards his lap. I gave in quickly, and turned in my seat so I was sitting pretty much sideways. He moved over to the empty seat next to me. His buddy moved to the seat next to him. My legs were pulled up across his lap, with my feet in his buddy's lap. My senses were going crazy with desire. I had two guys beginning to rub my pantyhose covered legs, with my legs pressing against their hard ons! Plus my own cock joining in and making my crotch wet. They undid their pants and pulled their dicks out. I put my feet around one cock, as the other slid between my lower thighs. I put my hand up my dress, and began to rub my own dick. My fingers slid through my pre-cum, smearing it all over. The two guys were sliding their cocks on my pantyhose, and stroking my legs. I had never been so turned on. My brain was in overload, not knowing what to enjoy the most. My shoes were pulled off, now my feet were being held against a throbbing cock. I slid a finger down to my hole, and poked it in and out a little. I was flowing so much jizz, that it was lubricating my own finger. My upper thighs were soaking wet with my own slick fluids. The guy next to me adjusted himself. Now he was facing me, and his cock was sliding up my thighs. I could see the head as it poked out from in between my thighs. It was glistening with his pre-cum. I moved my hand away from my crotch. He placed his hands on my thighs and pushed them together tighter that I could. Now I was able to feel the veins on his pole. He began to pick up his pace and thrust harder. I knew what was about to happen. I grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it just in time. The tip popped out from between my thighs, and a long white stream shot from it, landing on my crotch. Followed by four more long streams. The last five shots loosing power and landing on my thighs. His hot cum began to soak through my pantyhose. I could feel it run down my own cock, and start to pool around my ass. The other guy squeezed my feet tightly around his big manhood. I pushed down on the end on his erect member with my toes. He pushed it up tight against my toes, spreading them slightly. I heard a muffled moan from him. He then flooded my toes with his hot discharge. His cum shot through my pantyhose, filling the space around my toes of my right foot. They were quickly covered with his hot, sticky cum. Wave after wave of his cum flowed around my toes, and ran down my foot. By the time he finished, the toe of my pantyhose was overflowing from him. Before I knew it, he slipped my pink pump back on. His cum squished around my toes as he finished putting my pump on. He put my other pump on, and I adjusted myself, so I was facing forward. I felt like a dirty whore, and I was loving it. The guys got up and left. I didn't even get a thank you. I sat there, with their cum on me, and watched the last 30 minutes of the movie. Their cum soaking my ass, and right foot. My right heel felt like it was filled with cum. As the lights came up it dawned on me that I now had to walk through the theater, and out to the car. I hoped that nobody noticed. When I stood up, I heard a faint squish, and felt warm cum forced out of my heel, and land on the top of my foot. I glanced down at my foot. Fortunately, his cum had changed to a clear liquid by now, so it looked like something had spilled on my foot. Well something did, but not what people would think if they noticed. My inner thighs had a darker look do it the wetness. But not to noticeable. I decided to be a bit slutty, and only slightly adjusted my dress. As Ben and I walked through the lobby, I felt the cool air on the bottom of my cheeks. That is when I realized that they were exposed! I quickly reached back and pulled it down. I discovered that I had quite the big, wet mess back there. I tried to keep my composure, and get outside. I was pretty sure that some people had noticed. Well nothing I could do about it now. Hopefully they enjoyed the show. Ben drove me home, and I invited him in. We sat on the sofa, and Ben began to kiss me. His hands wandered over my body. And mine found his lap, and what was there. He was rock hard. I undid his pants and freed his hard on. My fingers lightly feeling its length. Ben had a hand under my dress, and had managed to pull my cock from between my legs. He was stroking it through my pantyhose. He had a great touch. He applied the right amount of pressure in all the right spots. I wanted to cum so bad, but Ben sensed when I was close and would ease up, not letting me. I put a leg over his, and he pulled me the rest of the way onto his lap. His big, thick cock firmly planted in between my cheeks. I began rocking on it as we continued to kiss. He felt so good against my ass. Ben put his hands on my cheeks, and spread them apart, allowing his cock to settle in even deeper. He pushed it hard against me. Now I had to have it in me. I pulled my pantyhose down, exposing my tight hole. Then I gripped his cock and placed it in my opening. I pushed down, letting out a groan as he penetrated me. My ass was still slick from the cum earlier in the evening, so Ben was able to ease into me: He looked me in the eyes, put his hands on my waist, and thrust. I gasped as he went deep in me. He thrust again and again until he was all the way in. I did my best to fuck him as he slammed in me over and over. I could feel my own cock was getting ready to shoot a load. Ben began to moan. I knew he was getting close, as was I. I clenched my ass tightly, and that did it, for both of us. I blasted my load into the front of my pantyhose, as Ben shot his huge wad in my ass. The feeling was incredible! I get lightheaded as we came together. We both came for what seemed like forever: I finally came down from my sex driven high. Ben slide out if me, leaving me feel empty, but full at the same time. Ben gently lifted me off his lap and stood me up. He slid his hands up my legs, pulling my pantyhose back up my legs: He adjusted the waistband, making them smooth and tight all over. Ben gave them an extra tug, pulling them tightly against my tender hole. He pulled my dress down, and gave my behind a pat. He stood and said that he had to get going. We walked to the door, and he gave me a long good nite kiss. I began to get excited again. Ben then left. I poured myself a glass of wine, and went onto my porch. As I thought about the evening, I began to rub my legs. Soon I was stroking my dick and running a finger tip around my tender love hole. Bens cum was still leaking out, and I was smearing it around my ass. My other hand was lightly going up and down my stiff cock. Soon I felt the urge to reach orgasm. My cock twitched and throbbed under my fingers. I pushed a finger tip in my ass. The feeling of my pantyhose sliding in me was incredible. And too much. I came again, shooting my load in my pantyhose. I sat there, letting my cum run down my cock snd balls asI finished my wine. Finally I went to shower, and head off to bed. As I walked through the kitchen, I saw the box that had been delivered earlier. I had forgotten about it. I opened it up, and found that it was filled with 20 pairs of high quality pantyhose! I figured that Ben must have sent it. I took them upstairs with me. I put them away for special occasions, took a shower and crawled into bed.

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Title: How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 05 Tags: jon michael, slut marie, slut jon, wanted dress, watching black, michael continued, fuck jon, looked jon, breakfast bar, wanted continue *Hi to everyone. Thank you for the votes, and the positive feedback. I am pleased that the majority want to hear more of Marie.* Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered ‘SLUTTY CLOTHES.’ Giving in she allowed herself to be changed, to be used, photographed and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her? Would Marie continue her submission and what would her Husband say when he discovered the truth? As I lay on the bed, in just stockings and suspender belt, my pussy shaved, red and swollen. I wondered what Michael was going to do with the photographs? I hoped he would keep them for us to look at, together. Something at the back of my mind told me that this wouldn’t be the case. I thought about the pictures of Sue and Marcus and of some of the magazines I had seen in my adult life. Would others see me like this? “What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, as if reading my mind. “I was just wondering about the photo’s you took and who will see them” “Don’t you worry your pretty head about that, they are mine to do with what I like, and maybe I will show your white wimp what you do when he’s away. I have them now and that’s that.” “Would you really show others, Jon included?” I asked, dreading the answer but knowing what it would be. “You bet your ass I would! You had better be nice to me and be my slut, hadn’t you?” “Oh please Michael, tell me you won’t, please?” “Continue the way you are going and everything will be fine.” I knew I had no choice and just mumbled my answer” Yes” “That’s right slut you know you have no choice, just like sue has no choice either.” I wanted to continue with Michael but I was being made to, given no choice. I would have preferred the decision to be mine, but realised that it was all part of my submission to him. Allowing him the ultimate power, he controlled me and my life. He threw the black mini skirt and top at me “Put these back on now” I looked at them, thinking ‘A few days ago I would have been so embarrassed to wear anything like this and now look at me.’ I slipped the top over my head, the material rubbing my nipples as it slid down, making them hard. I pulled the skirt up over my thighs and hips again noticing it clinging like a 2nd skin. My nylon clad legs looking longer than ever due to the skirt length. While I was dressing Michael walked into the spare room. I wondered what he was doing and went to find out. He had found a black bin bag from somewhere and was busily filling it with the clothes on the bed. I had secretly hoped he would leave them and that I’d be able wear them when Jon returned. “There we won’t need them anymore, will we? I know a charity shop that will be very grateful for these. I doubt if some of this has been worn more that a few times.” “Some of them are new; I haven’t worn them at all!” “And you won’t ever wear them now will you? Don’t think of these as ‘yours’ now, they belong to someone who no longer exists as a person!” I knew he meant what he said and that I would have to come to accept it. Jon would back soon and he would get a real shock, I hoped he liked the new me. He had, after all wanted me to dress in a similar way for along time and it was him that had the fantasy about other guys. I just didn’t know what reaction I would get when he realised I was a black mans slut. “Right, Marie, get me some food and a beer there’s a good girl.” I just nodded and went down stairs into the kitchen. I walked past the telephone and saw the message indicator flashing red. Pressing the button I heard Jon’s voice. ‘Hi darling, I have finished the job here well ahead of time and will be home in a few hours.” The machine told me the message was timed 10 am that morning. I looked at the clock on the wall, almost 2pm. “I guess he will see the new you a lot sooner than you thought” Michael said from behind me. “I suppose he will.” I replied. “Well, at least you won’t have to long to wait, will you?” Michael grinned “I have your old clothes here in this bag, so you can’t change back, it’s either this or nude, your decision.” “I hoped I’d have longer to get used to the new me but he has to see me like it sooner or later, the sooner he does the sooner I will know what he thinks.” “You do like the new you, don’t you, Marie?” “I think so” I replied unsure what to say. “You told me earlier that you loved it! You look so good, so slutty; you want to obey and please me, don’t you?” “Yes you know I do Michael, I have done everything you have asked.” I looked in the full length mirror in the hallway and again saw a stranger looking back at me. Even my face looked different. Heavy, dark eye makeup and bright lip gloss. Definitely a stranger! Entering the kitchen, I heard my platform shoes on the tiled floor ‘clack clack’ I was still finding them a little awkward to walk in. Michael asked for a sandwich to go with his beer. I took it to him, at the breakfast bar and as I placed it down his hand was under my skirt. His fingers finding my exposed pussy, making me moan. I knew I would let this man do anything he wanted. I didn’t move and stood there next to him, my legs parting to allow access. Looking out of the patio doors, I saw Ann again, she was trimming a shrub and at the same time looking in my direction. I think Michael saw her and said “Lets give nosey a show, shall we?” He then hiked my skirt up so I was fully exposed, pussy, ass and stocking tops. Ann was staring hard; I don’t think she could believe what she was seeing. The previously moderate neighbour, Marie being treated in such a way by a strange black man. She stood there watching. Michael positioning me, in such a way she could see his fingers working my pussy. I couldn’t believe what was happening; her watching was getting me so excited. “My, my, aren’t we getting wet, you like being watched slut? “Mmmmm yes” “Thrust your hips forward” I did as he asked. Hips moving, forward, on to his fingers. I arched my back, exposing even more. “Feel your tits now, show her how hot you are.” I did that to, my eyes half closed but seeing her watching. The black fingers, still, doing their magic. I felt my self climbing, about to cum and gripped the breakfast bar. Michael moved his fingers faster and I came. “Oh god” was all I could say over and over. “I think the bitch enjoyed that as much as you did.” I looked again and saw Ann had her hand on her crotch and appeared to be rubbing herself. When she saw us looking she flushed and ran back inside her house. “There you are slut another public show, you are really getting into this.” I had to admit I had really been excited, by being exposed and watched as I gave my pussy to him. “Tell me how you feel” “Horny, never felt so excited.” I said breathing hard. “Good, you are going to be just what I need.” He ate his sandwich and told me to go and sit on the settee in the lounge. I did as he said. As I sat, my instinct was to cross my legs. “Nice view from here. I love seeing a slut in a tight skirt her legs crossed showing herself.” Sat in this position, my skirt had ridden up and not only were my stockings and suspenders clearly visible, so was my pussy. I knew this was how it was to be from then on. The material of the top kept rubbing against my nipples and I could feel a breeze against my bare skin at the top of the skirt. “You look every inch, the slut now, Marie. How do you feel?” “I feel fine actually.” “What do you feel like, Marie?” he asked again. “I feel like a slut” I answered, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. “You are, Marie. You are.” Just then the phone rang, I answered, and it was Sue. “How’s it going Ho?” she said, laughing. “He sorted that wardrobe out yet?” “Yes he has, how did you know?” “Same sort of thing happened to me when I met Marcus.” “I don’t know if I would have gone to that party if you had told me everything!” I said. “Yes you would, you were wet when you looked at those photos of him and I and its no good denying it.” “Yes Ok, I was. But I didn’t know then what was going to happen as a result.” “Are you unhappy with it? I doubt you are. You seemed very willing and eager this morning.” “It’s just that…” “Just what? You only wanted a bit of fun? You said yourself that Jon was lacking in the cock department and that he didn’t get you hot any more.” “I know, I know. I just didn’t expect things to go this far so quickly.” “Tell me you don’t like it then?” “No I do. Just like you said I would. It’s just happened so fast.” “No time to think then. You have done it now and I know you won’t look back.” “I hope you are right.” “Yes, you know I am. I wouldn’t have taken you if I didn’t think it would be good for you. How has he got you dressed?” I described what I was wearing and also the other things Michael had bought. “Hot, we will have to get together soon and have a fashion parade. Anyway Jon isn’t due home for a while so you can get used to it.” I explained the message on the answer phone. “Oh well, better sooner than later. I think he will like the new you.” “You are probably right; he was always saying he wanted me to show more” “Well then, just enjoy. I know you love black cock, I heard you begging for it a few times.” She laughed said good bye and hung up. Michael said “I am going now slut” He came over Kissed me full on the mouth and rubbed my tits. He took the bag of clothes, opened the door and was gone. ‘He didn’t say when I’d see him again’ I thought about what he had done to me and hoped it wouldn’t be too long. I knew I wanted to continue this. Around 4.30 I heard a car in the drive. I went to the window, half expecting it to be Michael. It was Jon, what would I say or do? He walked in and dropped his bag, He saw me sat in the lounge and came in. He stopped, his mouth hanging open. Staring at me, my clothes, and my legs. “God what have you done?” “Don’t you like it? You wanted a new me, well now you’ve got one.” “It’s just a surprise that’s all. Stand up and do a twirl and let me see.” I stood, twirled and stood, waiting for his reaction. “Wow, looks good, skirt maybe a bit short but its good.” “I’m glad you like it because this is what I am wearing from now on.” “What? All the time?” “Yes, all the time” “Why, you didn’t look bad before?” “You wanted me dressed like this and I decided I like the look.” Ok a joke is a joke, now go and change, I’m too tired for sex anyway.” “Who said anything about a joke? I have only got clothes like these upstairs now. I have given all my other things to charity.” I said, telling almost the truth, well they had gone to charity hadn’t they? “I don’t believe you” “Go look for yourself if you don’t!” He ran up the stairs and I heard “Oh god, what have you done?” I went up and found him staring at the bed. I could see why he had made that exclamation. There, on the bed was the new blue skirt and some stockings, both covered inn cum. Obviously Michael had left them on the bed. Deliberately or not I didn’t know. He did know that Michael was coming home but not when. Jon picked the offending items up and thrust them at me. “What have you been up to?” “I went to that party with Sue” “And?” “I’m sorry I met someone there.” “I guessed that, from the stains, I know what they are!” “You wanted me to fuck someone, god knows you have said it often enough!” “Yes but it was a fantasy wasn’t it?” “You kept on and on about it, I thought you were serious” He threw the clothes at me and stormed out. I heard his car door slam and then he was gone. I sat there not know what to do, he had told me so many times he wanted to see me dress more sexy and that he wanted me to ‘go’ with another guy. At least he hadn’t asked who! The phone rang again. “Jon is that you?” “No. Hello slut. Why did you think it would be that white wimp?” I explained what had happened and said “I don’t know what to do” “Get your as over here now, that’s what you need to do.” “I can’t what if he comes home?” “Ok I will come over to you and no arguments.” I tried to say ‘no’ but he had rung off. “Oh god what do I do if he comes over and Jon comes home” I called Sue and told her what had happened and asked her for help. “Let Michael come over, after all you did say you wanted to be with him and he will help you out, I’m sure.” I sat there on the bed. The tears started to roll down my face. I knew I couldn’t do anything then. I had to wait and see what would happen and hope I could talk to Jon. He had wanted to see me ‘fucking’ another guy. He had said it so many times. Michael arrived after 10 minutes and just walked in. He came over put his arms around me and held me. “It’s ok. You might be my slut now but I will take care of you to.” “Thanks” I said tearfully. He started to stroke my hair and then to kiss my neck. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. He lent forward and we were kissing. The kissing being more intense and we were soon on the settee. He was soon tugging at my clothing, my top coming off and my skirt was pulled up over my hips. He was still moving around and then I felt his cock at my pussy and he was in me. I had told my hubby I had seen another guy and he’d stormed off and what did I do? Fuck the guy again. He fucked me hard and long until we both came. He told me “There that’s what you needed wasn’t it? It’s all you need and you know that.” “Yes it was wonderful, thank you. Please stay with me, don’t go please.” I begged. “Ok I will stay, I know what you need.” “Oh Michael” was all I could say. I lay there, almost naked in his arms. He gently stroked my skin, making my nipples tingle. His hand slipped between my legs and stroked, the cum, inside me still leaking out. I loved his touch and didn’t stop him when he inserted his finger in my ass. I moaned and opened my legs wider. He soon had me open and inserted a 2nd finger. Before I knew it, I was astride him lowering myself on to him as he guided his cock into my ass. “Yes whore fuck my cock with your ass, let me stretch you wide, beg me for it go on.” Please, Please, Please.” I begged as I took him deeper. His hands, on my hips pulling me. Forcing his cock deeper. I rode him, bouncing up and down as if riding a horse. He stretched me wide and I loved it. I was in heaven. Just then I heard a noise and looking round saw Jon standing there. He was crying but not moving. Michael grabbed me, flipped me and was in me again. In my pussy again. “Look she’s getting what she needs, what she craves. She loves black cock, ask her and she’ll tell you.” He stood there; I saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. I tried to stop Michael but he was so strong I couldn’t. “Watch the slut go on Jon watch her take me. Watch her she loves it.” As I looked at Jon, Michael continued to fuck me, my body starting to respond to his thrusts. I tried so hard not to but I found I was moaning and started to push back at him as he drove his cock in to my pussy “Oh, god, yes, yes.” I heard myself say. I looked over at Jon and he hadn’t moved he was watching. Watching me, take a black cock. “What does it do for you Jon, does it turn you on? Tell me go on?” Michael continued to fuck me and ask Jon what he thought, how he felt. I felt him grab my hips and bury himself in me as he came. I looked at Jon and he was smiling now, the tears drying on his cheeks. But he was there smiling. Watching me being fucked by another guy. He was actually smiling. “Yes Jon look at her, I’ve just filled her with cum and she wants more don’t you, Marie?” “Oh yes” was all I managed to say I was still so horny, Jon watching me had got me so turned on, especially when I saw him smiling. “Tell me, Jon what do you want? I heard a tiny voice saying “Fuck her again” “What Jon?” “Fuck her again” “What do you think of her Jon, tell me?” Michael continued badgering him, trying to humiliate him. “She looks good. She looks like a slut. I want to see her used like one.” I could hardly believe my ears; he was saying those things about me, wanting me to be used, treated like a slut. “Yes, Jon she is a slut, my slut and you remember that.” He said as he got his cock back into me again. *To be continued: Positive feed back welcome, as always. Thanks.*

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Title: Friends with Charles & Judy Ch. 01 Tags: orgy, swingers, swinging, bisexual We had met Charles and Judy hiking in the mountains the week before whilst holidaying in the mountains and had been as surprised at their ages as they were at ours. Although they looked their 10 years apart, they looked more like mid 30s and mid 40s rather than 41 and 50. Judy hadn't had children and it showed – the outdoor life had kept her figure looking firm and neat; her dark raven hair and wild Irish eyes adding to her youthful looks, and Charles, with his Scottish accent and trim grey beard reminding you of Sean Connery had no hint of a paunch and looked fitter than many men half his age. The pair of them had a wicked sense of humour that comes only with years together and they were an incredibly easy couple to get on with. Which was exactly why we found ourselves sat around the diner table drinking wine with them in their home, some thousands of miles from our own? We had passed the stage of small talk and had moved on to witty stories of our travels and past exploits. Judy took you off on a tour of the house leaving Charles and myself to talk men's trivia. Whilst chatting, Charles opened a tobacco tin and started to roll a cigarette, noting my surprise. "For some reason I didn't imagine you to be a smoker" I said "Not normally" he replied, "but on the weekend Judy and I enjoy the odd joint" When asked, I said neither of us had tried it, but nor were we against the idea – I personally looked forward to the chance to try it and I knew that you were also up for the experience. We were soon disturbed as you and Judy returned, and although outside the night was cold, you came back oozing about the hot tub in the rear garden – Judy had suggested to you that we all take a dip later; you had spoken for both of us with a resounding "yes"! The conversation turned to the joint Charles was just finishing and lighting up; I looked at you to gauge your opinion, it was obvious to me you were cool with the idea. Judy turned down the lighting and lit some scented candles and changed the music to some mellow blues that seemed to perfectly suit the moment. Charles passed me the joint and I took a deep drag as if I had smoked all my life; the flavour was nothing like I expected, smoother and far more pleasing than I imagined, the feeling of light-headedness going directly to my brain. Charles, sensing my inexperience, took the joint from me and keeping it in his hand, held it up to your mouth. As I watched you take a drag, I noticed the slight intimacy of his fingers just touching your lips. I looked at Judy who also watched; she caught my eye and simply smiled at me, again, the atmosphere made it all ok. I saw the effect it had on you; you smiled at me and your eyes seemed to glaze over slightly as you laid back on the sofa listening to the music. Judy took the joint from Charles and still smiling at me, took a deep drag. We were all sat around the coffee table sharing the joint not talking much when suddenly Judy sprang to her feet and suggested the hot tub would be perfect now as the sky was dark yet starry and there was a frost on the ground. I mentioned we had no swimwear but Judy said they always went naked at night – we could either wear our underwear or they would lend us towelling robes and they would let us get in first with the lights off, whatever we were most comfortable with. I looked at you for your opinion and you shrugged back at me, "We'll take the robes" I said "You can change in the spare room" Judy replied, "I'll put the robes on the bed" They went off to change and we went into the spare room, by now both relaxed and tipsy/high enough to not care about what we wore. I eyed your smooth, slim body as you stripped and you commented on how lucky it was we had both trimmed ourselves only that morning; we had spent a lot of time on the hills and were both feeling fit and slim. Walking out of the room, I joked with you about Charles's fingers to your lips – you teased on the way Judy had looked at me. We both laughed and wearing just the thick robes, headed out into the garden. Sure enough the lights were dimmed low so we could just see the dark of the water and after slipping our robes off, had to feel our way down the steps into the heat of the tub – the water, in contrast to the outside air temperature was pure bliss. We sat on the lower step and snuggled up together to make the most of the few minutes alone waiting for the others. We kissed deeply as teasing me; you reached between my legs to feel my hardening cock, "Thinking about Judy are you?" you laughed I reached up to your stiffening nipples and joked back, "Fancy Charles/Sean Connery do you?" At this point the outside speakers came on and Charles and Judy walked out onto the patio; although it was dark and they were only silhouettes against the dim glow from the candles in sitting room window, we both knew as they slipped off their robes and entered the tub, that they were both naked. More to the point, they knew we knew, but they didn't yet know what, if anything, we were wearing! Watching the shapes of two fit people doffing their robes and climbing into the tub certainly had the right effect on me; it was just possible to make out the gentle swing of Judy's breasts as she leant forward to climb down the steps, Charles was a little harder to make out but I knew we were both trying to get a glimpse to see how he measured up! The water was soon too warm to sit deep in and before long both Charles and I were sat on the higher step, only waist deep in water – you and Judy held out as long as possible but first Judy and then you, climbed up a step and joined us. By now my eyes had got used to the lack of light and I could see across from me that Judy's breasts were every bit as good as they looked under her clothes heaving slightly as she breathed – or was it something else? As dark as it was, I realised, and I knew you realised, that the other two could also see the perfect outline of your upper body as you leant back against the side of the tub. I could feel the sexual tension in the air as we carried on talking as if everything was normal – I touched you under the water and you shivered as I wondered where the night would lead us. "It's getting hot in here, anyone for another joint" asked Charles as he boldly stepped out of the water. This time there was no doubt to his shape as, semi erect, his cock swung in front of him as he reached for a towel and dried himself off in front of us all. "Good idea" you replied as you climbed out and followed him to where he held out a towel for you, wrapping it round your dripping body and rubbing you down in an attempt to help dry you off. The sight of such a simple gesture seemed to have such an incredibly erotic effect on me and with my cock by now fully hard, I stepped out of the tub reaching for two towels, the first of which I passed to Judy close behind me. I took in the sight of her shapely form silhouetted against the window as she towelled herself down, looking at me as she did so. Dry and wrapped in our thick robes we all headed through the patio doors and back into the warmth of the living room where the fire glowed in the hearth. Charles rolled another joint as I put another log on the fire and knelt together on the floor, Judy and you chose another CD to listen to. "Let's have something we can dance to" remarked Judy "Mmm let's" you replied Sat on the sofa together sharing the joint, Charles and I watched the pair of you dance in front of the fire. As the flames grew brighter you reached for the light switch and dimmed it so all was left was the flickering of the flames in the hearth. Quietly watching the pair of you dance sexily, her hands on your waist, I couldn't help but stare at Judy's cleavage, comparing her to you as both your robes loosened around you middles letting the upper portion fall open slightly. Saying nothing, I realised Charles was enjoying the view as much as I was! Alert to my senses because of the joint, I heard Judy comment on your body, "I couldn't believe your age" you replied! "Your body is so sexy" "Thanks honey" she replied and kissed you on the cheek, lingering slightly longer than she might have done. I noticed that both robes had become almost undone apart from the tie in the middle and you were both showing smooth flesh all the way down to the tie and from the tie downwards. Dancing closer, Judy moved her hands from your waist outside your robe onto the flesh of your hips, opening the front of your robe even more and revealing your soft, firm belly and the shadow of your neatly trimmed pussy. Careful not to expose myself I stole a peek next to me to see Charles blatantly sat there with his robe open and his hand on his now fully erect cock; slightly shorter but thicker than my own and wet on the tip. I was comforted to see that like myself, he shaved himself smooth – I imagined, in fact hoped that Judy would also be smooth between her legs. As I looked back up at the pair of you I watched Judy slip the top of her robe from her shoulders, just the waist belt holding it to her, her tits larger although less firm than yours looking incredibly sexy in the firelight. Looking straight into her eyes as though you were alone, you allowed her to do the same to you. Hands back on your hips, she held you at arms length to look at you, then with a nod of approval she pulled you close – close enough that your tits became squashed against hers, and kissed you full on the lips. I swear I could see the glisten of moisture between your legs. I let my own robe fall open and I caressed my own cock, a tiny drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Make a fine pair don't they?" Charles commented "Whose, Helen's or Judy's?" I joked "Either – or both together" laughed Charles Charles, undoing his robe, stood up naked, penis thrust out in front of him said, "Would you mind?" and walked over to you. He reached first for Judy's then your own robe ties and undid them, letting them drop to the floor. I enjoyed a brief view of Judy's completely shaved pussy as, if on cue, the pair of you dropped slowly to the floor, Judy lying back on the discarded pile of towelling and pulling you on top of her, Charles stood, cock in hand over the pair of you!. I'd been left on my own long enough and leaving my robe behind, I lay on the floor beside you both. I caressed your firm ass as you and Judy, legs intertwined, kissed deeply, my hand snaking between your cheeks to your puffy and soo wet lips, stroking you gently from your pussy back to the soft, tight hole of your ass. All too soon Charles knelt in front of you and gently pulled your head up to meet his throbbing cock. Reluctantly you left the softness of Judy's body but with renewed enthusiasm knelt up to take him into your mouth. As you moved of Judy I could see the smoothness of her belly and the hairless flesh of her pubic mound, I slid over and gently parting her legs, I kissed and tasted her very wet pussy, savouring the heady aroma and taste of her excitement. My mouth wet from her juices, I knelt up and pulled you to me, kissing you and allowing our tongues to wrap around one another's. As I shared with you your first taste of female sex it dawned on me that as you had just released Charles from your mouth, I was also experiencing my first taste of male wetness! I don't know which turned you on more but the passion with which you kissed me, moaning with pleasure, was unreal! I pulled you with me as I headed back between Judy's smooth thighs and offered you her pussy; carefully but tenderly you allowed your head to move closer to her warm wetness, gently reaching out with your tongue tasting for the first time, a woman's pussy – your body was literally quivering with erotic excitement as she grabbed your head and pulled you into her. She shook with orgasm as she realised she was your "first". As you knelt, ass in the air filling your senses with her juices, I watched Charles settle behind you and push his face into your pussy, licking your by now soaking sex and your tight asshole, you squirming as he did so. I lifted your head up and kissed you, licking Judy's orgasm from around your mouth, I felt you cum as Charles worked his tongue along and in your pussy, and gently but easily slid first one and then two fingers into your ass. As you came down from your sexual high, Charles had turned his attention to Judy and kneeling in front of her, had slid effortlessly and deeply into her pussy. Sat either side of the two of them, you had other ideas and pushed Charles out of Judy. She didn't seem to mind as her face was still flushed from her previous orgasm, but each of her hands reached between each of our legs to caress us. You grabbed Charles by his buttocks and pulled him to a kneeling position, his cock hard and wet between us. Your eyes fixed on mine, and with my hand in yours, you/we cupped his balls and wrapping my hand round his pulsing cock, you took his length into your mouth, tasting both his and Judy's wetness. You stopped and kissed me, twirling your tongue round mine, giving me no choice but to taste the same. As we kissed you pulled his cock between us and twisted my head towards its heat. You looked at me and I knew what you wanted – I'd seen you taste another girl – now you wanted me to taste another man! By now I was so turned on that any inhibitions I may have had disappeared and I gingerly let my tongue find the wet tip of his cock. You joined my mouth with yours and kissed me, Charles' pulsing cock in between our mouths. With both Charles and Judy not knowing what was happening you moved your head back a little leaving my with my mouth enveloping Charles' swollen wet head. I heard a gasp from Judy as realising what was happening, she started working my cock harder and I imagined she was doing the same to your pussy. Charles moaned and I guessed this was his first male on male experience as well. This gave me renewed confidence and watching the growing excitement in your eyes as you came on Judy's fingers, still watching me, I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth and sucked it like I would like it done to me. Instinctively you seemed to realise Charles was about to cum so you took my place. I watched your beautiful face as your sexy mouth took control and Charles tensed then bucked as the first pulse of his orgasm sent a stream of hot cum into your mouth. You held him there until his jerks calmed down slightly and then quickly pulled him from your mouth and into mine as the last squirts pumped into my by now eager mouth and I tried to swallow his remaining cum. Realising what I'd just done was too much for me as my own orgasm erupted and I came in great arks across Judy's body and onto your own belly and pussy – you moaned loudly as my warm fluid splashed onto your cool flesh, before dripping down onto Judy's. As Charles finished cumming and fell away next to his wife, you met my mouth with yours and we kissed deeply and passionately before sliding to the floor across the prone and exhausted bodies of our hosts.

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Title: Chapter 3 Love's new beginning part one by Jesse Zeal Tags: Bad Language, Canine, Feline, Fox, Husky, Hybrid, Kissing, No-Yiff, Rabbit, Violence (Not In Yiff) Hidden Love Story Tales 3 Love's new beginning part one Another bright and sunny day.... in a somewhat way for our pregnant Rabbit Zake, Zake went back to school with his loving boyfriend carrying there soon new baby in his tummy, after getting pregnant three months ago Zake had to deal with... hassling between bullies, teasers, even worse.... the homophobe's. Time after time Druko had to protect Zake for fear of there soon to be new born safety, and each time Druko was the one taking the hits, Zake of course felt helpless but Druko was always more than happy to help his love from danger even if it meant his safety, but Druko was not alone, there best friend Drake Stark, a husky standing tall and always there for his friends, Drake was a normal husky with his multy colored tipped hair of yellow, blue, and green with slight silver at the roughs, Drake dressed in his own fashion of a red shirt with a tribal symbol and denim jeans. Of course just like Druko, Drake was always willing to be in a fight even more for his friends, but this day was why more worse than any normal day, this one day ended up coming across the biggest homophobe on school, Hugh Hudson, a Jaguar known to take things way to far, rumors spread around that in his last school he almost beat a fur to near death just for being gay, no telling what he'd do to our poor rabbit and fox. Zake and Druko accompanied by Drake were going to their next class when Hugh was standing in his way, between some words of provocation the biggest fight started between Druko, Drake, and Hugh. Zake watching all this was screaming to them to stop but to nothing, it took two teachers and the school principle to stoop them, one of which was Zake's math teacher Mr. Steven Smiths, a white horse with Blue and pink hair.... almost reminds me of cotton candy and the normal teacher get up, dress shirt and dress pants, rumors' also spread that he is dating the school's baseball couch Mr. Rafferty who was also involved in the fight, A wild brown stallion with a perfect body, In Zake's mind they are perfect for each other. The fight took the two teachers oddly enough was making out in the bathroom and the school principal Mr. Phink, a 55 year old lion who was well built for his age to stop, Mr. Phink was not happy today and to have this commotion happening setting him off the deep end, With the fur flying between the three the principle had enough of it giving everyone involved in the fight a three week suspension including the two teachers for involving themselves in it. Hugh was far from done with them and swore pay back on them at one time or another, this happened two weeks ago, during their time away from school Zake and Druko stayed in each other's arms taking care of one another, Zake's father was a little miffed that his son was suspended from school but let it go easy when he learned of Druko's brave actions for standing up for his son, it was almost like Mr. Brooke was already seeing him as a son in law, But Druko's mother was not a happy over any fact, She took the new of he son's life style hard and to hear that they were having a child sent her world crushing down on her, She loved her son in everything but she couldn't get over what she had seem not having one son but now two gay son's, You'd take it pretty hard to if you were in her place. Now it was Two weeks into the suspension and Druko, Drake and Zake were hanging out as always playing games and talking about stuff they saw on TV, Zake being the one who had the most money talked about stuff on channels that Druko or Drake didn't have so he felt awkward about talking about that stuff, but on the other paw they all had the same interest likes which was a plus for the hare. In May 8th Zake got the idea to hang out at his house since he had all the cool stuff and both Drake and Druko agreed. On the walk to the rabbit house they talked about the same stuff as always, about what they saw on TV, what new games are coming out, the baby's health stuff like that. "So whens the baby do?" Drake asked Zake "Let's see.... it's been a little over three months so....... soon" Replied the hare The husky looked shocked at the reply as Zake added "It's because I'm a rabbit, Rabbits give birth faster than any animal in the world" Which was true, in his bleed line it takes a month or two to give birth but because he had to have a egg transplant in order to have to baby it takes him longer to about 3 to 4 months. "Oh.... that reminds me, who's egg are you using to give birth" Asked Drake who felt he was asking to many questions. "My sister Ally gave me the egg transplant so me and my lover fox can have a family" Zake replied snuggled up to his loving fox. Druko snuggled back to his love as they get down a couple of house's from Zake's house when something catches his eyes, It was none only then Hugh Hudson the homophobic Jaguar asshole and his little gang, There was a Husky that goes by the name of K.C. real name Kent Carter the ordinary pup, KC believes mostly in the catholic teachings in making him homophobic as well. and another was in fact a ex con over a set up, A bear named Axel Huntington, He looks just like a thug in every aspect of the word thug. Tattoo's piercings' and tattered cloths, A original gangster but even being Zake still thinks Axel may have a heart under the outlook. Just as Druko seeing them starring right at them he turns to Drake and says "Drake get Zake inside the house quickly." "What about you Druko" Asked Drake even though he already knew what Druko was thinking of doing. "Look drake just get Zake in the house Now!" Shouted the fox looking worried, Drake nods his head knowing what was going to happen, Before Drake started running to the house Druko said one last thing to Drake "Please..... Keep Zake safe.... no matter what happens." Drake looked back at his friend as him and Zake ran into the house as a tear rolls down his eye as he thought to himself 'Druko.... you better get out of this in one peace.' With a slam of the door and a turn of the lock the Jaguar, the Husky, and the Bear looked at the fox itching to beat the crap out of him, With every second felt like a Hour slowly passing by, Druko ran towards the house as the three darts after him, Druko getting the upper hand as he wall kicked the wall of the house and smacked the Bear in the jaw with his foot paw, Seeing the other two getting ready to strike Druko sweeped the Husky cracking the Husky's knee out and jumps into the air in a back flip, The fox flipping over the jaguar and plants a foot paw to the back of his head, One on slot after another dodge after dodge after dodge Druko getting tired and starting to lose stamina getting harder to dodge there attacks to the point when Druko was knocked to the ground. Zake and Drake looking out from the inside seeing Druko in trouble hoping for his safety as Zake eyes well up with tears. Druko being on the ground now restrained as both the Bear and Husky starts kicking him on the ground, Hugh grinning a evil smile as he pulls out a knife and the Husky stop's "Yo Hugh what are you doing?" KC asked. "What dose it look like, I'm going to open up this faggit up" Replied the sinister Jaguar. "Yo no way this wasn't apart of the deal man you told me we were just going to teach him a lesson not kill him" said the Husky in a panic tone. "We are KC relax, I'm just giving him something to remember as he enters the next life" Said Hugh laughing as he slowly starts to cut at Druko's chest and stabbing him in the shoulder as he screams in pain in a ear piercing blood curdling scream. Drake watching what was going on runs to the door and darts to them trying to protect his friend, Drake knocks the jaguar right in his muzzle making him fly back to the road him landing flat on his back, Drake looks at the other two as if he was thinking 'Don't even dare think of even starting with me.' Both the bear and the other husky thinking the same thing in their minds as they ran to their friend but Hugh wanted to just kick the snot out of Drake, Sirens started blaring from a couple of blocks any as they start getting worried, "Hugh screw this it's not worth going to jail for" said Axel Hugh still stubborn trying to fight back being dragged out of there by his two friends as he kicks and screams "Get you fucking paws off of me, I wanna kill that mother fucker." Finally the three of them high tail it as the cops come to see what was going on, to the officers shock he finds the bleeding fox laying on the ground as he calls his dispatch "This is officer long I need medical emergency asps we have a wonder young male in need of medical assistants now between Seeder and Rain on 57 Rain Street." "10-4 sending medical assistance now Eddy" replied to radio. Eddy looked at the wounded fox and saw who he is "Jesus crist its Druko........ Hey what happen?" the tiger officer asked. The husky with tears in his eyes looked at the tiger crying "It was this Jaguar Hugh Hudson.... he tried to kill him" Drake said to the tiger trying to hold back his tears as much as possible. A few hours later the EMT's arrived trying to help the wounded fox as best as they can, luckily they were able to stable his condition but they weren't sure if he would make it "Boy I'll tell you he's one lucky pup able to live so long with those wounds..... Poor kid" Said one of the EMT furs with a sad look on his face. The other fur with the same expectation on his face agreed "How can people be so sick... to treat a pour kid like this...." The other EMT fur replied. As they put the wounded fox into the ambulance Druko put his paw on one of their paws looking in his eyes "Is.... is Zake alright?" Druko managed to say with little strength he had. The EMT fur nearly wept at the carnage and bravery to be more concern for the rabbit over his own life as he nodded "Yes he's just fine, save your strength kid we're taking you to the hospital now" the EMT told him as the van's doors closed. Inside the house it was mostly talking about what happened as officer Long was getting the story from Drake and Zake "So this group of furs came out getting ready to fight?" The tiger asked. The two nodded keeping quiet as the tiger kept asking more questions "Ok so anything else?" The tiger had also asked. Zake with big tears in his eyes began crying again "He.... He.... He told me to run inside the house..... I knew something horrible was going to happen..... I should have been there with him..... I should be the one in that van..... It's my fault" The young rabbit said sobbing every single word as drake tried to comfort the hare. "Shhhh Zake its ok, he's a fighter remember, he'll pull throw this ok" Drake said petting the rabbit on the head. The officer looked at the two of them as he wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to the husky "Look don't open this till later... if you need help..... look for these guys... you can trust them, find a rat and say Officer Eddy Long sent me he'll understand ok?" said Eddy The husky nodded and took the paper and slipped it into his pocket for later. After a hour the house got quiet without the emergence team there, Zake with tears in his eyes still blames himself for what happened 'it's all my fault..... I couldn't help him...... I can't help no one' Zake thought to himself sitting on the love seat as Drake sat next to him. Drake in silence not knowing what to say finally spoke up "Zake.... I care a lot about the both of you.... I wish I could make you happy... I know deep in my heart Druko will pull out of this, but... if he doesn't.... I... I want to be there for you" The husky said chocking back a little The rabbit just looked at him thinking to himself 'I've never seen this side of him before' Drake continues to say holding Zake's paw "Zake..... I... I want to be your child's god father.... I just want to be there for you and your child... even if it happened the other way around with you... you know, I still want to be there for them.... because.... I care so much for the both of you and I want to be a part of your lives" Zake was in shock, he didn't know what to say all he could do was cry louder and louder. Drake feeling guilty thinking he might have said the wrong thing started to take everything back "I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to make you cry... I'm-" The husky's words was cut off but Zake's lips pressed against his in a wonderful loving kiss, after a few moments the kiss broke apart as they try to regain their breath "No Drake.... you don't need to be sorry.... I.... I care so much about him...... I can't bare knowing he's in the hospital like this.... thinking he might die..... I'd be honored if you be our child's god father Drake" the hare said holding back every tear he could. Drake blushes and nods his head agrees "....... look you.... want to.... call your dad?" The husky asked thinking maybe calling his dad might help. The hare nods his head and gets the phone dialing his father's cell phone number. At the hospital Dr. Brooke was looking after a few patterns as his phone goes off "Oh geez that's my son.... probably wondering of the situation of his little friend.... mind I take this Mr. Wilson?" Asked the older hare as the Ram nodded his head. Dr. Brooke answers his phone turning his back for a quick minute "Zake you know your not to call me while I'm working" The older rabbit said hearing his son crying. "I'm..... I'm sorry dad but I got to know...... is Druko ok?" the young hare asked trying hard not to cry so much. Dr. Brooke well knew of Druko's well about him calmly said "Yes he's ok but he's still in intensive care..... His cuts were very deep..... One of them almost pierced his heart..... It was inches away... he's very lucky he even survived the surgery... I'll tell him you called to see how he is when he wakes up ok buddy?" Zake sniffling nodded his head and whimpered "y-y-yes dad.... Please call me as soon as I'm aloud to visit him ok?" the young rabbit asked crying a bit. "Of course kiddo, you know I will.... I got to get back to work, you try to cheer up ok Zake?" said Dr. Brooke concern about Zake's reaction Zake did the same thing, he nodded his head and whispered yes as he hung up, After the phone call Zake and Drake looked at each other as Zake hugged Drake crying a little more. "Zake I know this must be hard for you... but.. I'm sure Druko would want you to have a smile on your face.... I know you can't right now but... god I don't know... maybe we can try putting a smile on your face?" Stated the husky petting the hare's long soft ears. Zake laying his head on Drakes chest didn't feel like smiling... not right now, He didn't feel like doing much right not but stay like that. Drake getting worried about Zake he tried suggesting a few ideas for him and Zake to do but the hare shook his head no each time till finally Drake tried on more thing "Well..... Maybe you'd like to get something to eat.... you might be hungry after everything that happened?" In fact Zake was hungry but more like the baby was hungrier then he was "........ Ok" Zake agreed to get something to eat. A hour later both Zake and Drake walked to a local dinner call 'Reoes', Drake thought it might be a good idea for them to go here since it's his treat and this place was really cheap, The boys entered the dinner ad sat at the booth looking at the menus. Drake deciding the waitress comes over "Hello you two may I take your order?" said the young waitress, Drake looked over to see her, she was a young Panther girl about 16 or 17 Black fur and in a very skimpy maids outfit in high heels, Drake almost choked seeing her. Zake looking at the husky giggle the first time in a while, "Yes I'll have your burger special with double order of frys thank you" Said the hungry rabbit. Drake smiles and pats Zake's back after putting in his order of the Stake combo. The husky smiles at the rabbit as he smiled back, "Thats the spirit/ Just stay happy, it'll be unhealthy for the baby if you're depressed." said Drake putting a paw on the hare's left shoulder. The rabbit giggles looking at Drake "Well what helped was when you got all choked up looking at our waitress" The hare said laughing to him self. Drake blushes as he chuckled out "Oh shut up you" Zake still giggles to himself as they wait around for there food to come. Drake looks around for the waitress to come back with the food. "When's she coming back" said the husky getting hungry. Zake shrugs as he feels his belly and giggle "I'm not sure but the baby sure is hungry" Drake chuckles and almost falls out of his chair. Zake blushing looking at the husky "whats so funny?" asked the rabbit his face bright red. "No, I would never think that. It's just the way you said about eating for your cub I found it cute." said Drake trying to reassure his friend. Zake blushes and smiles "Aww thank you drake" said the hare holding Drakes paw. Drake nods. "You're welcome, Zake. Druko is really lucky to have you." Blushes the husky. Zake looks down at the table and tears up a litlle, "Yeah... that he is isn't he" the hare said hold back a few tears "Hey," Drake whispers as he puts a paw on Zake's shoulder. "Don't you worry, Druko's gonna be fine. He's a fighter, he'll pull through." Zake nods his head as the tears drip down his face. The husky wipes Zake's tears "Come on, where's that smile" asked the canine trying to cheer his friend up. Zake trying to hold back his tears trys to smile a little for drake. Drake pats his shoulder. "Druko would want you to smile. Just remember, he'll be back before you know it." said the husky consoling. A few minutes go by as they wait for there order "Hmmmm I'm getting really hungry" "Yeah, me too,"Drake replies, whistling for the waitress to come by. One comes right up to the table as she asks "Can I help you with something sir?" "Yeah, we're starving over here. What's taking so long with our food" Drake answers, looking up at the waitress. The waitress smiles looking at the back "It should be done soon I'll go check it for you" She says as she walks off to the kitchen. "Thank you," Drake says, with a smile. Zake smiling a bit ready to eat the whole place Drake yawns. "Man, I'm really, really hungry." The waitress comes back with the rabbits and the huskys orders "Sorry for the wait, heres your food" Drake takes his plate and nods. "Thank you." Zake does the same looking at his plate as his muzzle starts to water, "Mmmmm smells yummy" Said the rabbit giving it a good whiff. Drake starts eating his meal. Zake taking the pickle on his plate and starts eating that first. Drake giggles. "The classic craving, for any pregnant fur." Zake smiles as he takes bite after bite out of it. Drake smiles, and continues eating his food. The rabbit finishes his pickle and starts on his burger and enjoying it. The husky takes a sip of his soda, and keeps eating, spotting a lone, sexy, male tiger, sitting in the restaurant. "Do you think he'll be interested in me, if I talk to him" Zake looks over to see who he's talking about "Hehe he is pretty cute, you should try" said the rabbit pushing him to do it. Drake blushes. "But what if he rejects me Or what if he's straight And why am I asking these"He gets up and wipes his muzzle, walking over to the tiger. "Hello. I'm Drake Stark,"he holds out a paw to the tiger. "I was wondering if uhhh... you were single. And if so, would you mind getting to know me" The tiger blushes looking at the husky and put our his paw "Nice to meet you and...... I..... I'd like that.... my names Tim Carson"said the tiger blushing even more. Drake smiles and shakes his paw, giving a small thumbs up to Zake. Zake smiles as he eats his more of his burger. "Do you wanna sit with me and my friend over there" Drake asked, pointing to the table where he was just at. Timothy blushes and nods his head "Sure I'd love to" said the tiger "Yay," Druko says, as he grabs the tiger's paw and walks with him to the table. Tim trying to keep up hurry's to the table "Ahhh slow down, your going to break my arm off Drake" "Oh, sorry,"Drake giggles and sits his new tiger friend down. Timothy blushes and sits down as Zake stuffs his face in frys, Zake waves at the tiger. Tim smiles at the rabbit "H-hi... nice to meet you I'm timothy carson" "Zake, you gonna say hi " said the husky to his friend that was eating. Zake smiles at the tiger as whips his muzzle with a napkin "Hi I'm zake, Zake Brooke" the hare said introducing himself The tiger was speechless "Brooke, your not Alice Brooke son are you?" asked the tiger as Zake nods his head Druko looks at Tim. "You know his mother." Tim smiles "I'm a Hugh fan of hers" He said getting glowy eyed. "Ahhh." said Drake in a puzzled thought Zake giggles "Really whats your favorite of her movies?" asked the rabbit "Oh god I Soooooooo Love Went love hurts you cry" said the tiger. Drake giggles."Am I missing something here?" Drake asked Zake looks at Drake "Dude My mom is a movie star remember? she did award winning films like 'if dawn before you died' and 'black fur's mas' said Zake "Oh, right, duh. Sorry." Drake lays his ears back in embarrassment. Timothy looks at the husky wondering "Hay why so embarrassed?" Zake poke at the tiger and giggles "it because he's a big fan of black fur's mas and never knew hehe" Drake puts his muzzle on his paws. "I feel so stupid now." They both giggle as the TV turns on to a news report, "Here on a friendly neighborhood street a young fox as brutally put in the hospital, the witnesses says it was cus oh his sexuality that the attackers did such a horrible crime, police are on the move looking for the assailants as we speck... we can only pray for this young boys recovery" Zake starts moping as soon as the report started and Tim look over in shock "Oh my god.... how horrible" said the tiger nearly crying. Drake nods."Yeah. And all he was doing was walking with Zake home." said drake as his ears lowers. : Timmy looks at the husky and rabbit "wait you know him?" asked the tiger Just as the tiger finished his sentence Zake got up to go into the bathroom. "He doesn't like what they did. We keep trying to calm him down, but every time we do, something brings it up." stated Drake as he sighs worried about the rabbit. The tiger lowers his head feeling like his about to cry "Oh my gosh.... thats... that must be so Terrible for him to go through this...." Tim said nearly crying himself. "Yeah. I've known that fox pretty much my whole life, I know he'll make it out alright." said Drake looking into the tigers eye at the same time zake inside the bathroom as his eyes start to water beginning to cry again his heart clutching tightly as pain and suffering sunk in as he balled out big drops of tears "Why!... Why did that have to do that to him... Why couldn't they just leave us alone!" Drake gets up from the table."I'll go check up on him." the husky said worried about his friend Timmy looking at the husky nods and gets up "I'll come with you" announced the tiger. "Ok,"Drake replies, and they go to the bathroom. Mean while in the bathroom while Zake's crying on the seat he hears two furs walking in as he stops to listen. "Man thats sick what happened to that fur...." said one voice "Yeah I agree. They didn't do a good job." "what are you talking about? that pour fur is in the hospital" "Those fuckers didn't do a good job. I would of done much better." "what the hell man.... you'd say you'd kill him?" "Fuck yes." "you fucking psycho thats a living breathing fur your talking about" "That's a gay fucking fur. They should all die." "your fucking nuts, gay or not he doesn't deserve to die you wacko" "All the gay furs deserve to die." Zake sitting still and yips hearing a punch "You're Fucked Up In The Head you know that.... why do I even hang out with you" "Because you know it's true!" "Its not the truth its Fucking Murder asshole" "It's the truth, they really should fucking die." "No They-" Just as the defending voice was going to speak Zake slips knocking against the door. The homophobic fur opens it."What the fuck do you want?" Zake looking up at the voice seeing a half breed fur, one part husky one part cheetah, all pissed off looking at the hare, the other voice seeing was a Great Dane looking at the hare "Dude leave the kid alone ok?" "Fuck that. He's probably gay too!" said the huskeetah getting ready to strike on the poor rabbit in front of him. "Secal your fucking crazy, gay or not you can't go out threaten someone like that" Replied the Great Dane trying to stop "Shut up Casta." Barked Secal gritting his teeth as more people start running into the bathroom. "Hey! What's going on?" Drake said as Tim showed up behind him at the bathroom door. The great dane looks over seeing the husky and tiger "Is this your friend?" He asked. "Yeah. What's going on? Zake, come here." Drake said calling over the pregnant rabbit. Zake trys to walk over but the huskeetah grabs the pour hare by the throat "Ahhhhhh!! Help me HELP!!" screamed the rabbit crying for his dear life. Drake charges at Secal and punches him in the face, making him release Zake. Zake gets away as Drake and Secal start fighting, Tim running zake away from the brawl walks him outside as zake crys more. Drake growls and punches Secal in the gut. Mean while out side timothy holding zake to comfort him as zake crys in the tigers arms "why.... why dose everything bad have to happen today.... why why why" Zake cryed into Tims shoulder. Tim rubs your back. "I'm not sure. But if there's anything you need me to do for you, I'll do it." Timothy said holding Zake tightly to his chest Zake nods his head looking at the tiger "Get drake please.... I don't want him to get hurt" replied the rabbit. Just as that's said, Secal gets thrown out of the restaurant, bloodied up. Zake yips hiding behind Tim Drake comes out, holding his arm. "I see you around here again, and I'll send you to the hospital!" Barked out the husky holding his arm Secal growls running off, The great dane comes walking out of the restaurant looking at every one "is every one ok?" he asked "Yeah, but your friend bit into my arm." Drake said holding his arm tightly The great dean looks at the huskys arm "you might wanna get a Rabies shot by the way I'm casta guitain" the great dane said introducing himself "Ok, Casta. I'm Drake, he's Zake, and that's Timothy." replied the husky. "Nice to meet you on crappy conditions... I never knew he was that much of a homophob tho... hang out with a guy for three year and find out something new...." Casta said sarcastically "Yeah. My friend Zake is going through alot." Drake replied. The great dane looks at the rabbit "Oh... whats wrong?" he asked looking worried at the hare. "He prefers not to talk about it,"replied Drake, putting a paw on Zake's shoulder. Casta places a paw on the rabbits shoulder and smiles at him "well what ever it is I wish you happier days ahead of you..." The canine reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money "for your troubles here your meal is on me ok?" said the Great Dane patting Zake's shoulders The rabbit nods taking the money slowly. Drake looks at Casta."Thanks. And make sure your friend understands my message." The husky said grinning Casta nods as he walks off into the streets. Zake holding back looks down at the street lost deep inside his head. Drake pats the rabbit's shoulder. "Come on, let's go home." suggested the husky looking into Zake's eye. The rabbit shakes his head no " No drake.... all I did was site on the side lines while every one fights for me.... every one I know getting hurt.... drake do you still have that paper officer long gave you?" Zake asked not sure what to do anymore. "Uhh, yeah, why " Drake replied "Give it to me" demanded the rabbit putting out his paw. Drake blinks, pulling out the paper and giving it to him. Zake opens it seeing its a note from officer long "To zake and drake, by now you're looking for help. there's a thug group that might help but only go to them as a last resort. there known as the Kin Sanyu's. a ruthless group willing to do any Violent thing for the right price, go to 5th in main on hallberg and ask for Rainer and Iggy. From Officer Edward Long" Drake looks at Zake. "You're not thinking..." asked the husky getting very worried about what the answer might be. Zake nods looking at the husky "Drake... they hurt druko.... if he still needs protection then what choice do I have... you can go home but I'm going with or with out you" said the rabbit determined ether way Drake sighs. "I guess I can't stop you. Then I'm going with you. With or without my injured arm." he said giggling Zake smiles at drake tearing up as Tim slips drake a peace of paper "My number.... call me some time ok?" said the tiger Drake blushes and nods. "Ok, Tim." he said as he smiled The tiger blushes looking at Drake, with out warning Tim quickly kisses the husky on the lips. Drake blushes deeply and looks at Tim. When the tiger break from the kiss Tim smiles saying "thats for luck." he said blushing and ran off Soon after there good s Zake and Drake starts heading out to the address that was given to them from the officer but in Zake's mind thinking something was up ".... Drake?" started from the rabbit. Drake looks at Zake. "Yeah " he replied. "Do you think officer long knows a little more then he's letting on?" asked zake with question in his eyes. "From that letter, yes. I'll question him later about that. Cops like that, don't play by the books." Drake said as the thoughts rolled around in his mind. Zake nods as they walk off into the streets not knowing what might await them. End of Part 1 \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> Notes - Hey sorry for the wait ^^ Finally done and here is the first part of a 2 parter for you, hope you enjoy it here's a few thing to think of 1. will Druko be ok? 2. is Officer Long Hiding something? 3. Who is this gang Zake and Drake are going to? and 4. Will Drake call Timothy? welp find out that in chapter 4. Love's new beginning part two, seeya later ^^

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Title: Coons and Theft 2 by Tiberius Rings Tags: M/M, No-Yiff, Raccoon, Series, Wolf All characters are copyright to me, TiberiusRings. If you have any questions, comments, send them to [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Complaints can be sent to my gmail, same name, but I will hardly check those as frequently. This story contains male on male fornication, if that repulses you, you can gladly go somewhere else. So there he was, Rei Tiberius Conner, hanging from a pair of chain cuffs, naked with his underwear around his ankles, bodysuit torn to shreds, and wet, sickening feeling inside his body. God damn, even Duncan wasn't that messy when he used to sleep with this 'coonish hero. Rei was not going to "hang out" and wait for Harding, the Military captain of the Marine Corps to come back and continue to rape him, trying to make him into some older variation of a catamite. No, Rei was already working on a way out, and playing along as the subdued subordinate who seemed to actually enjoy his rape had worked; Harding had a bit of an ego boost now and left him alone. Rei had not spied any cameras and figured the good old soldiers of the US of A thought he was less of a problem without his gear. The grunt who searched him, however, had missed the pick in his sleeve, and with his hands so close together, he had easily managed to wiggle out of his sleeve and into the lock. Rei sighed a bit as he twisted the long, silver piece of metal, trying to throw the tumblers and let him go, but it wasn't easy. The lock felt intricate, and in this position it was hardly comfortable. He also had to take it painstakingly slow, because if he dropped the pick and Harding came in before he was done, the evidence of his escape would be found, and he would lose the few tools still hidden on his person. As he twisted the lock pick, staring at his reflection in the steely metal, Rei thought back to how someone like him became a professional thief, and what the hell had he done with his life to warrant kidnapping and rape by a military organization. His mind began to wander, feeling the hands of the clock, or the digital readouts depending on your generation, begin to roll backward. Flashes of Duncan, the cold streets, people's faces and names he couldn't place, all the way back to the fall of his 13th year on the planet. The fall where he'd run away from home. Rei Conner had been an accidental birth by two people, Wanda Conner and Samuel Conner, his parents. His mother, who had tried to be successful at everything she did until she hit 25, was on a serious downward spiral. The attempt to better her life had ended when she lost her job as a real estate agent, and went right into the arms of Samuel Conner. Samuel Conner was a construction worker all his life, growing up in a hard family with a deep religious tie, he had insisted on no birth control when he and Wanda consummated their marriage. What had culminated from that was Rei, and since the moment his mother had reported to his father he was on the way, Rei knew he had never been wanted. His mother, from what he could remember, never was all there. She had began taking drugs while Rei was still a toddler, the stress of raising a child with a husband who was never there had been too much for good old Wanda. She had retreated even further into her seclusion by going to a place only she could go; drug induced visions and stupor that took hours, if not days, to snap her out of it. His father had been non existent in raising him, the man insisting that his time to raise his whelp of a son was when he could walk, and talk, and use the toilet. Thinking back, Rei would have wished to stay an infant much longer than what his biological clock said he should have been; his father had been crueler than his mother ever was. When Rei turned five, his toys had been taken and thrown away, his father, the big, stout raccoon male with broad shoulders and brown fur, had crouched infront of his boy and proclaimed "Men don't play with toys, or sleep with stuffed animals. You are a man now in my eyes, and expect to be treated like one." From that moment on, Rei's father had insisted he work around the house, which started with cleaning, but of course, even a young boy's motor skills aren't always developed, and when he failed, or forgot a task, it resulted in a usual beating, usually with his father's favorite implement, his belt. The belt never broke skin, but it hurt and when he was at school, he lied to his swim teacher he couldn't go swimming since water made him feel sick when he was in it, he really didn't want to show the marks on his flesh from the strap of leather. Finally, after a rather brutal beating when Rei came home five hours late, when he was just barely a teenager, he made the decision to run away, and never look back. He had grabbed his small backpack he used for school and emptied it of all its contents, and packed it with some clothing, his pocket knife, his small savings of money, and nothing else. There wasn't anything else in the home worth taking or he had any fond attachment to. So, in the middle of a warm night at the end of summer, he crawled out of his bedroom window, and left, walking toward the city, New York, which was a few miles away. Rei laughed, twisting the metallic pin, as he thought back to those days. Movies and books that glamorized running away were far from accurate, and in fact, those depressing documentaries and videos they showed in school of teenage children suffering and dying if they ran away had been far more accurate. Like any child, he had not grasped the big picture and merely acted upon impulse, which was to get away from a mother withdrawn into drugs and a father who had been trying to force his son to be a man he mentally and physically could not be, yet. He had never felt any kind of love from those two people, and did not miss them. While Rei did not have any emotional pang of longing, home sickness, and wanting to be held, he did miss the heater, his bed, and indoor plumbing that wasn't attached to some drug store. He also missed showers and washing machines. He had been on the streets only a week when he had ended up being mugged near Central Park. He remembered it clearly; walking down an alley in the middle of broad daylight, when someone, he thought it was a doberman, stepped infront of him and a pit bull behind him, trapping the boy within a pincer movement that seemed beyond their whiskey soaked brains and actions. Rei was stunned, and when one of the dogs approached "Hey kid," the doberman had said, a sneering grin with yellow canines gleaming in the sunlight, hands buried into worn out jeans so thin they looked like paper. "Must be knew on this side 'o the city. Gotta pay a tax, man. A tax. Now see, a cute kid like you, you gots two options. One," The doberman held up a solitary index finger infront of Rei, who was backing up more and more, though conscious of the pit ball man behind him. "you pay up. Saaaay, 20 bucks, and we go away. If ya's ain't got 20 bucks, then we can take a nice, long crack at that ass o' yours. Or yer mouth, but if you bite, we can always crush your muzzle until teeth fall out like candy. So, whats it gonna be, kid? Money or our tender, loving care?" Rei, who was a virgin at the time, had been terrified. He hadn't even begun a ritual at night that most boys his age were beginning, which was masturbation, and these men were talking about raping him! The sad thing was, he only had 30 bucks left to his name. He wasn't sure what would be worse, but he knew people cherished their virginity when it was going to be taken from him. So, with a shaking hand that moved from the strap of his backpack, he pulled out his worn out wallet and fished out twenty bucks. Rei held it up and yelped when the pit bull behind him grabbed it with a laugh. "Kid's got scratch. Not bad, kid. Remember, every month you pay up, one way or another." The next thing Rei knew, he was being shoved from behind, and hit the pavement hard. The wind was pushed out of his lungs, causing him to gasp for air as he laid there, watching the two muggers head out of the alley and turn a corner. He was now safe for now, but two thirds of his money was now in the hands of someone who would more than likely spend it on whiskey or some other kind of liquor. Home, right now, wasn't looking too bad, but he knew if he came back, his father would not welcome him home, and probably break his nose in the process. With a sigh, Rei got up and dusted his pants off, trying to think of how he could make money to survive. Money made the world go round, and Rei's world was slowing as his money trickled into oblivion. Rei had done what he could, which was, find jobs around the city under the table. America had no shortage of needed labor and no shortage of people who needed work, the sad thing was he spent a lot of his time doing back breaking labor for almost no money whatsoever. He spent a week hauling kegs around the back of a smelly bar, whose patrons ate the beer and drank the glass. He had been allowed to sleep in the back room, away from the weather and anyone who could try to abuse him, but the owner had charged him rent and cost for food. He had worked harder than he had ever in his life, and come away with barely 10 dollars to his name. He felt tired, sore, and defeated. What was he going to do? He wasn't going to be able to work like this the rest of his life and enjoy himself, but he was going to need to find a way to get out of being homeless, but how? The months dragged on, and the days grew colder, and Rei began to grow more and more desperate. He was still a virgin; he refused people who requested his rear end for a ten, though when he had been hungry as all hell, he had seriously weighed his options and almost agreed. He spent his time doing jobs like at the bar; working his backbone to dust, sleeping in the back, and barely making by. He was paying off those goons, but work became harder to find as the days began to grow colder and more desperate people, attempting to get out of the cold looked for jobs that allowed sleeping indoors. Rei had to avoid the homeless shelters, lest he be picked up by the state and pushed into the foster care system. He ranked that system up there with his father and the goons who made sure he paid up, which was seriously hurting his wallet. He barely made by last month, and now, it was the end of the month and he would have to pay soon. He would be broke, and nearly dead. He would be dead by the end of December, he knew that. Desperation and motivation. That was what changed the course of his life. He remembered hearing from some bum, who was actually quite intelligent, that the world only changes when the comfortable becomes the uncomfortable, when people can no longer withstand the normality in which they are in, and Rei had reached that point of being so uncomfortable that he needed to change, or die. That day was still a blur in Rei's aged memory; he had been so hungry and tired, he knew he was sick. He was sickly thin and knew he would not survive a week. It was the first snowy day of December, but the snow had finally stopped falling. He was out on the street, wearing a pair of faded jeans that desperately needed a wash, as well as a sweater that had seen much better days. He was on the road, walking the opposite direction of people, and looking at the passing faces of people with full bellies and warm clothes. "I'm going to steal from one of them" Rei had told himself, his hands shoved deep within his jeans, walking lazily along the snowy bank, listening to the crunch of snow and the sound of cars passing. His ears were bitterly cold, the sharp bite of freezing was nipping at the parts of his body without much covering, and he was sure he was half frozen. He had spent the last hour walking up and down the sidewalk, not sure what he should do; should he stick to the morals he had stayed with since he'd come into this world, even in death? Or should he continue to live and balk at the status-quo, fight for his life and take what he needed from a society that would not offer it up? A burning ball of passion filled his chest, his resolve set, he would do it. He would steal a wallet or a purse, and splurge like no tomorrow on the pilfered contents. He would enjoy a hot motel, a thicker sweater, a hot meal, and relish in the fact he wouldn't be homeless for one night. He grinned a bit as he walked, and spotted the first target. The man infront of him, walking the same direction as he was, appeared to be a wolf. His fur was brown as chocolate, at least from what Rei could see from the back of his head. The man was wearing a long, black trench coat, with what appeared to be slacks. Rei watched with sharp eyes and went in step with the man, keeping a good distance between him and the wolf as he looked to the side, he saw those slacks bulging at the back. A wallet. A FAT wallet it looked like. Rei grinned and looked forward, exhaling deeply and watching his breath fly from his lips, the cloud of white smoke floating upwards along the sky and then vanishing. He was going to do it. The man began to descend into the subway system, and Rei picked that time to move. Rush hour was just beginning and people were coming up the stairs, and going down. He watched people weave to and frow, and Rei, being skilled at dodging people now, slipped up to the wolf, right behind him. When he was almost chest to back with the taller man, his hand moved, almost without thinking. His hand moved and slipped along the side of that trench coat, moving swiftly as he touched the top of that back pocket as gently as a feather. People about, bumping into the wolf, perfect timing. His hand gripped the leather with two claws and lifted, fluidly, up and out..his hand held the wallet and pulled out easily, slipping the wallet into the front pocket of his sweater. He had done it. He had done it and hadn't got caught. Rei walked lazily now now with the flow of people, his head swimming with surprise and amazement that he had done it. He felt the rush people get when they defy death, and in a way, he had. This little treasure of an item would be able to sustain him at least for the here and now. He had never felt more alive than now, and was pleased with his young self. As the crowd moved and parted, Rei moved the opposite direction of the wolf and headed along the station to the other set of stairs that would return to the surface. He was unaware of the people around him, just the weight in his sweater as he walked up the stairs and back out into the bitter cold. Again, Rei did not feel it as he rode the buzz he had obtained from stealing. Was he developing a bit of kleptomania? Probably, but for now, he was eager to see what he found. He headed down an alleyway and looked about for signs of life, and saw none. Rei hauled the wallet out and flipped it open to see the contents of his wonderful prize. What he checked first was the billfold, where the money was kept. JACKPOT! It was full of hundred dollar bills, seven in all. He laughed out loud and jumped, the bit of a kid he had not been allowed to be came out. He had found a treasure beyond his wildest belief, and had more money than he had ever seen. He also found a few credit cards, and would have to careful with those, but for now the money was all that mattered. He was giddy with glee, happiness, and ready to go to an All You Can Eat Buffet. "Sneaky." A voice said from behind him. Rei froze, his eyes wide as his heart paused and skipped a beat. He turned ever so slowly toward the owner of that voice who had shattered his moment of glee. He was expecting some bum, but if it was a cop, well...both situations had him ready to bolt for high heavens. What he saw though was something completely different. The wolf was there, arms crossed, and smirking. Rei could see now the delicate creamy underfur the wolf had, which went from his lower muzzle and down his neck, vanishing into his suit shirt and tie. The trench coat was undone, revealing a rather expensive looking suit that screamed money. He just robbed a rich man. FUCK. What the hell, how come in the game of life, he kept rolling a one and landing on "miss a turn?" He was ready to run. "You know, I barely felt you pick pocketing me, kid. If it had been someone else you wouldn't be looking at my face right now; they'd have been oblivious. Now then, why don't you return what's mine and I won't call the police, hm?" The voice was deep and rich, and commanded attention. Rei felt his knees go weak, and his stomach began to tighten. He couldn't run, he had to return his prize. As the raccoon stepped forward, ringed tail flicking behind him as he held the wallet out with a shaking hand, a blurr of motion shot infront of his eyes. The next thing he knew, something hit him square on the stomach, the wind leaving him again. Another blur and a flash of hot white pain, and the sensation of being moved off his feet. He felt himself soar and then hit the wall behind him, bouncing off it like a ball. He remembered going down and blackness engulfing his senses, before nothing. Click! The cuff came loose. At least, the one he'd picked did. Rei grinned and laughed. While he had been going down his wonderful memory lane, he had managed to finally get the thumbler to release and unclench from his wrist. One down, one to go. He switched the lockpick from hand to hand, and then began to do the very same to the other. Memory lane had many shades of color, and he had been travelling down the bleaker ones. Now, his thoughts would trail to the time where his life took another drastic turn, for the better. To be continued...

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Title: The Pecking Order by Achakdragon Tags: Anal, Cum, Destruction, Dragon, Growth, Hyper, M/M, M/solo, Magic, Muscle, Skyrim All throughout the lands there was none more dangerous than the ones in Skyrim. Thieves banding together to ransack traveling merchant caravans, robbing the poor working out on their own fields, and even right in the cities, forming their own guilds to control the market for their own gain. Such practices were rapidly being seen as illegal and certain measures were being taken to eradicate those organizations, but what they lacked in manpower, they were rapidly gaining in brawn from other sources. Spelunkers from all corners of the world had gone out in search of treasure and with some of their discoveries lead to a rather healthy interest from the College of Winterhold. Magical chambers had been found, powerful magics woven around central nests, filled with what appeared to be draconic eggs. The fall of Alduin and the dragons that he had raised had since fallen, but in their wake, a new era began. Those eggs had been purified of the corruption that Alduin's influence had over them, and in time, grew to become fierce protectors of the humans, often serving kingdoms as the standard guard patrols. However, with the threats of the dragons gone, new fears began to rise in their wake. Falmer, necromancers wanting to bring back the corrupted dragons, and the massive rise of thieves in the years learning more about the newly hatched dragons, Skyrim had once again begun to slip back into chaos with little hope in sight. The dragons were sentient, able to learn the human language fairly quickly, but they were too young yet to be able to help aid in the fights...or so they thought. Our tale takes place many years after the first hatching of the mage's cleansed eggs, to which they were sent off to the various kingdoms of Skyrim to be appointed as the 'muscle' of the guards. Sure the humans were still there yet; patrolling and being able to enter shops to settle disputes, but nothing settled a prisoners incessant whining for release than a massive snout looming down on him, under the threat of being eaten alive. Though the initial broodings were a bit...unstable, often resulting in the mage's having to put safety precautions onto them to ensure that if they -would- get out of hand, that they'd be easily able to be taken care of. Few instances of revolt and aggression were swiftly handled, and with a better control over what made the dragons the borderline between feral and sentient, the mages finally began to figure out just what made them tick, and by simple adjustments to their temperatures, they began to create all sorts of variants to the beasts. Gold, silver, red, blue...all the colors they wanted, and they started to document them, but that isn't important. What is, is the current events that were unfolding outside of Dragonsreach... Proud and strong, a budding dragon of crimson and shimmering gold strutted about the landscape like he owned it. Rippling muscles danced under his hide as he took to the side of the road, careful not to crush the stones under his strong paws. Finally, he had been granted an audience by the Jarl of Dragonsreach, a place he's wanted to visit all throughout his life. Such numerous stories of what happened around that area, along with rather pleasant stories about what happened inside of the keep itself filled his heart with hopes and ambition, eager to serve the king as part of his new guard. Solitude's armor clung against his hide. Pitiful looking on a dragon of his stature, but even so, he still paled in comparison to some of the larger, older drakes that had proven themselves worthy of having such a status. Swinging his tail low and slow, he grinned back almost giddily towards some of the guards as he lumbered along the path up to the main gate, spying a few fellow beasts perched atop of the stonework wall, on the lookout for thieves along the roads, preying on the merchant caravans that were supposed to arrive within short order. Poised high, they only gave the fellow dragon a mild snort in his direction before returning to their vigilant postings, scanning the horizon and sniffing the breeze for the scent of the horses that would pull the wagons. With nothing in sight, Dragonfire spun on his paws as the front gates were opened into the city of Dragonsreach, his heart fluttering in his chest as he saw the interior for the first time. The idle pace of the city seemed alluring already, people wandering the streets, showing off their wares in their shops, and some even trying to try to draw in the draconic crowd as well. Scale buffing? Free samples of some of the shops meats? Custom made armor for a big ol' beast to wear? Goodness, why hadn't he come here sooner? Some children even were racing up and down the pathways, dodging between the legs of some of the dragons that even roamed about, slow and steady were their gaits, but they paid no mind to whoever was below. They were protected by the king after all. If a few got underfoot, they just reported that it was their fault for getting in the way. But even in their play, they did take a few seconds to gaze upon the new dragon in their city, even running around his footpaws, patting against his scales before dashing away, giggling, and peering back at him through the bushes, talking to one another quietly, perhaps in admiration. No matter, he had a task to do for the time, and the first was to make sure he didn't stomp on anyone...yet. He wouldn't want to make that impression to the king if he had a mob of people after him if he was too clumsy. Passing by several houses already, he came over towards a more well used path that led straight into the city square, merchants having their booths and wares on display more profoundly than those that wandered the street, flashing them off whenever they thought they could make a sale. Human guards and dragons stood off to the side, some even idly chatting towards one another but he couldn't help but smirk as he heard one dragon growl out as he passed by. "..told me I couldn't fly on aerial patrol because I took an arrow to the knee? Doesn't he know what we fly with? I swear the captain is too horn..." He walked by without thinking terribly about the captain just yet, sounds like the captain was rather safety conscientious and was just worried about their well being. Sounds rather comforting to know that they have a captain that's actually careful with whoever is under his command. Shrugging his wing shoulders lightly, he made his way up the side towards the keep, eager as ever to get into the ranks of the guards. Heavy footfalls crunched some of the lumber partially buried in the earth to use for the dragon's as claw holds, working his way up to the side entrance, where a few of the overseeing guards alerted the captain of the new arrival. Tapping on the edge of his shield to draw the dragon's bright eyes up towards him, the guard simply pointed back further and huffed. "The captain is busy at the moment, but he still wants to see you. Go around, you'll hear him well before you see him. He's enjoying some...personal time." *Personal time?* *But it's the middle of the day, why would he be slacking off now?* The clinking of the armored plates thumping against his sides was all but drowned out to his ears as he had to focus on something new with every step towards that back that he took, a heavy scent soon flooding the air and as he took it on, he started realizing more and more just what it could be. But with the thicker snarls drawing on from the back of the building, he soon rounded the corner, hitting headlong with that intense musk, leaving the dragon slack jawed as he saw the sight before him. Dragonhold Keep had been since...renovated since the days of Alduin, but this was... Before him stood the captain of the guard, platinum scales glinting with the light and the fine layer of sweat held over his frame, and judging by the restraints that they had reworked to best keep a dragon like him under wraps, they spared no expense in making sure the workers that were getting so intimately close with the beast wouldn't be harmed. Facing away from where Dragonfire was coming in, he had a grand view of the beast's massive form gripped down by those wooden restraints, banded metal curling around the splintered wood to try to keep it together. His wings were held down, along with his fore and hindlegs, even his tail was strapped down for the moment, but all that jarring clattered the chains and shook the walls as he stressed himself against the restraints, claws tearing deep against the stone, ripping it apart. Was he...trapped? No, he looked all too...happy to be... Just then he started to take notice of what truly was going on. The dragon was held in place as workers were focusing around the dragon's loins, and as the crimson dragon stepped in further to gaze upon what was going on, his jaw started to drop, seeing what they were treating him to. The beast's weighty balls were being massaged over, along with an odder device gripped around his prides held tightly together, thrusting through it to spill his seed all over several vats that were held in the flooring, beneath a grating system to drain down into it with the dragon's imminent release. Muscles rippled and flared over the dragon's haunches as he strove himself forth hard, those knotted bases of his prides locking him to the device wrapped around his sheath. But as he tossed his head and snorted out hotly back at the workers, he noticed the new dragon standing there, a broad grin spreading along his lips as he gruffed out. "Come on closer...Rrrrngh, don't be...shy. I'm just getting a little...lighter for the flight later. Didn't expect you to be...ear....RRLY!" he chuffed out thickly, thick blasts of precum soaking down, splattering down the backsides of his forelegs and slamming against some of the vats. That musk struck again and again on each shot, coupled with the multitude of other scents left behind by the other drakes in the area. The entire area was open, for those that wanted to extend out their wings, if they were deemed safe to do so, if they didn't get too wild. Stone walls were set in place beneath the beast to block any errant shots that might get too scattered as they were to erupt. Several sets of human hands kneaded and worked over the cocks each and over those balls of his, drawing the dragon closer and closer to orgasm. "The mages here have been trying to...gather 'samples' from us for use in their experiments, or to see if its practical elsewhere...Of which...rrngh, as you can see, we are more...more than eager to help support their cause, especially with the stout lack of females around to aid us. Rrrngh, give me one moment..." The platinum twisted his head away and snarled out, his tongue sticking out between his teeth as he bit down, and as Dragonfire could see, the dragon's cocks were thickening with each heavy pulse of his heartbeat, the dragon's entire frame tensing up, muscles straining against the scaled hide as those balls of his seemed to swell out one last time, before he bellowed out his booming roar, the humans underneath of him moving off to the side to make sure they were clear of the blasts as he pummeled those heavy shots of musky cum against that wall, splattering his seed all over the place. Jet after jet launched out of both, the wood creaking and snapping further as he strained the limits of the restrains, even some errant shots launching over towards Dragonfire's snout, splattering his snout and neck, and with that stout musk drew on a potent groan from his lips, his own length swelling out stoutly from his sheath. Several long seconds came and went with the dragon's release as he snarled out his delight, the leather around his tail keeping it secured to the floor creaked and moaned with the strain, but finally, he began to taper off, panting lowly, and quickly, the workers were already going to work, cleaning him off, and starting to undo his restraints, tilting his blissful snout back over towards the crimson standing there, like nothing had happened. "Rrrngh, by the gods, that feels MUCH better! So then, Dragonfire is it? I've heard about several of your rather unique interrogation methods. I must say I approve. First thing is first though. Workers, get that armor off of him, he's not going to be needing the mark of another city on him. I already like him enough that he's staying. Later on, you can get a turn in here too, if you want. I try not to visit more than three times a day, depending." The dragon smirked, and before he knew it, several hands were already working against his body, their dainty fingers gliding across his scaled hide as they maneuvered the buckles, stripping them down and off of his frame, the armor plating clanking heavily on the stonework floor as they were released. He felt...different without the armor on, more protected, but more free to move about as he liked, especially after the plating on his sheath was removed, letting him fully hang down low just as he was meant to, getting an obvious grunt from the larger platinum standing off to the side, stretching himself out, getting a full eyeful of the dragon before him. "Mmm, dragon of few words, eh? That's fine. I'm getting to see plenty about you as it is. Strong, tough...rrrngh... well I won't go into more just yet because we have a fun little patrol route to go on." Dragonfire's head perked up as he stole it away from the dragon's slowly retreating cocks, blushing a bit as he softly nodded his head, tailtip swinging around about the floor as he listened intently to him, staving away the obvious arousal that he had. "As you know, bandits have been bad in these times, and there is word that they hit the caravan that was going to supply us for the next few months. We get to go out and see just where they are. You up for it?" *As if I was going to pass this up...* "Absolutely! Are we leaving immediately?...I don't have any armor to wear though anymore now?" He rumbled out aloud as he thought about the armor pooled at his footpaws, ready to be toted away with the horses. If they were going on a potentially dangerous mission, why were they going unprotected? And with little, or no support from the other dragons? "Don't worry about it for now, they have to custom make you some later on as it is. It's going to be loose fitting for awhile...that is, unless you stick close by my side. I can't stay in any piece of armor they give me too long, it just ends up snapping off before I know it." He tossed a casual grin and winked back, and began to turn around, people scattering away from underfoot as he turned towards the balcony where they had to come in from, gently opening his wings even as his tail tip swung around to stroke against Dragonfire's weighty sheath, giving the dragon a strong shudder as slow grind back against that tail tuft. But even as he opened his eyes from the short moment of bliss, he saw the dragon's wings beat down, launching him off of the edge of the balcony, taking with him a few errant chunks of the flooring with him as he took to the sky, the light reflecting off of his scales like a brilliant mirror, shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow off of his hide. Dragonfire stiff leggedly lumbered over towards the edge, precum drooling in a clear line from where he was standing to the edge as he took off right after him, taking chase into the skies as he followed the dragon higher and higher into the skies, lazily banking towards the roads where the caravan was rumored to be. They took turns out in front, the platinum soon falling behind a few times to get a better look over his new recruit. Specifically having asked for him, the dragon's sharp eyes fell on those strong curves of the dragon, admiring those stripes along his flanks and sides bulging out with every beat of those powerful wings of his, drawing a low grunt from the pit of his chest as the wind whistled over his wings. Those heavy foot paws of the dragon further taking on his interest as he tilted his eyes upwards, getting a full eyeful of the crimson's weighty sheath and balls idly adjusting themselves with every wind pocket that would catch against the hefty equipment, drawing a swaying that tantalized his eyes. He had all but since forgotten about what they were out there for until Dragonfire roared out a brief call out towards him, catching his ears and snapping his snout down around towards the ground where Dragonfire was looking. Sure enough, the convoy of wagons was there, and it appeared as though they were being ransacked. There were no survivors left of the caravan, but the remaining thieves had more than a few armfuls of supplies they needed to get away with, and with their hustle and bustle to try to get their horses to stand still for a few seconds longer, the hunt was on. Dragonfire watched as the platinum tilted his head and dove straight at them, and seeing them separated out from their horses a few paces, he loosed a bellowing roar that shook the very trees around them, and spooked the horses away, their hard charging hooves thundering down the path right as the dragon himself landed just past it, separating out the fleeing thief from his only mode of escape which skittered to a stop, but not nearly quickly enough to turn and get away from the dragon. His two partners made off in the opposite direction, to which the massive crimson took after himself, wanting to prove himself to his new captain. Slamming down into the roadside and pinning one of the thieves underfoot, he snarled out at the other even as he stupidly tried to draw his sword, the metal clattering to the stonework path as he was greeted with a fang filled snout in short order, knowing he was screwed. A quick snap of his tail drew around the little male's waist, a smaller elf, from the looks of it and snarled out into his face, tendrils of drool flying off of his snout as he silenced his whimpering and pleas for mercy from the big beast within short order. "Now then ,recruit! Time to show me your prowess in terms of your interrogation. I'm rather excited to see just how you perform with it. I'd answer well if I were you, Elf. I've heard he can be rather...convincing when he wants answers out of you." The platinum smirked as he came over closer, brushing a few of the now empty caravans off of the road with his forepaw, sending them down a little hill to break apart on the impacts, the dragon's tail holding up the other prisoner for the time as he beat his fists down against the girth of the scaled length, trying desperately to get away. "Normally, I just tend to eat whoever is left at the scene of the crime, and follow the scents of your little friends as they ran away and crush them at their own homes. But...I'm letting him handle it this time. So you -may- live through this, thief." The elf's heart sunk in his chest as he looked back to that drooling maw of the beast, his feral smirk spreading along his snout as he gently held the little male down lower towards the ground, letting him see his companion pinned underneath of the dragon's foot paw, claws on either side of his head, the little male's wiggling grinding up further against his foot paw drew a heavy grumbling growl from the pit of his chest. Those sharp eyes glared deep into the elf's own as he formulated his questions, shaking his head quickly. "Come now, don't make this rough on yourself, or I'll demonstrate on your little friend here how rough I can be. If I can't get the answers out of you...well, we'll just do what he suggested before. Kill you off and follow your friend's scents back towards your base of operations, how does that sound?" The elf stayed quiet at that point, shaking his head like a spoiled two year old, refusing to eat something. Shrugging, the dragon let his forepaw slowly grip around the male's frame, and as he scooped him up off of the ground, he smirked back, licking over the edge of the male's legs, soaking down the edges of his pants and his boots, smirking back at the captive in his tail. "First question then. How many were involved in your little plot here?" He snorted as he slowly drew the male up off of the ground, his kicks and screams heard all the louder as he tried to get away, but the foot paw dragged him closer and closer behind him, further out of sight. "You'll just have to kill us all off instead! I'm not telling you, *BEAST!"* he spat out, shaking hard against the dragon's paw, and soon the strangled yells of the male turned to a new level of frightened as he was feeling his feet touching something rather hot and warm against his feet, and with him unable to move, he groaned out in pleasure, slowly stuffing the little male inside of his sheath, to which the new captive yelled out. "JUST TELL IT! I'M NOT GOING TO DIE HERE TODAY BECAUSE OF YOU!" The little male squirmed and kicked, but it just drew a heavier rumble from the beast as he tried to formulate the new question, even as his feet were sliding down inside of his sheath, eliciting a thick growl from his chest. "Rnngh, the more he squirms and the longer you delay, the harder it's going to be to force you in there too, elf. Now then, since you don't want to answer that, next question. Where are all of your friends going? Where is your base located?" The screams were getting louder and louder the further he slid in, and as he was up to his chest, the male yelled out from his sheath, clutching as hard as he could to whatever edge of the dragon's claw that he could reach. His voice rang out as he tried to hold on. "Whitewatch Tower! Whitewatch Tower is where the base is! Just pull me out, please! There's a few dozen of us, just please, let me go!" The dragon's smirk spread firmly across his maw as he listened to that, his low growling drumming from the pit of his chest. "Excellent. Thank you, little one. But there in lays a problem. You two are still convicted of crimes against Whiterun, so you must be tried for your crimes. Now, since we are going after the rest of your bandit friends, we'll just have to keep you with us until we can give you a proper trial." Both of the males screamed out, but the dragon just laughed and growled out. "Or, do the noble thing and go turn yourselves into the soldiers of Whiterun and save yourself the embarrassment of reek of dragon musk. Your choice." The platinum stood by, laughing a bit as they all quickly were in firm agreement of partaking in the lesser of the evils, and quickly took off down the road, fleeing as fast as they can towards Whiterun, the dragon's roaring back out after them. "Remember! We know your scents by now! If you don't show up in the jails when we get back, we'll be after you!" One of the elves tripped as he heard that, rolling down the hill a little, but the other two didn't even know it, far too busy running away for their safe refuge from the beasts that so threatened them, the beasts smirking back at them as they turned their sights to the west. "So, to the tower then?" Dragonfire smirked warmly back at the platinum, flicking his tail from side to side, amused with himself that things went so well. "Of course, it's time to take it to them directly. I must say, your reputation is well funded, I haven't had an interrogation go that well, ever. Normally, they just faint on me and then the human guards have to take over for me. I do rather approve of your methods too..." He flicked his tail around and grinned, patting against his sheath. "Hadn't thought of doing that before. Must say it's rather effective. But yes, to the tower we go. If there are that many of them...mmm, well, I have a rather fun little plan for that. For now, we'll take a mild little detour back to Dragonsreach and get properly...outfitted for this little assault. When they see us at the gates...don't even worry about not having the armor on, they'll give up in short order." Confused, the dragons took off back towards the keep, Dragonfire hanging back a few seconds behind the platinum whom was looking towards the road, seeing that the fugitives that they let loose were heading straight towards the city, a smirk back on his face as he tilted his snout back to grin at Dragonfire with a coy growl and flick of his tail, approving of their actions already. But as they drew nearer to the city, he felt a new tingling in the air, excitement seeming to come off of the other dragon. A brief roar of command to those other drakes on the ground, they took off towards the north, eagerly heading towards the broken tower ruins that made up the camp, but one stayed behind and growled out to a guard, who ran into the keep and within short order, a robed pair of humans stepped out, staves tapping against the earth as he landed in the field outside of the city, the humans standing atop of the outer wall, looking down at them. "Mmm, if I'm correct, you are a fire element, yes?" he grinned back at Dragonfire, to which lightly nodded his head. Smirking back at the mages, he nodded his head, and they both began to channel a spell, one on each of them, and with the confused crimson getting the first eyeful of the fire that was jettisoning towards him from the mage's fingertips, he roared out in surprise and tried to shield himself under a wing. Much to his surprise, the heat from the flickering flames didn't at all burn or scorn, but it instead felt...pleasantly good against his body, seeping further and further into his scales as he moaned out in pleasure from it, the fire still pouring on and over his body. With a stronger growl, he snorted out and shuddered, muscles flaring up larger and stronger, feeding him more strength. As he looked down at the ground and dipped his wing away, he huffed out a plume of smoke from his nostrils and looked towards the flowers that hadn't been scorched away just yet, seeing them shrinking further and further away from his gaze, drawing a pleased snarl from his lips. Growing from this mystical fire? Hell, he wasn't going to question it, he was just eager to be growing from it! Larger and thicker he swelled out, and as he tilted his head towards the platinum, electricity lancing off of the other mage's fingertips, he witnessed the other beast's transformation first hand, seeing the reflection of his own changes mirrored back onto him. Roaring out in his bliss, he watched those flanks of his surge and swell in size, the dragon's intimidating height continuing to press higher and higher into the skies, the city's walls slowly starting to shrink underneath of them as the mages kept it up until the sparks and the fire died out rather swiftly, leaving the beasts at least double their original size, looming and imposing, their bulk and sheer tonnage crushing the earth underfoot no matter where they stepped. Stretching out his grand wings, the platinum's frame shone with the electrical energy racing within those scales, giving him a sense of power just radiating off of his body, much like Dragonfire's own. The beast grinned and growled out thickly, his voice even having shifted to a much bassier, baritone growling tone. "Rnngh, now that's the stuff right there...Come on, Dragonfire. These effects don't last TOO long...but we'll make grand use of it, I'm sure..." With the onslaught of wind blowing across the fields as he took off, the mages stumbled over backwards from the sheer backblast of air coming off of the dragon's wings as he soared into the air, heading for a straight line to the north, where the rest of the drakes were waiting in a broken circle around the encampment, ready to snatch up the thieves that are trying to escape the onslaught the two were going to wreak on their base of operations. Side by side, they flew on towards the base, the broken tower of the once watchtower having been there as a landmark, and the broken remains of buildings and other towers standing there in lesser degrees, but the camp itself stood blatant to those in the skies. With a fond growling, he landed dead smack in the middle of the camp, the crimson dragon slamming into the ground several yards away, the earth crushing in underneath of their paws, and the sheer shock of the attack sent the inhabitants on such a fright, they were running headlong into one another, attempting to flee the scene, to which the dragons themselves were snatching them up, capturing them for their crimes. However, just frightening those within their little camp was not the only thing on the dragon's mind. Stone slabs cracked and slammed into the earth from the broken remains of the towers that had fallen around them, the dragon twisting his foot paw deep into the earth, feeling the stone slab turn to dust beneath his strong sole. He turned his attention back towards the crimson dragon, licking along his lips, the fire dragon's eye catching that swelling sheath beneath of the platinum's frame. The strength of the spells that had been used on them definitely was still acting upon each of them, a powerful heat welling up within their loins, the feeling all too unique to the newly grown crimson, of which was having a hard time resisting the flooding of testosterone throughout his being. Growling out in his own feral tune, he stomped his forepaws against the earth, crushing several makeshift tents beneath his paws as he looked over at the platinum, now on even sizes with him and made a playful lunge back at him, knocking chest to chest to him, sending the pair crashing back hard against the shattered remains of another tower, sending it toppling over in a brilliant explosion of dust as the pair landed on it, the dragon's on their sides for the time being pressing up against one another. Feral instincts already began to surface between them, tails lashing out over the area as they scrambled to get up, bowling down trees, blasting the trunks into splinters and breaking away several more camping circles with their fire pits, sending showers of embers flying all over the foliage of the later fall. The other drakes that weren't holding prisoners kept the fires under wraps as the trees were quickly put out, not to start another forest fire like last time. Scrambling to get up, Dragonfire managed to get on his paws first, already feeling the burning need rising between his legs, his own hefty shaft standing out tall and proud from his sheath as he growled out sharply, trying to pin the other dragon down beneath his tonnage. He wasn't about to have any of that, at least for the moment, and with a roll over onto his own paws, the hulking hide of the platinum dragon slammed through another set of tents, that managed to avoid being crushed under their bodies for the moment, just to get away for a few seconds to gain more ground. Thankfully, all of the inhabitants of the camp were secured away, the dragons flying off to take the prisoners back to fill the jail cells with them before returning to their duty back on the walls. Only a few stayed behind the make sure the pair didn't destroy TOO much while they had their fun. "You know...Rrrngh, I had planned this out from the beginning...Your reputation as a strong, massive beast is following you rather well...I've heard a few tales of your...'exploits', and I must say, I'm rather intrigued in seeing just what you are capable of. Let's see you let your wild side out, Dragonfire! Show me what you can do!" The platinum bellowed out and positioned himself between the last standing tower and the crimson dragon himself, bracing for the impact he knew was coming. Dragonfire couldn't take it anymore, he needed release, it was building up so stoutly in his loins, he couldn't contain it all. Even his balls ached from the pent up load within them, and under that command, why would he hold back? Charging straight at him, he threw all of his weight forth, tearing his claws deep into the earth and with the platinum accepting his charge with a rearing back, they clashed, head on with one another, sending the dragon's back slamming straight through the tower, crushing it under his sheer bulk into a powdered dust beneath his back. The pair could easily feel the strength of the other, paws gripping around the strong hide of the other's frame, clawing against the scales, doing no harm to either of them, and within the strong, but playful nips, the crimson was already drawing his hips back, nudging his cock down further along the platinum's own frame, lining himself up with that tightened hole of his. The beast laid himself back, soon submitting, letting the crimson have his way with his frame, his tail even curling around to grasp around Dragonfire's weighty testicles to give them an experimental tugging, snorting out a puff of steam from his nostrils as he heard the low snarls ringing from his lips. Dragonfire's eyes burned with the intensity of the sun, his thoughts all but escaping his mind for the time as he drew back, and with no more than a moment between his cockhead touching the dragon's tight ring, and that thrust inwards to grind his shaft against those heavy balls nearly overshadowing his tight pucker, their roars rung out true into the fading sunlight of the afternoon sky, every muscle on their frames tightening as they savored in the pleasure of driving against one another, the vice like grasp of the dragon's insides clinging tightly to that thick draconic cock burrowing firmly within his rump. Each thrust drove him harder against the ground, crushing the soil down to a compacted hardness, amid the ruins of that busted tower he landed against. Wings splayed out to the sides, Dragonfire's forepaws rest against the earth on either side of Achak's frame, rutting himself in fiercely, grinding the heavily corded underside of his against those twin prides of his, precum slickening their scales already, their musks quite tangible in the air as it were. Claws gripped firmly around the crimson's forelegs as he held on tight, the dragon laying back, taking the new recruit to the hilt soon enough, driving on with his hindlegs hooked around the fellow feral's sides, urging him on, encouraging him to let loose. Dragonfire's mind was aflame with the strength he now possessed, even if it was temporary, and with his balls gliding fiercely against the tenderer underside of the platinum's tail, soon hilting himself inside of his captain's muscled insides to which he clamped down so fiercely, he thought he was going to blow right there. Nipping sharply against the corded neck of the dragon, he hunkered down low, driving himself on with rapid, jackhammering thrusts, drawing thicker snarls from each dragon as the platinum's knots were already starting to flare up, further increasing the heat between us both as the entire area was saturated with their raw masculine musk as it were, the rest of the dragons having a hard time keeping their own excitement under control. But with a sharp snarl and nip back against your flank, the dragon's climax was rapidly running higher and higher, and with the thickening of that girthy pride within the platinum's rear, he knew it was coming. Those last powerful pulses and surges throughout his cock seemed to slow time itself, his jaws clamping down further around the dragon's neck beneath him as he finally loosed his muffled roar straight into his throat, clamping down sharply and unloading that pent up aggression all at once. The floodgates opened, and with that molten load flooding through his shaft, expanding out that heavy cumbelly of his pride, he added that last little stretching to the platinum's body, sending him over the edge as well. Unhindered, his voice shook the trees, his tail tightening further around those great balls of the crimson to fully milk them of their pent up seed, letting it all flow out inside of him, and over his tail, since there wasn't enough room to hold it all. Claws dug in fiercely just as the fangs did as he rocketed through his climax, pumping untold gallons worth of his seed all over between us, even pooling on his wings as he tensed up, firing load after load of cum between us, spreading hotly all over our scaled bodies. Within the blissful afterglow of the fading sun, the dragon's laid tightly against one another, not at all daring to move with the other still rammed to the hilt. Strong paws softly began to caress over Dragonfire's back and neck, stroking soothingly along his frame as the night air was starting to cool down the area, his voice thick and heavy as he soothingly whispered out into his ear. "Rrngh, welcome...to Dragonsreach, Dragonfire. I'm sure you are going to fit in just fine around here..." the platinum growled out, grinning as he winked back to you, and settled back, horns sinking into the earth. The pair nestled in against one another until the next morning, sleeping off that orgasmic bliss locked together, soundly resting within the other's grasp, wings even held around the other.

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Title: Brothel: Chapter 2 by Namyrolis Tags: Brothel, Character Development, Clients, Customers, Fennec, Fox, Plot Development, Sex, Slavery, Story Progression, Story Series, Various Species, Violence, Violence (Not In Yiff), Whore, fennec fox Chapt 2 As I swept the floor and cleaned off the tables I kept my eye and ears focused on the wolf dog in the very colorful uniform. He seemed happy enough and enjoying the company of his boat mates, but I did notice some strange things as I was mixing a drink for someone. The way he was sitting was much more proper and poised than his mates, his drink was barely touched despite being of the highest quality rum, and he wasn't fooling around with his mates as much as they were with each other. Something was definitely off but I did not have to time check it out further as the mistress was watching us from the corner making sure we were all working. She knew and understood that I was doing all I could to earn my keep, but it wasn't me she was keeping an eye on. She was looking past me out of the window at the ships coming and going from the port. What she was thinking I could not know for sure, but I knew it wasn't bad due to the genuine smile on her muzzle. Turning around to head back to her office, I took a moment to sit down on a bar stool to let my paws rest. Sure what I was doing was easy, much easier than being a whore for a client, but I honestly was not used to standing and walking around this much. That and the 3 hours of boredom just made me want to fucking start throwing bottle and chairs just to cause a riot. One would think I should be grateful for not having to whore myself out for once in my life, but when you grow up with it being your only job, it is really all you know how to do. That however was not the only thing getting to me. I am now 32, which added up to 13 years of my life gone and wasted paying of my parents damned dept while they were free to do as they wish. 13 years of not living my own life, doing what I wanted... having true love or a permanent mate. The most I had to a "real mate" were regulars that came in at least once a week, but I knew they were still using me. It is what I am for, to be used like a dishrag and then tossed aside. A loud bang from them wolf dog's table caught my attention and I flicked my ears the listen in without looking. I distinctively heard the wolf dog's growling voice as he spoke that posh language of theirs, but I wasn't interested in translating it so I just stood up seeing more tables being left to clean. "Alki, are you listening to what they are saying?" Aino asked from behind me, putting a paw on my shoulder to turn me around. "No, but the dog in the uniform sounds angry. I figured why bother translating..." "Well maybe you should listen" Aino interrupted me with a look of seriousness on her face I had never seen before. I flicked my ears back in the wolf dog's direction and listened in translating what they were saying "It's not of your [Malsic Damn] business what I [Walik want Doko todo] here!" "All we are saying is that you have been so [Malsic] stiff that you have not even touched your [alchosh] yet." Putting a paw to my head I looked over at Aino who was tilting her head back and forth. "They are speaking to fast, it's hard to translate everything and it doesn't help the fact the deck servants are a little drunk." "You are probably having a better time than I am, your ears are better than mine. It all sounds like gibberish to me with how fast they are talking. All I can make out of the basics. It was Fauna who told me to make you listen." "Hmm and all this time you made it sound like it was you're idea." "It's what I do." Aino turned her head towards me grinning. "You and everyone else should know that by now. Seriously though go to Fauna and ask her what they are saying, she has been here the longest so the language is almost native to her." "Alright, I'll go now. It must be really important if I need to know what in the world they are saying, or have said." "Yea that'll be a good thing to do; I'll try to go calm them down." Aino waved and walked over to the group with a noticeable sway in her walk. She leaned over the table with both paws in the middle with chest stuck out to make her rack stick out as much as possible. It was always a sure fire way to end a rabble, even if it was degrading. I suppose it is better than having a full out fight, in which case thing are sure to get broken and other lives put in danger. Walking over to Fauna who had her ears perked straight at the table, I noticed that all the patrons at the bar were also listening in. She had a half mixed drink in paw and some heavy cream sitting on the bar table, from which I could guess was for the feline sitting in front of her. "Hey Fauna Aino said..." "shh I'm listening and can't do both" She interrupted me holding a paw in front of my face. Whatever was happening at that table must have been interesting because the parts I could translate were intense, so everyone who was a master at the language must have been getting one hell of a show. I turned around and saw nearly everyone looking at the wolf dog's group, either they were listening intently, or whispering to someone else the translations. I noticed that the group were ignoring Aino to the fullest extent even when she promised them all half off if they would calm down. The wolf dog suddenly got up giving some sort of hand signal to his deck hands and left. The deck hands themselves finally looked around the house noticing that everyone was staring at them, however they didn't get up or seem to care figuring that most of us hadn't made out the exact conversation that just happened. "That was, a very weird and hard conversation to follow" Fauna finally said putting down the drink she suddenly remembered she was making. "The basis of it was that the Admiral, the one in the colorful clothing, never wants to come into a brothel and that when he finally does he is always so uptight and doesn't want anything to do with the ladies. He won't drink any of the alcohol that is given to him, he will ignore any services including free ones, and always sits with his back to the wall so no one can come up behind him." "Well that would make sense, after all you did say he asked for me right?" "He asked about you not for you. His mates were really trying to ask him if he wasn't interested in females while not being vulgar." "So you think he is hiding the secret that he likes the company males?" "Most likely hun. Remember he did come in here yesterday, but he was in civilian clothes and not in uniform. He was most likely trying to get away from his mates and disguise himself." "What was the last thing he said, it was all too gruff and fast paced for me to make out. The sentence before he got up and left" "He said he was going to the lake further up in the island. I'm assuming it would be the one we catch our fish from. Speaking of which we are almost out and the hunter hasn't shown up yet." "Hmm nothing but strange today. Best tell the mistress that the hunter hasn't shown up. I'll will go... Huh?" I turned my head around feeling a paw squeezing my ass. "You up for a rump foxy? I'll promise it will be something you will remember" said a smiling typically color raccoon that as usual smelt of iron and gun powder. Their body was better suited for lifting heavy objects such as crates of gun powder, water, ammo, and the such better than most species who traveled on boats so they always smelt like whatever they had been moving that day. However I knew I didn't have a choice in taking this client as the mistress would kill me if I turned down my first opportunity in almost 6 days. "Oh my, your very... lets go to my room. " I said realizing that the raccoon was my than just a little tipsy when he put most of his weight on me. I practically walked him to my room where he promptly let go of me and collapsed on the floor. "Fantastic... The one time to earn some corn and it's from a too drunk to stay awake coon. Well best not to lose the opportunity." I duck around in his pants until I found the coin he was carrying and pulled it all out. In total it was 25 gold coins, 5 silvers and 7 coppers, which was a good bit of coin for a deck hand to be carrying around. I took 5 gold coins, putting the rest back and dragged him out into the hallway. I wasn't above stealing so I didn't have a problem doing it, but I certainly wasn't going to make him broke. "Making money I see..." A gruff voice from behind me said. "Not really madam, he passed out onto the floor as soon as we entered my room. However I did get this." I replied handing the 5 gold coins to her. "As far as I am concerned he passed out during the service. I'm getting paid one way or another." "Hmm I don't have a problem with that. Was he really that drunk?" "Yea he asked me if I was up for a rump, I practically dragged him to my room, and as soon as I closed the door he passed out straight onto the floor with no grace what so ever. I didn't take all of his money, but I did take over 2 times my rate for a moderate service." "Hmm, well good job. Leave him here, I'll contact his mates." "Yes Madam." I let go of his arms and gently set him on the floor where he started mumbling gibberish that had no particular meaning. I couldn't help but giggle a little though even though this was a somewhat common occurrence, more so with the ladies then me. Most of my clients are completely sober when they bought my services. "I have an errand I need you to run Alki. I need you to take this note to my mother in the council chambers." "Your mother? Doesn't she hate servants entering the chamber?" "Yes but I have no time to take it myself. It is about the purchase of property so she will be more interested in it rather than you once she takes it." "Property?" I tilted my head to the side wondering why she was telling me this. Servants usually were not informed of such things and I began naturally curious. "What kind of property if madam does not mind me asking?" "A rare beauty for use in the house. Now go, I need my mother reply by dusk." With that she walked back to her office with a paw on her lower back with tail flicking slowly side to side. She was obviously troubled by something but I knew it was not my place to ask. Before I went to the council chambers I needed to dress a little more appropriately. I undressed myself and searched my dresser for my brown cotton pants and my tan shirt. I set them on top of the dresser and combed my fur out again before putting them on. I then removed my earrings and nose piercing to remove traces that I was a whore servant as well to make myself look a bit more presentable. I stepped into the backyard to see where the sun was, finding that it was already slightly past midday. I stretched my shoulders and back feeling my bones crack and move into a position that always felt better than before. I stepped back inside, grabbed the letter and made my way out of the front entrance. Everyone was occupied with the guests inside so I didn't bother telling anyone where I was going, and there was really no need since the mistress already knew where I would be. The small city was actually beautiful when you looked at it during the day. All the roads were in good shape, the buildings clean with clear windows, no trash on the walkways or plants, and everything had a reflective gold color as the sun shone on it. It was very rarely that I ever got to experience it during the day, and each time it almost made me forget how bad this place was actually was. It almost made me forget that I was a slave, as well as most of the workers in the city. It almost made me forget the betrayal I have experienced and how much pain and hatred I had built inside. It almost made me believe, that my life was perfectly ok and that I could be happy. However I knew the illusion was skin deep and that these building and businesses all had slaves that were taken here against their will, sold, tricked, and so on and were trapped for most if not all of their life. From where I was I could see the council building, which was a grand single story building that sat at the highest point of the land just outside of the city directly opposite of the docks. No one knew exactly how big it was since no one had ever seen how far the back of the building goes into the middle of the island, but I really didn't matter. The furthest any servant or slave had gotten is into the council meeting chamber, which was situated are the very front of the building and was a large circular room that was slightly smaller in area than the whole brothel. I continued making my way down the streets when out of the corner of my eye I saw the wolf dog come out of a shop holding his sword up to sun examining it. I could only assume that the shop was a forge or blacksmith but I had no way of knowing for sure since the only stores I was allowed to enter were ones that carried clothing or food. Any servant or slave entering a weapons and armor shop without the escort of their master was strictly forbidden. I thought about secretly following the wolf dog for a few seconds before I thought about what the mistress would do to me if I didn't deliver the note on time and get her mother's reply before the day's end. "Damn it." I whispered to myself before breaking into a fast walk towards the council building. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ I arrived at the council building and was immediately halted by the guards at the gate. They were dressed in red, full body armor that was made out of something called nickel and that it could stop the full force of a sword strike and even bullets from weaker guns. "State your purpose servant" that said with their guns pointed right at me. They could always tell you were a servant due to the band we wore on our wrist that was welded tight on our arm when we were taken. We were never allowed to cover it up or we could be executed if we were caught doing so. "I'm here to see Madam Isis on behalf of her daughter Mistress Eir for reason of this said note" I explained myself very directly while showing them the note. The guards examined the signature closely before handing it back to me and allowing me to pass. "You may pass servant as this letter and its priority allows you. Do not act unlawfully or we will be forced to take action. The Commander inside will escort you to Madam (Blank) when you present the note to him." I looked back at the two bulky lion guards and bowed slightly showing courtesy and thanks, though they probably knew as much as I did that is was not sincere. Regardless they bowed in return, which was common courtesy whether you were a servant or not, and returned to their position talking amongst themselves. I opened the grand door to the council building and was immediately presented with more guards. These, although not stopping me or asking what I was doing here, still watched me closely without directly staring. It didn't bother me in the least knowing that if they were going to take some sort of action, they would have by now. I walked over to the Commander, knowing who he was from previous encounters, and presented him with the note. He waved it away knowing my business here was valid, and took me to Madam (Blank). It was not a very long walk to her office, just down a hallway on the east end of the building and first door on the right. "How long have you been a Commander, if you do not mind me asking?" Bowing my head graciously as I asked. "23 years. How long have you been a servant?" I was taken back for a moment due to the fact he even asked me a question, let alone one about a servants personal history. "13 years Commander, sir." I replied back with no hesitation. "Only that long, you should have your dept paid off in another 10 years being a whore, even for a boy." "Yes, that is what Mistress Eir thinks as well, but at the moment she is unhappy with me. The Britari men don't let boys serve them, so I am having to clean and mix drinks. The regulars won't come in with the house filled with so many of the fleet, so I am not making any coin." "Hmm, True. Don't let it get you down though, I heard that the Britari fleet are going to be moving out soon, their help is needed back in their own land. I don't know when they are suppose to be deporting, but it won't be long. They are already moving their gear, ammo, food as well as supplies onto their ships." This was both good news and bad news to me. I would go back to making coin, but at the same time I would be selling my body and soul out to the highest bidder to use my as their personal sex object. We arrived at Madam's Isis's office and the Commander knocked on the door. She responded from behind it giving us permission to enter. We walked in and the Commander closed the door behind us. She took a glance at me and leaned back into her oversized and cushioned chair, placing her paws into her lap. "I assume you have a note from my daughter? Let me have it" she said gruffly as if annoyed, but not angry. I handed her the note and she promptly opened it, reading the contents in all of a few seconds. She crumpled it up and tossed on the floor in front of me and gave me a death stare, one that made even the Commander shift a little. She stood up and walked in front her deck still looking at me as if ready to strike. "You tell my daughter that her purchase was foolish, yet I will allow it. Maybe another boy will do some good in the run down brothel, though maybe running water and a more reliable hunter should have been first on the list. Now be gone, both of you. I have more important matter to attent to. Oh and tell Eir that I love her." I quickly bowed and allowed the commander the escort me all the way out of the building. The whole time however, I was wondering why she had purchased another boy. I was already not making much coin, so why waste resources on another one?

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Title: Visiting an old Friend by Kazufox Tags: Dinosaur, Dog, Drama, Falcon, Fox, Lynx, No-Yiff, Sci-Fi, Toad, Vixen Visiting an old Friend [This was a story I made a while back, I'm posting all my stories all over if I can. Read and enjoy.] It had been three days after the Aparoids had been wiped out from existence and the Lylat System had once again returned to a time of peace. However, the destruction has been dealt and now the damages are being repaired. Without the use of their mother ship, the Starfox team flies out into space in their Arwings traveling to each location the parasitic creatures attacked to help in the rebuilding of the Lylat system. They had just finished taking care helping with the most damaged parts of Corneria. "That was some adventure huh guys?" Falco asked. "Yeah, it was a close one." Slippy agreed. "I'm just glad that's over with." Added Krystal. "Same here." Fox said, "Okay team, here's how we're going to split up. Falco, you and Slippy head over to Katina. Krystal and I will head over to Sauria." "No problem." Falco said not really to excited to be stuck working with the toad. The falcon was thinking to himself the real reason why Fox wants to work with Krystal and snickered to himself. "Come on Slip, let's get moving." "Okay. See you two later!" Slippy said cheerfully as the two Arwings went off towards Katina. The other two ships flew off heading to their destinations as well. "How do you think Tricky and the others are doing?" Krystal asked. "Hopefully a lot better now that the Aparoids are gone." --- Fox and Krystal arrive at the war torn Sauria. They can already tell that there had been a lot of damage done to the once beautiful planet, even in areas they weren't fighting to Aparoids in. As the two jumped out from their fighters, their Earthwalker friend Tricky greeted them joyously. "Fox! Krystal! You're back!" Tricky happily exclaimed, "So you guys beat those bugs?" "Yeah, they won't be bothering anyone anymore." Fox answered. "How is everyone since the attack?" Krystal asked. "Thanks to you guys, only a few of us are gone. But things would've been a lot worse if you didn't show up." Tricky said. "I'm just glad we could help out." Fox said looking around at the once beautiful land now covered in battle scars. The ruins had been blasted, many trees toppled over, fields of flowers trampled, and burn markings on the green grass everywhere. The vulpine could see all the other dinosaur tribes working together trying to help, even the Sharpclaws. "Looks like we have a lot to clean up here." "Mm-hm." Krystal nodded, "We better get started." --- Falco and Slippy had landed their ships down on Katina near the attacked areas, specifically, the desert outpost that was attacked. Several other ships from other Katinan bases were there as well with supplies to repair the damaged outpost. The two pilots stepped out of their ships and start walking towards the base. "Hey Falco, do you think Bill made it alright?" Slippy asked. "Who knows." Falco said walking with his wings behind his head, "I'm sure he's okay, the guy can handle himself." "Yeah, you're right." The amphibian nodded. The two continued walking through the main gates of the base. Inside the gates were a large group of canine soldiers and mechanics helping out cleaning up the damages and making repairs to the base that it so badly needed, including a new better security system. "I hope he's alright. But do you think the Aparoids might've attacked Aquas?" Slippy wondered. "Aquas? I doubt it." Falco shrugged, "You've been talking about Aquas a lot lately. What's there that's so important?" "Oh, it's nothing." Slippy blushed as he was actually thinking about his fiancée, Amanda. "Whatever, not like I care..." Falco's voice began to drift as he stopped and looked up over towards the crowd of soldiers. "Hey Falco, what's wrong with you?" Slippy asked. "Could it be them?" Falco asked to himself rubbing his beak pondering. "Yoo-hoo! Anybody home?" Slippy said hopping up waving his hands in front of Falco's face. "What's gotten into you?" "See for yourself." The blue avian pointed. Slippy was puzzled and turned to see who it was. At first he thought it was Katt the bird saw, but then Slippy noticed two female figures by some of the crates. Slippy's eyes went wide and a smile grew on his face because he knew who they were also. "Fay! Miyu!" The amphibian cried out. The two figures looked over towards Slippy and Falco. One was a lynx with tan fur with black spots with and an arrow-like design on her head and an earring in her left ear and the other was a white cocker spaniel with a large pink bow on her head. "Falco! Slippy!" The spaniel called back. Slippy jumped for joy and ran over to the two while Falco just walked on his own pace. "Wow, I can't believe it's you two!" Slippy exclaimed. "Yeah, I never expected to see you two here!" Fay said cheerfully. "Man, it's been a long time, so how have you guys been?" Falco asked. "We've been doing pretty good for ourselves." Miyu answered. "We have a lot to tell you guys." Fay said. "We have a lot to tell you also." Slippy said. "You'll have to tell us all about your new adventures!" "Yeah, but right now we should get back to work." Miyu said. --- Back on Sauria, Fox, Krystal and Tricky along with the help of the dinosaur residents worked till evening rebuilding and cleaning up the debris and other damages done. Fox tries to lift up a large piece of rock that was blown off from one of the ruins. He strained and struggled to pick it up but then a large yellow Sharpclaw came over and picked the rock up with one arm easily and carried it off. Fox then remembered that it wasn't too long ago that the Sharpclaw were his enemy. He then noticed Krystal smiling at him. He knew that she was watching him trying to lift that rock and his face started to turn red from embarrassment and turned away. Fox looks out at the land of Sauria seeing how fast things were being picked up with the help of all the tribes working together as several Cloudrunners flew off into the orange evening sky. Fox though was in deep thought about something else. "Fox. Hello? Fox, are you there?" Tricky said trying to get Fox's attention. "Huh? What is it?" Fox asked snapping out from his thoughts. "I said thanks again for helping us clean things up here." "No problem, Tricky. We'll always help out a friend in need." Fox assured. Fox then spots a familiar looking cave nearby, "Tricky, is the shop still around?" "You mean Shabunga? Yeah, that creepy shop keeper managed to keep those bugs out." "Really?" "Yeah, but he won't tell how without paying him first." "I see some things never change." Fox sighed, "He was lucky though." "He's not the only lucky guy around." Krystal smiled as she went up and leaned onto Fox holding his arm. "Well uh..." Fox started blushing. "So Fox, when's the wedding?" Tricky asked. "What!? There isn't, I mean not now or anytime soon, not too soon I mean, shouldn't you be working or something!?" "Aw, you still take the fun out of things." The triceratops said turned away, "Especially when it comes to Krystal." "Get out of here!" Fox yelled with his face red from both anger and embarrassment because he knew that Tricky was right. "You're right Fox, some things never change!" Tricky snickered as he trotted off. Krystal only gave a small giggle. Fox was still a little flustered turned and looked at the setting sunset. Krystal also turned and watched the orange and yellow sky standing next to Fox. "Something's bothering you." The blue fox said. "What do you mean?" Asked the other vulpine. "I know that something's been bothering you for a while now." "Am I really that obvious?" "Well, yes." "There has been a lot on my mind recently." "Care to tell me what it is?" Krystal asked. "Don't worry, it's nothing really." Fox lied. "It's about Peppy isn't it?" Krystal guessed. Fox looked up at her letting her know that she was right. "I'm just a little worried that's all." "You don't have to worry, Peppy is receiving great medical treatment and he's doing well." Krystal said, "But if it's really bothering you then you should go pay him a visit." "But what about you? We're still not finished here." "Don't worry, it's not much. I can finish things here myself." "I don't know. It doesn't seem right." The blue vixen places her hands on Fox's shoulder, "Fox, it's okay. You need to go see Peppy. It will help ease your mind." "I suppose you're right." Fox said looking back to find Tricky almost sad looking. "You're going away again, Fox?" Tricky asked. "I'm going to go see someone. Don't worry, I'll be right back." Fox promised. "Okay, I'll be waiting for you then." The Earthwalker said cheering up. Fox hurries over to his Arwing and jumps in. He powers up the engines and takes off. Krystal and Tricky watch from below as the Arwing disappears into the sky. --- "So you guys were the ones that beat the Aparoids." Miyu said while picking up a box of supplies from a Cornerian class carrier. She walked out carrying it towards the base like the other soldiers were. "That's not too surprising." "Trust me, it wasn't easy." Falco said taking another box walking behind Miyu, "Even Wolf had a hard time too." Miyu then almost stopped and twitched her ears in surprise, "You mean Wolf actually helped you guys out?" "It was more like, he gave us a hand. But we did most of the work though. And Wolf must've been really desperate to even save Fox when those bugs had him cornered and let him ride on the wing of his Wolfen!" "No way!" Miyu said is disbelief almost dropping her box, "That doesn't sound like the Wolf we knew and fought against." "I know, a lot of things changed." "Yeah, I can see." "Either that or maybe Wolf got some kind of concussion since you guys left that made him do that." Falco said. The lynx laughed, "I see you haven't changed yourself. How's the new girl? Krystal was it?" "That's her name. To be honest, she isn't really all that great of a pilot. But she's amazing when she's fighting on the ground." "Is that so?" "Yeah, Fox better watch himself around her." The falcon joked. "Those two are hitting it off, huh?" Miyu assumed. "Krystal is trying, but you know Fox." Falco sighed, "He's too afraid of commitment and just tell her how he really feels." "Sounds like someone else I know." Miyu muttered. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. So how's Katt doing?" "What!? That's none of your business!" The flustered avian yelled. He then noticed that some of the other soldiers were staring at him. Falco groans and lowers his head out of embarrassment. "Some things never change." Miyu smiled slowly shaking her head. --- Fox strolled through the Cornerian hospital with some flowers he picked up in a store along the way. He walked to the outside of Peppy's room and then thought that it was just three days ago since Peppy was placed in the hospital. Fox took a deep breath to calm himself then walked into the room finding the old hare sitting up in bed awake with a few wires attached to him. "Hey Peppy. How are you feeling?" Fox asked. "I feel great. I don't know why I'm still in the hospital." Peppy replied. "You need your rest to get your strength back." "I'm strong as an ox!" Peppy boasted raising his arms trying to flex, "I don't need any more rest." "Well, it's the doctors orders so you'll have to listen to him." "Humph! What do those doctors know anyways? They can't even tell how healthy I am. I'm probably healthier than half of the doctors working here!" "Okay Peppy, settle down." "I guess all I can do now is just sit here." Peppy sighed. "Cheer up Peppy, with that kind of attitude, the doctors will have you out of here in no time." Fox said putting the flowers into a vase with some water already inside, "I'm glad you're feeling better. Things aren't the same without you." "Don't worry about me Fox. I'll still be around for a long time to come. And I'll soon be out of this place in no time." "That's good to hear. I better head back. Krystal and Tricky are waiting for me." Fox said as he started walking towards the door. "Fox, there's something important I almost forgot to tell you." Peppy called out. Fox turned back to the hare, "One of the nurses wanted me to tell you that Pepper wants to see you." "Why does the general want to see me now?" "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's important." "Alright, I'll head over there now." "And Fox. Thanks for the flowers." "No problem. Get some rest okay, Peppy?" "I'll try." --- General Pepper lays in his bed still sickly from the infection he had from the Aparoids. Several medical machines were placed next to his bed and some were wired to the old hound. His body though was in a large life support system that did constant scans to check if his system is healthy. Pepper's room though, was highly secured and no visitors were allowed which made the general a bit lonely. He knew it was for his protection while being in a vulnerable state, but he would enjoy seeing a familiar friendly face now and then. He then heard a knock on the door. "Come in." Pepper said. He watched as Fox walked into the room, "Fox McCloud, how are you doing?" "I'm the one who should be asking." Fox chuckled. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back on my feet soon enough. This old hound still has some bite left in him." Pepper laughed then gave a few coughs and cleared his throat, "Fox, I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but there's someone else here you should see." "Someone else? Who?" "Phoenix..." "Fara?" Fox gasped as his eyes went wide in shock. "Yes, Fara is in this hospital too." "How? What happened!?" Fox demanded. "It was the Aparoids. I'm sorry Fox." --- Falco and Slippy continue working along with the two former Starfox members on Katina. They helped with the rebuilding of the base as Falco works on some welding, Miyu works on rewiring, while Fay and Slippy were bringing parts around the base to setup the new security system. The four continue chatting about how things have been going and the adventures they each had since the last time Fay and Miyu left. "What have you and Fay been doing all this time?" Falco asked. "Well, we try and help where needed, like here. And we also collect bounty from a lot of space pirates." Miyu answered. "You guys have been really busy." "Yeah, but the pay is all worth it. So how's everyone else?" "Fox is still Fox, still acting like a drama queen at times." "What about Peppy?" "Peppy, his age is really starting to get to him." "I'm not sure he would appreciate that." The lynx giggled, "How's ROB doing?" "That robot is doing alright." "I bet you and the others enjoy flying around in the Great Fox especially after all the upgrades." Falco then remembered that they don't have the Great Fox anymore, "I kinda miss that. I wonder what new improvements are you guys going to make on it next." "Yeah...Well, about that..." Falco slowly said as he turned towards the feline, "We...kinda lost it." "Lost it? How is that even possible!?" Miyu shouted. "When we attacked the Aparoid homeworld, we kinda crashed it into the barrier to get through." "Wow, you guys really did go all out." "Yeah, but fortunately for us, Pepper is having another Great Fox built for us." Falco explained, "But what about you and Fay? Weren't you guys attacked by the Aparoids?" "Yeah, we were, but we were able to fight them off. Boy, it wasn't easy so I can imagine how tough their homeworld defenses were. So where is everyone anyways?" "Fox decided to split us up, he and Krystal went to Sauria and I'm stuck here with toad boy." Falco said pointing back to Slippy. The amphibian tripped and dropped his box of supplies spilling the parts and tools. Fay giggled at the sight because she had asked Slippy a question about if he found himself a girlfriend on Aquas since he kept talking about it. Slippy quickly picked up the parts and put them in the box and walked on. "See what I mean?" Falco said. Miyu laughed, "You shouldn't be so hard on the guy. He tries his best you know." "Yeah, yeah I know." Falco sighed slightly annoyed. "You never told me where Peppy is. He's back on Corneria right?" "Yeah, he's in the hospital." "Is he alright?" Miyu asked concerned. "Hey, don't worry about Peppy. He's a tough old geezer. He just took a bump to the head." "How did that happen?" "He was the crazy fool who wrecked the Great Fox." Falco explained, "He was lucky to get out in one piece." Miyu gasped in surprise then asked, "Could you tell me which hospital he's in?" "Yeah, he's in the same one Pepper is in." "I know where that is." Miyu said but then lowered her head, "I guess that means you guys saw her too?" "Her? Who are you talking about?" "You mean you haven't seen Fara?" "Fara? What happened to her?" "It happened on Corneria when the Aparoids swarmed the place. She...she saved a lot of people. But she was almost lost when the Aparoids infected her body." At this news Falco's eyes opened wide in horror. "I knew Fay and I should've been there sooner. Maybe, she wouldn't be in a bad of shape she is now." "It wasn't your fault, those bugs were smart. They probably knew you two were on your way so they tried to stop you." "I guess you're right." Miyu sighed, "And those bugs did a good job slowing us down too." "At least Fara's still alive though." Falco said as he got up, "Slippy! Come on!" "Where are we going?" Slippy asked while still carrying some parts for the security system. "To Corneria." Falco said running off towards his Arwing, "We're going to visit Fara." "Fara? What's wrong with her?" "I'll explain on the way. Hurry up!" The avian shouted while heading towards the exit of the outpost. Slippy then put down the box of computer parts and hurried after Falco. The bird then turned and saw Fay and Miyu still behind at the base and stopped, "Well, aren't you two coming?" "No, we already visited her before we came here." Miyu answered. "And we'll visit Peppy once we're done here!" Fay added. "Alright, we'll see you guys later then." Falco said as he turned back. "Say 'hi' to everyone for us!" Fay yelled out as she waved to the two as they left. --- Fox rushed down the halls looking for Fara's room. He passed by guard after guard along the way since Pepper had ordered as much security to guard Fara as he could. Fox finally reached the outside of her room with two armed bullterrier guards standing outside. "McCloud sir, the general told us to be expecting you." One of the guards said. "Thanks." Fox nodded. The other guard opened the door and Fox hurried inside. After the door shut, Fox looked over at the bed and saw the vixen. Fara was lying in bed unconscious with and oxygen mask over her muzzle and machines all around and some strapped on several places on her body. Fox was shocked at the state she was in. Fox remembered what Pepper had said to him. "Tell me! What happened to her!?" Fox demanded Pepper. "It happened on Corneria. When the Aparoids attacked us, we lost many soldiers. But Fara...Fara helped to save the lives of innocent civilians as well as the lives of our own soldiers but at the cost of nearly losing her own." The old hound explained. "What?" Fox gasped. "She was infected by the Aparoids and the infection had spread all over her body. How she managed to keep from being controlled by them...I don't know." "Is...is she going to be okay?" Fox asked worriedly. "Now that the Aparoids are gone, she should be fine. However, she is in a coma and when she'll wake up. The doctors can't say for sure." Fox continued looking at Fara feeling so weak and helpless. He fell to his knees next to her bed and tears began to fall from his face onto the sheets. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I should've been there! Maybe if I was then..." Fox sobbed but then he remembered what had happened to Sauria and if he was on Corneria then the dinosaur planet would've been lost, "Damn those bugs!" Fox had soon stopped crying knowing that that's not how Fara would want to see him. He wiped his eyes on his sleeves and noticed a vase of flowers on a table nearby with a get-well card next to it. Fox wondered who else could have been there before him. He took the chair at the table and places it next to Fara's bed and sits down. "Sorry I didn't bring you any flowers. I wasn't expecting this. I mean, you here in the hospital. I'm pretty stupid, huh?" Fox said to Fara as if she could hear him. "Fara, I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you. Forgive me." Fox said holding Fara's right hand, "It's just...I was out trying to help another friend from those bugs. His name is Tricky. He helped me out some time ago when I was on Sauria when he was small. Now he's grown big. He's now bigger than me!" Fox chuckled a bit trying his best to cheer up since Fara was at least alive, "I should take you to see him one day, once you get better. I'm just glad we destroyed those bugs. Would you believe that Wolf himself saved me? I was surprised myself. But we did lose the Great Fox when Peppy crashed it into the planet. Peppy is okay though, in fact, he's got too much energy for his own good." Fox joked, "And ROB is doing alright too. He's out helping with the construction of the new Great Fox." The vulpine looks over to the life-support machine and saw that everything was normal. He looks back over and sees Fara's breathing is still slow but steady. "Things haven't really changed except for the fact that Krystal joined the team and Peppy is going into retirement." Fox said resting Fara's hand by her side but still had his right hand resting on it. He then wished he never said the part about Krystal, "I wish there was more I could do for you." Fox looked over at the flowers, "I guess I better get going. I'll bring you some flowers. It's the least I can do for you. I have to help finish picking up things on Sauria, but I promise I'll be back with a bouquet of flowers." Fox was silent as he sat there looking at the female vulpine's face waiting to see if she was awake or at least able to listen and hear what he had said. He took his hand and gently stroked Fara's cheek. "I better get going..." Fox said as he sniffled and rose up from his seat. He started for the door with his head down when the door opened and on the other side of it was Falco and Slippy. "What are all of you doing here?" Fox asked. "What do you think?" Falco questioned, "We heard that Fara was here." "Is she doing alright?" Slippy asked. "She's fine." Fox said. "That's a relief." "But it's going to be a while before she wakes up from her coma." Fox added. "How long do you think that is?" Falco asked. "The doctors aren't sure." "I hope it's not a long wait." Slippy said feeling down and depressed. "Yeah," Fox said looking back, "same here. We better let her get her rest." "I guess." Falco said taking a good look at Fara in her severe condition before heading back out the door. He shook his head wondering if they only knew sooner, and how they could team up again with Miyu and Fay and prevent all of this. "Good riddance to never having to see those bastard bugs again!" Falco cursed as he stormed off down the guarded hallway. "Fox, can we come back tomorrow?" Slippy asked, "Maybe she might be up." "Sure Slip, we'll definitely come back." Fox said. Slippy walked out of the room with tears in his eyes, saddened by the sight of seeing a friend in bad shape. Fox was starting to walk out too but then Krystal stood at the door. "Krystal, what are you doing here?" "Fox, I got here as soon as Slippy called me and told me about this." Krystal answered. The blue fur looked over at the female fox with unusually long ears lying in bed asleep. "Fox, who is she?" "She's someone I knew a long time ago." "This is where you have been?" Krystal asked. "Yeah, I was just visiting an old friend." Fox answered. "I'm sorry Fox." Krystal said, "I hope she gets better soon." "Yeah, me too." Krystal turned and began to walk out of the room. Fox followed but stood in the doorway and looked back. "Get well soon." Fox whispered as he turned back and started walking. However, little did Fox know that Fara had her head slightly turned towards the door. The female had her eyes slightly opened but then her vision soon became blurry when tears started to form in her eyes. Fara wasn't sad about the fact that she had nearly been killed and was in the shape she was in, but she had lost Fox once before and he was walking out her life for the second time and there was nothing she could do about it. The End

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 28 Tags: adventure, fantasy, epic fantasy, story progression, dungeons and dragons, half-elf, clean **Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty** **Chapter IV: The Empty Jail** Sarah stood in front of the makeshift jail behind Sheriff Cosnu's home, pondering how far she might be able to get without showing her pistol. She could have broken down the wheel inside and filed it down to some form of pick if she had time to do so- the ramrod was too expensive to risk damaging, but of course one had to ask what one's freedom was really worth. The young paladin with his hand on her shoulder gave her a gentle nudge forward as she and Keiter disembarked from the carriage. It was a stomach churning truism that one's perception of events could be horribly mangled by the concept of status. In some regards the idea of getting over on someone of higher status made monsters of the disenfranchised, on the other side of it one might be more inclined to bend a knee. So far Sarah hadn't found the paladin's penchant, but she was willing to bet on the later of the two. "Young man, I think you greatly overestimate the position in which you find yourself." Sarah shrugged off his second attempt to coddle her along and grabbed her coat. The long canvas draped to her ankles and concealed her pistol, along with a fair bit of gold should she need to run. That it was also weatherproof and lined with cotton made it perfectly acceptable for wearing on the trail, should it come to that. Just as the paladin was about to attempt another push, Tessarie emerged from the carriage and took her place at their side. "If she goes, I go." The young man stared at her blankly. What came out of his mouth made Sarah turn away to hide her smirk. "You've done nothing wrong, miss." It was so contrite, but endearing. Genuine idealism wasn't something Sarah had seen in some time. "You don't understand. She saved my life. . ." She eyes Keiter dubiously. "And his. . ." "It's a kobold-" "And you're a human." Keiter said sharply. "One of us has the blessing of their goddess. Speaks for itself, I think. Do you, *paladin*?" Sarah snapped her gaze at her friend, brow knitting in concern at the sudden outburst. When he met her gaze there was a flicker of righteous anger in those eyes, a kind of pride she had never felt in her own patron and a need to defend the honor of a higher being. Keiter huffed and looked away. "Too many died for us to act this way." With that said he flipped up the hood on his robe and turned away. "Get back here, creature-" the man started after him at the same time Sarah just happened to start walking forward. He tripped and dived into a roll, on his feet in a split second with combat reflexes; his gaze on her was anything but friendly. She smiled. "I'll deal with you in a minute." "No, I don't think you will." Sheriff Cosnu's lumbering form took up the doorway to the jail, he waddled towards the group. "Oi! Get back here, runt." Keiter stopped mid step and sighed a hiss. "Did he just. . ." The old man started. Sarah quickly shuffled the conversation to brighter topics. "I trust my paperwork is in order, dear? As it always has been?" She smiled as she outstretched her hand for it, noticing it was a bit lighter than when she'd given it- five gold well spent. "Capital. Now, if you'd be so kind as to direct us to the nearest inn, I believe my company and I have-" Caldion was staring between them in disbelief. She gave him a quick glance and fought back the urge to be smug. "Sheriff-" "Not so fast." "Hm?" Sarah looked to the overweight sheriff. "He trusted you, doesn't mean I have to. You keep your boots clean here or I'll put you in irons myself, '*Ambassador*'. "Think nothing of the sort! I cannot imagine why anyone would besmirch the wonderful visage of this. . . Homely hamlet, no dear, if anything I seek only to improve it-" "Just keep outta my way, if I have to listen to another father telling me about how is kid was deflowered before she was ready for marriage, I'm gonna find a shallow hole for you. Best behavior. Got it?" Sarah waved dismissively, she was beyond listening any more and she gave Caldion a look that showed her disapproval. He was mirroring her look for entirely different reasons. They eyed one another as the sheriff made his way back to his house. Caldion started to speak but Sarah cut him off. "That was very uncouth, young man." He scoffed. "Let me guess, you paid him off. You think all your problems can be solved with coin? Even race traitors know better than that." "She's not-" "Goading is the lowest form of discourse, and a woefully inadequate use of your otherwise soothing voice, my dear boy. No, think of me as someone who understands the value of my own resources and more than that, my friends." She leaned towards Tessarie. "Be a dear and keep an eye on Keiter, so he's not hurt?" The small elf looked at Sarah pleadingly, uneasy right from the start with the request. Finally she sighed and quietly trundled off, hugging her ill-fitting dress to her body. When she was gone, Sarah looked to the paladin and pouted her lips in mock thought. She was already planning their real escape, she already knew what palms would need greasing to get a reliable caravan ride somewhere safe. The only thing that needed to be figured out- and quite soon- was whom she would be taking. "Don't think I'm letting you out of my sight," Caldion said. Sarah blew her breath into her bangs. "I suppose it would not be the first time I've bathed with a man, come then! Let's-" "That's not what I meant and you know it." "Where's your sense of adventure, hm? Surely a strapping young man like you knows there are many uses for one's hands," She eased into his space just a little, making a show glancing at his hands and then slowly looking up over her glasses. "Especially ones so perfectly sized to a multitude of tasks." There was a split second where the young paladin actually seemed to be taken in; he eyed her, wanting to believe she was genuinely interested in him- not far from the truth, really- but then just like that he backed up and shook his head. His chestnut gaze tracked her with a subtle irritation like a sibling scolding the other. After several seconds of consideration he sighed. He had the look of wanting to say something but he didn't, instead he watched her for several more seconds into an uncomfortable silence. One he was all too ready to let linger on. Sarah turned without a word herself and started towards the mayor's house. It might not have been a bad idea to have someone mascaraing as a body guard. "If you intend to follow me, you can at least put on a consolatory air. Or do I do you a disservice in thinking that below you?" She gave him a smile she was too tired to really feel. He fell in beside her and at a slight distance. "Is that what you're going to do? Pretend you care enough to get in someone's pants and bribe your way out of here?" *'Points for acuity, young man.'* Sarah mused to herself as she adjusted her coat and righted her posture as best she could. Despite being a little dirty, she still looked fairly presentable in her minds' eye. Anything else could be faked, of course. "Don't be ridiculous. That would make me something of a monster, wouldn't it? The man and I had disagreements, surely, but I held great respect for him." The paladin scoffed. "Come now. . . If you're going to insist on acting childish, I will not waste either of our time troubling you with the duties of being an adult! The coach awaits you as do its horses-" "Which are stolen-" "From a noble who knows nothing of valuing the possessions he has." Of course his death was largely to blame for that but Sarah left that part out. She adopted a more serious tone. "He will be compensated in due time, I'm sure, but greater need and all that, hm?" "That's not how the law works. You're a liar and a thief-" "Young man-" "Paladin." Sarah's right eye twitched. She used a firmer tone instead. "Caldion." The larger man spared her an expectant look. She was too tired for this, but giving in to her baser desire to just throw a tantrum and curl up into a ball under a mountain of blankets was not going to do her long term survival any good. The world was full of scary places and things and this was just another. As was the company she kept, regrettably. At least the boy was keeping up with her, flexibility would get them both farther. Slowly she took a deep breath to center herself. "I am a great many things, but none of them include being heartless or so obstinate that I would not pay proper respects to a friend- further to that point, I would like to remind you that it's only because of us you weren't horribly butchered along *with* us. You may find this hard to believe, but I have very high standards for the people I associate myself with." She expected him to scoff or offer rebuttal, but instead he walked with her in silence until they reached the mayor's abode. A candle flickered in the second floor window and the door, so deeply set in the building one could fit three people side by side from the lip of the overhang to the door itself, was cracked open. A potentially dangerous eastern custom- Sarah frowned as she knocked on the frame. "Why is it open?" Caldion peeked in the crack as best he could without being nosy. Seemed she wasn't the only westerner. "They say it's so that traces of the soul can leave the house to join the rest." "Oh. . ." Another knock. Eventually a young woman opened the door, upon seeing Sarah she slammed it closed. Caldion didn't even miss a beat. "I bet that doesn't happen often." "The answer may surprise you." Sarah gave a knock. "Dear, I'm here to pay my respects! Nothing more! Your father was a good man, and-" "Get out of here! You brought this on us! You and your Nightshade!" Sarah pouted her lips. The paladin was eying her again as if he might decide to just beat her head in and call the matter done. "That's not at all true- A woeful superstition spread by those who've no idea what they're talking about. Gold is gold, not even high clerics can-" "Get out of here!" Sarah opened her mouth but Caldion was knocking on the door before she could get anything out. "I'm sorry to interrupt, miss, but may I speak?" There was a pause. "Who the hell are you?" "My name is Caldion. . . I would like to offer my consolation. Upon Alaecon's name, if there is anything I might do for you and yours, I offer it freely." It was a brave thing to invoke a god's name if one wasn't ready to face the consequences, even more so if the person doing so was trying to present themselves as something they weren't. If he wasn't a paladin, he'd surely have burst into flames or something. That confirmation was as relieving as it was disconcerting. Sarah heard the latch before the girl opened the door and peeked up at him. "Anything?" "Anything." "Then kill her. Before my brothers do." "Now see here-" "Shut up, Sarah." Caldion looked to the girl. "I don't think Alaecon would appreciate my taking a life without due cause. Perhaps you would tell me of her crimes? Maybe we can find a middle ground." The girl scoffed. "She's a dragon bringer! She brought the dragon's assassins here! Her and her Nightshade!" In seconds she was thrusting a playing card into his hands. "See?! It has his name on it!" Sarah peeked when the boy turned it over. Her heart dropped into her stomach the moment she saw the ace of diamonds with Baccus's name on it. Caldion spent more time than strictly necessary looking at the runes that spelled out the man's fate. *'Power belongs to the strong, Baccus'* Sarah turned away, covering her mouth and looking around at the shadows encroaching on the small hamlet. She was overcome with a strange urge to bite onto her palm to jostle herself awake. Surely this had to be a dream! No series of events was this damned convoluted and interconnected, was it? Was it possible that her would-be assassin was going around killing forms of civil leadership and nobility? Sorash was locked down because of the actions of the killer- and presumably others, including Sarah by extension- perhaps there was something to it. . . "I'll be at the inn. . ." Sarah muttered as she wandered off towards the carriage. They had a short lead on the would be killer, they could maximize that advantage if they knew what they had to look for- some semblance of the killers' motivation. Perhaps some plan could be devised by which she could do something. Sarah made her way back to the carriage and started rummaging through the main compartment. She produced her silver slab lighter and pressed the handle on the side into the receiver. A soft whirring sound vibrated the little slab in her palm, signaling it was ready. She touched her rolled up 'paperwork' to the circular hot plate and waited for it to ignite. Bathed in the soft glow, she searched through the carriage again and- much to her dismay- found a playing card laying beside a splotch of blood under one of the benches. Her hand trembled a little as she turned it over. She already knew what she would find, but some part of her had hoped against hope that it wouldn't be an ace of diamonds. But as expected, the blood red diamonds on the card glittered in the muted light leaving no question as to whom it belonged to. The message on this card was much more unusual. . . *'Beware the mind that thinks itself clever.'* Was it a warning or a taunt? Sarah tapped the card to her chin as she fought to steady her breath. From what she remembered of the assassin's actions against the noble who'd owned her new carriage, the man was under heavy guard and the assassin had attacked him anyway. . . She leaned against the inside wall of the carriage. But why? It wasn't just about skill- she was certainly up to the task in the end- but it was personal. She was proving a point. Sarah clenched her teeth as she looked at the card; it had the same flourishes, the same firm trenches for certain lines and softness for others. They were written by the same person. She thumped her skull against the carriage wall and sighed. "Well. . ." It had to have happened sooner or later. There were only so many places in the world to hide and even fewer that accepted gold as currency. She hadn't gone far enough east, she hadn't made the right deals for her survival and now the dragon's agent had caught up with her to collect what was his. It wasn't going to stop until she was dead, and if she was *really* fortunate, it would just be her life that was taken. She wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. Just the numb realization that nothing she did from this moment forward would save her. She was marked and like the others, she too would die. The last twenty years had been a waste of time, the bargains and cajoling and lies? For nothing. . . She was no safer now than that first night she she'd arrived back on the shores beneath her lighthouse. Sarah hugged her knees to her chest, rested her chin atop them and sighed. There was a certain romanticism to the entire idea, actually. A lowly mortal conned a dragon out of vast sums of coin and survived to tell the tale for decades. Yes, a damn fine tale to tell. . . It didn't bring back Ithric or Lostariel, but there was a legacy there. A legacy. . . Was this really how it was going to end? With her feeling sorry for herself? She looked at the card again, considering. Was this really how she wanted to die? Was this what her family would have wanted? Of course not. They would want to be alive and healthy. . . They didn't have that choice, though. Sarah did. But would- *could* she make it? She was Sarah-bloody-Kettar, gods dammit. An Engineer, last in a great line of elven blooded prodigies- Why the hell couldn't she? Damn the tears welling up at her eyes. She could do this. She *deserved* to live. No one heard her whisper the word, 'yes.' Before she flicked the card under the bench and got up. There was more than one way to get out of a noose, even if it was a dragon's claw. \# Sarah entered the caravan coaster shortly after midnight, pretending to be a new worker. She'd stolen someone's freshly washed blouse and wore her old one as a bandana to protect her hair and her coat tied around her waist like a heavy tunic. Admittedly not much of a disguise but it seemed to work. She was quickly ushered in by harried managers who were too busy complaining about schedules to ask why an elven blooded person would stoop to this kind of menial labor, they didn't even question her when she asked for the lowest duty in most coasters- that of shoveling the manure from the stables. They didn't question and no one seemed to pay her any attention as she strode between the tangled mess of sweaty humans and dirty animals who's combined shouting, bargaining and cursing from strained backs made it impossible to hear oneself think. To them Sarah was invisible. As it needed to be. She went looking through the stalls for a familiar marker belonging to a nondescript merchant company, eventually finding it in one of the last stalls. A tired looking horse chuffed at her when she peeked in, but she found who she was really there for. "My good man, have you change for a gold silvet? A mere one hundred feathers worth." An older man with a pot belly looked up from his book, his heavy brow and sloped forehead betrayed keenly intelligent eyes and a willful skepticism that made him seem more dangerous than a honed blade. Upon hearing the line, though, his skepticism turned to curiosity. "A hundred feathers isn't a silvet's value, but if you try McCraine's stall, he'll sort you out." "I see, and which stall would-" he pointed across the way. "My thanks, good man." "Mhm." Sarah turned. Stopped. Her heart caught. A chesty girl in travel pants and a plain blouse was talking to one of the stable hands with a white horse in tow. Felicia. The poor girl. . . .Her deep caramel skin was as flawless as the moment Sarah had first seen it and yet there was something different in her expression- as if she'd somehow grown up in the course of two days since she'd last seen her. More to the point, what the hell was she doing here? Gods only knew what Felicia would want; perhaps justice for filling out a bad mortgage, perhaps something more. Whatever the case, it didn't pay to be caught. Not so close to escaping. Sarah was too far to listen in on their conversation, but from what she could see, the girl was negotiating for a stall rental and feed for her horse. Thinking it better not to be seen, Sarah ducked out of sight. In so doing, she burned her only contact in the coaster- the man would surely think she was trying to hide from something that could endanger their smuggling operations- but she wouldn't be exposing herself to the girl. When the girl was gone, Sarah went to check the stall she'd been directed to only to find it empty. She'd definitely burned that bridge. It couldn't be helped, she promised herself. The last thing she needed was Felicia running around trying to have her arrested or something. Instead of lingering on it, she turned to leave, shedding her disguise and putting her coat on properly with the collar turned up. It was only one avenue. There were others. She'd written contingency plans for a reason, after all. As she slipped out of the coaster as anonymously as she'd entered, a creeping suspicion gnawed at the back of her mind; if Felicia had known where to find her, surely that meant someone had told her. None of her companions had known of her plans until the very end and single farm girls didn't just come out to Laleah to take in the sight. . . . Who the hell told her where to find Sarah?

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Title: Earning citizenship the hard way by Ki Tags: Punishment, Spanking, Vixen "Ohh my head" Ikaru slowly came to. "Wha am I?" He tried to speak but his words were short, and sounded odd. "Looks like the newest arival is awake" A tall nurse leans over and smiles to Ikaru. "Who are you?" Ikaru looked up only to see blur. "Aww, I think you're eyes are still reforming, your like a newborn cub aren't you?" The nurse spoke in candy sweet tones, her voice was melodic almost entrancing. "Cub, wha are you talkin about?" Ikaru tried to pronounce his words correctly but half of his mouth was asleep. "Ohh you're so cute, hard to beleive you were once a nasty smelly human" The nurse picked Ikaru up and cradled him in her arms. "Was.... what happened to me?" Ikaru began to whimper, scared by the word was, what did she mean by was a human? The nurse took Ikaru to the recovery room, to let his body re-adjust. "Now shh little one, it's going to be alright" The nurse rocked Ikaru as he whimpered, her warmth soothing him to stop. "You're wawm.." Ikaru accepted the lisp for the time being, the warm of the nurse lulling him into a peacefull mood. "Thank you sweety, I'm glad you like my fur" The nurse set Ikaru down on the table and gave his head a little kiss. "Fur.... you mean like a coat?" Ikaru smiled his lisp being gone. " Your very polite little one, I take much pride in my coat" The nurse sat at a computer typing some information down. "Hey, I can see" Ikaru openned his eyes but gasped at what he saw. "YOU'RE A FOX?" He fell over as he shouted in surprise. "Yes, I am is there a problem little kit?" The nurse smiles and enters her data. "Why are you calling me little, and kit... I'm Ikaru of the shinotoma district and I'm 35" Ikaru stated his name and home promptly to identify himself, his age was just to show he was by no means little. "That's what you were, little kit" The vixen nurse smiled and grabbed her compact. "Look for yourself cutey" She flipped the compact open revealing a mirror. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Ikaru fell off the table with a thump, as he landed on his butt. "I'M A FOX!!!!" He cried out in shock and pain, his tail under his butt only adding to the sting. "Aww sweety, you have to be more carefull" The nurse picked the crying Ikaru up and held him close petting him to sooth him. "What happened!" Ikaru sobbed out, he wasn't scared but for some reason he felt like crying. "Why am I crying?" Ikaru's tears slid down his muzzle. "Shh, no tears little one your supposed to cry it's what little cubs do" The nurse took pitty on the scared little fox and pressed his muzzle to her soft breast, the fur becoming damp, but still warm. "I can't stop" Ikaru sniffled out, burrying his face into the nurse's warm clevage. "Shhh, now now it will stop just calm down little one" The nurse gasped a little at the kit's forwardness, he was acting like a child would, with no re-education. "Mmmmffuma" Ikaru mutters out, his eyed drying. "There all better" The nurse pats his back and removes his head from her breast. "How am I going to survive by myself as a child?" Ikaru sniffed and looked to the nurse. "Well your not, your just a baby in our society and all babies need a mommy and daddy rght?" The nurse smiled still cradling Ikaru. "Yeah, but my parents have passed away, and they were human besides the point" Ikaru looked at the nurse and felt a warmth growing in his chest. "Well then I guess now is a good time to tell you, you're going to be assigned parents." The nurse sat Ikaru down and explained his situation. You'r name isn't Ikaru anymore, we need something more suited to a little kit like you...." The nurse sat and thought about it. "Niko I like that name, your new name is Niko" The nurse entered his age, name, and species into the computer. "Now we wait" The computer beeped and on the other side a small silicon sticker printed out. "What's that?" Niko pointed and blinks. The nurse smiled and peels the back off the sticker, placing it in her palm sticky side out. "Your registration sticker" She moved swiftly grabbing the young kit Niko and pulling his nude furry form over her lap as she sat in her chair. "Hey what are you doing?" Niko squeeked in surprise as she struggled to get free. "Hold still Niko I have put the sticker in you" The nurse held her paw against his back firmly seccuring him. "What in me... stickers go on" Niko was cut short by the sound of a resonating slap, the nurse's hand came onto his furry left rump cheek making it sting a little as he fels the adhesive stick the chip to him. "Owwwie" Niko squirmed and wriggled the sticker burning as it pushed into him. "Hold still Niko I have to get your id in" The nurse raised her hand again and with a swift swing it crashed against Niko's furry rump. "OWWWWWWWWW" Niko cried out his little legs kicking and tears flowing down his cheek. "One more Niko then we're done" The nurse raised her paw and then with a swift smack brought it upon Niko's rump now red and stingy. "Owwww owww No mo spank... Ow hurrrrrrt" Niko began to plead like a child, he begged for the swats to cease his tears dripping onto the nurse's skirt. "I'm sorry Niko but it's done, no more I promise" The nurse felt bad that her only way to get the chip in was with a few good smacks. "Mnnn I huuuuuuurts" Niko whined and rubbed his chip spot sniffling. "I'm sorry little Niko, I had to it's standard procedure" The nurse smiles and stood Niko up kneeling down and kissing his sore spot. "All better right sweet heart?" Niko blushed and nodded. "Now lets get you to your parents" The nurse held Niko's hand as they padded down the white hall to the reception room. This is the end, please don't be shy in rating and commenting and professor if you read this please tell me what you think I love kayla stories and I wanted to make my own.

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Title: Secret BB Infinity Webisode Short #1: Mother’s Day! by kitncub Tags: Adventure, Age Play, Babyfur, Diapers, M/F, Ocean, Oral, Panda, Raccoon, Red Panda, Story Series, regression, toy store, vacation **Secret BB Infinity Webisode Short #1: Mother's Day!** kitncub [[email protected]](%5C) Note: I just realized I never posted this on SoFurry. Sorry -- here it is! (Very late for Mother's Day.) **To date, the sole file retrieved with the mysterious header "BB Infinity Project." Our agents are working on what to make of it. There are rumors it has something to do with the [Pink and Blue Diaperfur Adventures.](http://www.sofurry.com/page/74095)** *This is a diaperfur short for readers 18 and over only; if you're under--do your homework! This is a stand-alone short. You may, however, recognize some familiar names and places. It may contain secret clues about secret events accessible to those who've set their decoder rings aright. But for the moment -- every diaperboy has special people in his life, and this is a salute to one class of them. It involves . . .* "Rian!" snapped the raccoon in the karate uniform and the black backpack as he came up behind his short, five-foot-five lupine friend, and laid hold of the cardboard sign in the wolf's paws. "I thought we agreed that I was the most appropriate fur to run this workshop, you little spotlight-hog. It does fall in *my* area of expertise." The little wolf in a sailor suit yipped in surprise as he released his grip and turned to look back at his taller friend. He assumed a look of feigned annoyance, given the lie, though by the fact that his tail had begun wagging. "I just thought," Rian whined, "that since *I'm* the leader, I should be the first one to introduce us for the first segment of . . ." "You can handle the next holiday," said Dex brusquely. The raccoon brushed by him and, taking the sign in one paw and setting it against the wall, walked over to the cardboard box with one side of it set up to look like a TV, tapping it with his foot, then tilting his muzzle to examine it critically. A small audience of diaperboys were sitting in front of the cardboard box in various states of undress, wearing diapers, training pants, and, in some cases, pull-ups. There were no chairs -- so anyone's comfort on the hard wood, treehouse floor entirely depended on how well padded his rear was. The raccoon shook his head and unslung the backpack on his back, letting it drop to the floor at his feet. He bent over the pack and unzipped it, producing the first of several small cardboard boxes. "I brought some wrapped flowers that I picked, some construction paper, some toilet paper rolls, and some very special truffles for each of you," Dex explained. "Now we're going to assemble them into unique and special gifts." "Pfft," snorted a short beaver in the front row dismissively. "You can just get a big box of chocolates or a big box of flowers at any mall and it would be better!" The raccoon whirled on his heels and glared at him silently. The beaver lowered his head between his knees and hugged them fearfully, conscious he must have said something wrong. "I think *some* of you need more basic instruction," the raccoon intoned sternly, "on how to treat a mommy. Take good notes on what you're about to see." "You have to make some allowances for Dex being dramatic sometimes," the wolf whispered to his audience, shrugging apologetically as the raccoon, now huffy, busied himself unpacking the rest of his gift kits. "He's straight." *And now . . .* The twenty-something raccoon stood stock still in front of the sliding glass door for a moment, his ears flicking whenever it whooshed open as parents, and their cubs, stepped on the rubber mat in front of it. Okay . . . he thought he had the idea here. And on average, the door stayed open for, how long? Ten, eleven, twelve seconds while the guests made their way through, before it slid shut behind them! He could do that, too! That was plenty of time to get inside this massive fortress. "Come on, Dexie," the petite panda next to him said, nudging him. "Don't you want to go inside?" Moving cautiously and deliberately, the coon raised one foot, and planted it on the rubber mat, then bit his lip and stared directly at the glass door. Whoosh! It slid open! He grabbed his partner's paw in one of his and, rushing forward, tugged her, stumbling after him, inside. "Deeex!" the panda Lin Lin snapped, "Easy!" But the raccoon stopped of his own accord and stood stock still as soon as they'd completed their dash through the door, his eyes slowly widening as he looked around. He was in fact, instantly overwhelmed. This was easily the biggest toy store he'd ever been in. There were so many cubs! There were so many toys! There were so many aisles! And platforms in the air promised levels above this one. Just on the first floor, the shelves reached up more than twelve feet, stacked with boxes upon boxes of the dolls, action figures, models, or playsets on display. The coon's ears and tail flicked as he observed stepladders rolling along the aisles on fixed tracks -- when cubs wanted items from up high, employees would reach down, take them by the paw, and boost them up the stepladders to grasp what they wanted in their own eager little paws. Dex fidgeted uncertainly. He didn't want to go on a ladder like that -- he would have had to leave mommy. A happy song was drifting on the air down from one of the upper levels; the raccoon couldn't make out or understand the words. Dex shifted his weight from one foot to the other uneasily and felt himself release into the bulky cloth diaper he was wearing under the yellow karate gi that mommy had dressed him in. The warmth around his crotch made him feel embarrassed, it made him feel terrified, it -- no! It made him feel like he belonged here. It made him feel like he belonged with mommy. It made him feel wonderful. He tightened his grip on the panda's paw. What if he got lost? The other day mommy had taken him on a walk in his harness, in a relatively secluded park. Why wasn't he in his harness here? He felt his knees quiver a little as he looked at the other cubs. A five-year-old squirrel jogged by the front of the aisle in front of them with his arms spread out like the wings of an airplane, saying something like "Vrooooooooooom!" as he ran. Dex frowned. That boy didn't need a harness and Dex was looking down at him. But somehow even though he was way taller than the squirrel Dex thought that he still might somehow be younger, and still need a harness. Like, that squirrel boy was probably potty-trained, whereas Dex's potty-training was totally a total mess. Since he'd been with mommy, he couldn't think of one single time he had ever managed to make it to the toilet in time, a minor miracle in and of itself, then manage to get his diaper down in time to pee into the toilet without getting pee everywhere, then flush the toilet, then get his diaper and his pants back on. Given how little time the incontinent raccoon had even when he realized beforehand he was going to release, accomplishing all that would have been the equivalent of running a triathlon. Usually at his very best the raccoon would arrive in the bathroom just as he released into his cubpants, or start spraying just as he tugged his diaper down, but before he'd had any chance to direct his aim. Then mommy would come in and pick him up under his arms and ask him to look down at what he did and ask why he tried to do that, and say wasn't it clear that the seat was always down on their toilets because she did not expect her boy to have to piddle in them, that their toilet was only for girls and for boys who were big enough to do #2 there, which Dex sometimes was. Sometimes these admonitions made Dex giggle, and sometimes they made him cry. Then mommy would pat Dex's head while he cleaned up his own mess with toilet paper and say that changing his diapers was never a chore. But he didn't believe her. It wasn't just his failure at potty-training that made Dex feel littler than all the littler cubs in this store, though. He couldn't understand what anyone was saying, or read any of the signs, or understand the words to any of the songs on the radio. The pitter-patter of little paws caused his ears to flick, and he saw a seven or eight-year-old golden retriever pup leaning forward on the balls of his heels and regarding the big raccoon suspiciously, wrinkling his nose. He said something in what sounded like a mocking tone, but it sounded like babble to Dex, who only blushed and stared down at his sandaled footpaws. Closer to his ears, mommy said something sharply to the cub. Without raising his head, Dex looked over at his panda out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't understand what she had said either. In a moment the retriever's own caretaker, an absent-minded male dog who was carrying a list in one paw and staring at it fixedly, grabbed the tyke's paw and ushered him onwards. The pup kept looking over his shoulder and saying something about Dex, but his caretaker seemed to be ignoring everything the little brat said while they shopped, just muttering generic reassurances and patting him on the head periodically. The raccoon tugged on his panda's paw again. He was becoming more conscious than ever of the maelstrom of cubs and grown-ups that surrounded them, but also more overawed by the mecca they'd entered. Its aisles stretched out of his sight to the right and to the left, every one filled with bright plastic, glittering lights, and untold treasures. Squeals of sheer joy echoed periodically from some of the more crowded aisles. Signs were everywhere, but Dex couldn't read any of them, because he was a baby. No, he didn't think he was old enough to run free like the other cubs he saw zipping around the store in front of him. He gripped mommy's paw tighter and whimpered. She nudged him forward, and he took one step forward, then stopped. What if he got lost? He'd have to go somewhere like a central office. There'd be an announcement: "Big baby raccoon separated from his panda caretaker." He couldn't subject mommy to that kind of embarrassment. What if it made furs think she was a bad mommy? He resolved not to let go of her paw. "Mama," the raccoon said quietly, "harness?" "It's okay, dear," said the panda, who understood Dex's baby talk and baby block-print writing just as well as she understood the befuddling characters on the signs and the exclamations of the smaller, but older, cubs. Dex could not for the life of him begin to write even a single letter like that. "Just hold on to my paw." Dex nodded determinedly and toddled ahead, one waddling step at a time, for mommy had made him wear extra layers even beyond his regular baby allowance for today's very long and very exciting trip. He held out one paw in front of himself and moved slowly so that he wouldn't lose mommy in the crowd. The crowd was thick here, like it was on the street outside. As always in a city crowd, furs didn't pay very much attention to each other except in rare instances. The raccoon wandered through an aisle full of mechanical dinosaurs, which he regarded with wide eyes, then of building block playsets, then of model robots, some of which were alive, and therefore quite possibly magical. One of them pointed a laser at mommy, and Dex yipped and spread his arms out, stepping in front of her -- much to the amusement of the few other cubs in the crowd who paid any attention. She immediately patted the raccoon's head and whispered into his ear soothingly, and he relaxed and gripped her hand again, his own free paw migrating toward his muzzle. It was the first time he let go of her paw during the toy store excursion. From aisle to aisle they wandered and with each new aisle Dex's heart beat faster and his eyes grew visibly wider. Spaceships! Action figures! Building blocks! Basketball hoops! Remote-controlled airplanes that the raccoon followed through the air with his nose until he was dizzy! Water guns and splash bombs! Bicycles and tricycles! Playset universes, each promising an entire imaginary world full of secret passages and clandestine storage spots and deadly booby traps for unsuspecting action figures! Life-size playsets, even! Castles that came up to Dex's waist! Giant bins, reaching almost up to the cathedral ceiling, filled with balls, some with balls the size of Dex or larger! Mommy let go of him and let him take one giant ball in both paws and throw it on the floor, and then watch it bounce up and down. It was the second time he let go of her paw during their trip. "You're such a strong boy," she said to Dex then, and the raccoon grinned broadly, a grin that remained irrepressible as he took mommy's paw again and toddled into the next aisle. The diapers under his karate uniform felt heavier, for at some point he must have wet again, maybe twice. In any case, he was only just now realizing it. It seemed like days later to Dex when they arrived at the exit. Dex remembered how the doors worked though! He waited for an opening in the crowd then he leapt onto the rubber mat, and giggled with gleeful satisfaction as the door slid open. He practically tumbled into the street, pulling mommy along behind him, and then bounced up and down on his heels. That had been so much fun! Now he was exhausted! The panda rested a paw on his head. Dex thought they would go to shop somewhere for things for mommy now, but she seemed a little concerned. "Sweetie," she whispered, crouching so he felt her warm breath on the back of his flicking ear, "didn't you see anything you wanted? Why didn't you ask for anything?" Dex's eyes grew even wider, and his tail flicked against the air. "I . . . can ask for fings?" he whispered back in wonderment, his voice quivering, in a stunned and breathless query, as though he had just been offered the keys to Fort Knox. Mommy promised him a treat today, and he thought this trip was his treat. Was there more? Truly, he had the best mommy anywhere! He didn't even know what to say, except that he felt himself releasing into the front of his diaper again, as usual aware of it only as it happened. "Of course you can," the panda said, scritching the top of his head a little. "You've been very good." Dex stared down at his footpaws, then looked up at her with a sheepish grin. "That's okay," he said. "Mommy should get things for mommy now. 'S more 'mportant." The panda grabbed him in an unexpected, giggle-inducing, bone-crushing squeeze, and snatched a catalogue from a dump of them outside the store. "We can come back," she said. Dex nodded obediently. Obviously, he'd done something that surprised mommy, because she seemed in a hurry to end their shopping trip. Usually it seemed like two eternities to Dex whenever he was dragged through a women's clothing and cosmetics store, but this time it only seemed like an eternity and a half, and mommy hardly bought anything. She didn't spray perfume on him to sniff and test it like she often did. She didn't even take him to the junior men's department, which was just as well, because Dex was a growing boy and most of those clothes didn't fit him. She was just paying at the cosmetics store when Dex, trailing along behind her, suddenly thought of something as he saw mommy putting her wallet away and the bags sitting on the checkout counter. He tugged at her paw and she looked over at him. "Lemme carry your bags please," the raccoon whispered shyly, slipping his paw from her grip in order to lay both his paws on their handles. He dropped the toy store catalog he had been carrying inside one of the bags. That was the third time he let go of mommy's paw during their shopping trip. Lin Lin opened her muzzle, closed it, and nodded silently. Dex took the bags and smiled at her as the two of them stepped out of line. "We can go back to the toy store now, sweetheart," the panda said. "Did you remember anything you wanted?" The toy store? Dex blinked. Some of those cubs were shovers and troublemakers, like the one who pointed at him. And the crowds were only getting worse by the time they left. It would be hard to make it through there with mommy's bags intact. He knew what would happen, she would take them herself and tell him to go look. But he didn't want mommy to carry her own bags. The serious raccoon silently shook his head. "There must be something," Lin Lin prodded, but her charge, instead of responding, leaned forward, bent down slightly, and kissed her lightly on the nose. "That does it," the panda said, a little abruptly. "We're going back to the hotel." Then she grabbed his wrist above one of the bags and yanked him out into the street. Mommy hailed a cab and, after an argument with the driver, paid in grown-up money. Dex only had play money; he couldn't use it to buy things here. He got into the backseat silently and the panda fussed with his seatbelt. He crossed his arms and looked sideways out the window, a little flustered. He could have done that himself! He didn't want to be a burden. But mommy kissed him on the forehead as the cab rolled into motion, and she began speaking in grown-up talk with the driver. She seemed to think he was going the wrong way. Dex just stared out the window. He blew a tiny bubble from the saliva in his muzzle, and watched it pop against the glass. He lit up and his tail flicked, coming down squarely on the panda's lap, when they turned on to a familiar street and he recognized their hotel. That building was home, for a week anyway! Mommy settled with the driver and rushed Dex inside, past the lobby, and into the elevator. Because he had been a very good raccoon, she let him press the button. They were back in their room before long and mommy went into the bathroom and organized her shopping purchases while Dex sat on the couch. Mommy gave him the toy catalog to look at but he didn't open it, just staring down at it in his lap blankly. He leaned backwards and stretched his feet in the air, looking up at his toes. Unfortunately, he accidentally turned on the TV with his foot, which frightened him when voices he couldn't understand came blaring out of it! He dropped the toy catalog and curled up into a ball. He was sleepy. He yawned. No, he couldn't fall asleep yet! The day wasn't over, and he had work to do! Besides, he would have that scary dream again. That one where he was wet and salty and soggy and there was spray everywhere and . . . And he was swimming in the ocean near an Australian bay, a howling wind whipping its foam up into his bleary eyes, making his way through the choppy waves, toward the blurry figure he could see flailing, growing ever clearer as he grew closer. The raccoon, taking a deep breath, threw the flotation ring he'd been clutching as hard as he could, keeping a loose grip around the rope attached to it, and it landed, with a splash, in the distance, closer to the blur he saw. "Red!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, desperately. "Hold on!" Then, he launched into a frantic crawl stroke, propelling himself in that direction, following the cord. "Dex you lunatic!" he heard shouting, and when he did he knew he was close enough to open his eyes. A red panda in a soaked Robin Hood outfit, feathered cap swept away in the storm, his fur matted, was holding on with one bloodied paw to the edge of a coral pillar that peaked just below the water. His other paw was thrashing against the ocean. "Dunny . . . dummy . . . dingo . . . dimwit . . ." he was sputtering at the raccoon, "Turn around! I'm caught in a rip current!" "What was the big idea," the raccoon shouted back angrily, treading water and thrashing about, following the rope, for the life preserver he'd thrown, "throwing the life preserver to me, when I was closer to shore?" The water heaved under them. Dex's stomach lurched, his vision went black as the wave crashed over him, then it withdrew and he suddenly found himself three feet closer to the more-drenched panda. "You were sinking!" the red panda shouted back. "I saw you sinking! How are you swimming now?" Even on the storm-tossed sea, the ruins of their small skiff, visible in the distance, Dex blushed involuntarily. "I . . . uh . . . shed a lot of weight," he answered, feeling a shiver run up his spine from under the base of his tail; after almost sinking, he had managed to get his safety pins undone and kick his cloth layers loose holding on to the flotation ring Red had thrown to him the second before a wave had lifted the red panda had slipped under the water and, flailing, vanished from sight. Dex splashed and thrashed, laying hold of the life preserver, and steering himself closer to his friend. "I tied the other end of the rope," he shouted, "to the rock that scraped our bottom out! Take my paw!" Foam whipped up between them, but Dex extended his scratched and bleeding paw through the wave blindly. "You're an idiot! Why didn't you climb on that rock or swim to shore? Get out of here!" the red panda shouted back, followed by an impressive enough brace of expletives to prove he was the sailor of the two. "It won't hold! I'll pull you under, you moron!" The sky crackled above them. Dex had a feeling something worse had happened somewhere, and this was a far-off aftershock. "It *will* hold!" the waterlogged raccoon insisted with a cry. "Take my paw! I'll pull you out of the undertow!" "Go away!" the red panda protested. "Captain goes down with the ship, Dex!" The water heaved again, blinding both of them for a moment. Then Dex's vision cleared and he found himself within striking distance of the panda. "Well who went," the raccoon snarled as he reached out and closed his grip around the red panda's free wrist, "and put you in charge?" Seeing no help for it, the red panda squeezed his eyes shut and, closing his grip around Dex's wrist, propelled himself with his footpaws, and a vigorous flicking of his tail, as hard as he could off his tenuous perch in Dex's direction. For a moment, Dex felt himself, and the life preserver, tilt and veer, tugged down and further from shore as the rope connecting the life preserver to a jagged, slipper rock outcropping was drawn taut and strained as though about to snap -- but only for a moment. Then, the two furs swung out of the rip current, back into the wrenching, but shorebound waves, staring at each other across the life preserver. They smiled at each other in a moment of stupefied relief. Then, "You," each of the obviously upset furs shouted at the other at the same time, "crazy bastard, I would have been fine!" "Undertow?" shouted the red panda. "Not even what undertow means, mate! Where do you think we are, a tourist beach? I'm insulted that you think I'd--" "No more of this going down with the ship business!" the distraught raccoon yelled over him without listening. "I'd rather lose a boat than you! Are we clear about that?" Dex was shivering and sucking on his thumb when he opened his eyes to the feel of mommy's paws scratching his scalp, and the smell of mommy's new perfume washed over him. He liked it. It smelled like bubble bath, well at least like the bubble bath that mommy used on him. That made him smile. "There there, baby," the panda said, as she lifted the tired raccoon's torso up and maneuvered herself on to the couch, so his head and shoulders were resting on her lap. "You're still so tired. You've had too much excitement lately, sweety. You scared me something awful, you know. I almost thought you . . . ." she sniffled, and cleared her throat. "Well, never mind. A little vacation was the least mommy could do for you." She nudged the toy catalog, which had fallen on to the floor, with her foot. "Just relax, sweetie. Just relax. Mommy will take care of everything, sweetheart. You just relax, little angel. Let mommy be in charge for a week. No fur knows you here. Let go. Be mommy's baby. Let me spoil you for a change. You've earned it. Now, did you pick out anything you wanted?" "Huuuuh?" Dex asked, as he yawned and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his paws. He had forgotten all about the toys for the moment. The panda felt a little disappointed as she looked down at the catalog on the floor. She never should have rushed him back here before he'd picked out anything. She just felt so squirmy and like she was about to start doing things to Dex she shouldn't do in public, even in a city where no fur knew either of them, and they would never stand out among hundreds of thousands of furs. The raccoon's head was in mommy's lap, and he felt the front of his soggy diaper growing warm -- not this time, with his pee -- it was growing warm and tight at the same time as he felt his panda's warm paws and warm breath and smelled her perfume. He had work to do. That's right! They'd talked about ground rules for this China trip, and Dex had set this one himself. He started sleepily nosing a soft spot of mommy's waist, under her belly button, and tugged at her sweatpants gingerly with one paw. He forced his cold, wet nose down a little lower -- then a little lower -- then a little lower -- until he felt the panda shiver, and then he shivered too, and, under his diaper, his shaft began to harden and feel thicker. About some things, Dex was adamant even as a baby. No disposable diapers. No meat in his food. And he didn't let himself climax if mommy hadn't, because Dex wanted to grow up to be a gentleman and gentlemen always let ladies cum first, and, besides, he felt a duty to improve the reputation of straight boys like him. The panda reached low to tug down her panties and give Dex easier access as he began licking her genital area. He had become awfully good at this type of service, even if he did go about his submissive responsibilities in such an overly serious way. The panda nudged the toy catalog that had fallen on the floor with her footpaw. She'd catch her little prince staring goggly-eyed at something in it eventually, and she'd buy it for him. Whatever he wanted. He should have been sitting on the floor awash in new toys playing his heart out tonight. That's what she'd planned on. He'd thrown her off balance by refusing to ask for anything, but she'd figure out what would make him happiest. She'd just force him to say, by command, or by tickling. No, he was too modest -- even tickled into it, he'd ask for the cheapest thing. He couldn't read Chinese numerals, of course, any more than he could read any of the characters on any of the signs here, but he'd pick something that looked cheap, and she wanted to give him the toys he'd be too embarrassed to ask for in his adult headspace, not one of them, four of them, no, five, or six, a whole suite of them. She didn't care, for him, how boyish they were. She closed her eyes and rested a paw loosely on Dex's head as she sunk back into the couch. She had hated boys for so long. But Dex was her boy. Her baby, her sweetheart, her lover, her fiancé -- and someday very soon, she hoped, her husband. Not that a wedding would mean an end to his baby play days. Dex was too good to grow up. She'd never allow it. Sometimes he got a little too serious or gloomy, it was true, but that's what discipline was for. A spoonful of castor oil was usually enough to turn a melancholy raccoon into a helpless-feeling cub, sobbing only sweetly and leaving himself entirely open to mommy's comfort. They had boys over sometimes, and if they could regress as sweetly and as perfectly as Dex, she saw no need to sissify them. Of course, that put a lot of pressure on the raccoon to try to train their age-playing visitors properly and show them the best examples of behavior -- knowing what might happen if he didn't. Yes, life was very hard for Dex, with all the responsibilities he felt to those around him, even when he was fully regressed. Lin Lin was plotting in the back of her mind as Dex's tongue slid along the rapidly moistening boundaries of her slit. She'd feed him ice cream and leave ice cream stickies on his paws so the pages and photos he liked best would have sticky marks on them. No, too unreliable. She'd put a nursery cam somewhere with a good view so she could see what he kept turning back to. She was in charge for the week, after all, she reminded herself as she felt the first wave of climax wash over, and she sunk back into the hotel sofa, wrapping her paws around Dex and hugging him close to her for dear life. She was in charge in this relationship and she wanted her little prince to have a perfect week and she always got her way. The adult baby raccoon, his tail flicking and his face glistening with a little of mommy's clear discharge, would now permit himself to bounce up and down humping his soggy diaper with full force against the couch, biting his tongue. He'd earned his sticky and that made him proud. "Oh, Dex, sweetie," Lin Lin whispered into his ear, "slow down, let mommy help you," not realizing that her command sounded a little more like a plea, and she reached for the bottle of lubricant she'd retrieved from the bathroom and set down on the coffee table. Dex leaned closer to her, pawing for the bottle, because he wanted to be helpful, and not leave her to lube herself. What kind of a gentleman would do that? "I wuv this twip and I wuv you. Wha'll we do," Dex queried as he fumbled for the bottle and his muzzle bumped into the back of her paw, "next, mommy?" "I don't know yet, angel. But whatever it is, I do know," she said, tussling his headfur, and surrendering the bottle of lubricant into the regressed coon's eager, if clumsy paws, "that it will be an adventure." *The End!(?)*

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Title: Highschool Secrets pt 2 by Frank Foxx Tags: Bad Language, Dragon, Fox, Gay Relationships, Husky, Kissing, M/M, Nudity, Oral, Secret Love The next morning it was Saturday and I woke up next to Brian. He looked so cute with eyes closed and that smile on his face. I slowly got up out of bed so I wouldn't wake him up. I yawned and rubbed the eye crust from my eye. I walked over to the window and looked out side to see his parents car in the drive way. "Oh shit." I said quietly I walked over to the bed(still but naked) and woke up Brian. It took a few shooks to wake him. Then he awoke rubbing his eyes. When he was done rubbing his eyes he bent over to lick my balls for no apparent reason. "Hey honey morning. What's wrong?" "Your parents are home already." "What! They are?" "Yea I thought you said they won't be home until noon today?" "I..I thought they were but maybe they left early." "How am I suppose to get home with out your parents suspecting something." "I..I don't Know.....wait I think I know." "How?" "I got a rope ladder in my closet you can use to get to the ground and to your car to get home." "Ah great idea I'll get dressed." "Yea you do that." Knock Knock was the sound at the door. "Hey pig brain is there someone in there with you?" It was his little sister. "Ah no there isn't I was just talking to myself." Then I heard foot steps then a door shut I was relieved that was really close. Brian had a phew face as well. I continued to put my clothes back on and Brian keep looking in his closet for the ladder. "Found it!" "Good now let me just...ooff...ouch...there got my pants." "Are you ok Nick?" "Yea just a little butt sore that's all." Brian threw the ladder out the window, the ladder was the perfect length from his window to the driveway on the left side of the house. "Hurry home ok. Call me once you get there." "Don't worry I'll call you once I get out of the shower cause I think I need one." "Only a little of course to me, even if you're covered in trash I still wouldn't mind." I went out the window onto the ladder, I said bye to Brian by kissing him on the nose, which he liked, I then slid down the ladder got to my car. I waved back to Brain which was leaning out the window still nude but he didn't lean out enough for anyone to see his shealth. I got in my car turned the key turned the radio on classic rock. Drove out from the back of the house trying not to make much noise. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Later at home I drove into my spot in front of the house and quietly walked in so my parents wouldn't wake up cause they are very cranky when they are woken. I tip toed up the stairs to the 2nd floor then the next set of stairs to my room. I opened my dresser and got out one of my many different colored clothes, I got out my orange shirt about the same color as my fur as long with my average jeans shoes and underwear. I went back down my stairs to get in the shower but first I got a lime green towel from the hallway dresser. Lifted it over my shoulder walked in the bathroom dropped my clothes and the towel on the rack we had from them. I took off my lothes that still smelled like the sex me and Brain had last night. I looked in one of the two mirrors we had(this one I looked in was the full body one) I checked myself all over just feeling myself prtending it was Brian doing that. I feel so happy around him. I turned the water on put it to the right tmperature and stepped in. I grabbed my full body shampoo and conditioner and started to rub it all over my body starting at my head fur. When I reached my shealth I started to murr a little. Then I looked down I was hard, so I started to rub my cock very softly as I began to moan until I heard a door slam shut and then a knock on the bathroom door came. "Hey Buddy are you almost done in there?" "Yea just a sec I still need to brush my teeth." I turned off the shower with a frown on my face cause I was gonna masturbate with the thought of my new boyfriend. I stepped out of the shower brush my teeth wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the bathroom. My dad just bushed by me and quickly slamed the door and shortly after I heard some farts so I just turned around with a "ewww" face on and went up to my room. I dropped my towel either though I had no door but stairs it wouldn't matter cause my father doesn't look up to my room ever unless he needs something which is rare. I grabbed my brush and fixed my head and body fur to my everyday look. Put my clothes on grabbed my cell to call Brian. "Hello Brian I finally got out of the shower but the whole time I was thinking about you and last night." "Oh you were? I was thinking you would forget to call." "C'mon now why would I forget to call my new boyfriend." "Really Im your boyfriend?" "Yea of course you are." "Nick don't forget to call Ryan about us ok." "I won't I promise but even when i do act as you normal did around him he's straight but just don't kiss me in front of him cause I've known him longer and he'll be unconvertable around it." "You got it." "Ok I'll talk to you on Monday ok." "Ok bye love. "Bye." For the rest of that weekend I just watched tv and play my madden 08 on my Xbox360. I didn't really want to tell Ryan over the phone so I decided to tell Brian Im gonna tell Ryan during gym while Brian will be at the his doctor's appointment. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The next monday at school while the three of us were in the first 4 classes of ours Brian keep giving me a hint to tell Ryan. But at lunch I told him that I'll tell him after lunch when he's at his appiontment. He was still disapionted in me for not calling him last weekend. Later after lunch during gym and Brian was at his appiontment. The teacher told us that we were running the mile today so that means I can talk to him while jogging along him. He looked so sexy in his blue t-shirt and black sports pants, I was wearing a red t-shirt and sports pants. We started to jog and after about half way through the first lap out of four I started to tell him a little bit at a time. "Uh Ryan do you hate gays?" "Hate gays? Don't you remember? I'm in the Gay Straight Alliance in this school." "Oh yea that's right you are." "Listen I have something I have to tell you....I'm gay." "Really man I thought you were straight I mean you had sex with a girl last year." "Yea back then the girl was cute but I didn'y find the boobs of the vagina very sexy much at all." "Well since you're gay I'll execpt for who you are." "Thanks Ryan." "No problem. Hey do you want to come over to my house after school my parents are away for 2 days?" "Yea. How's right after school?" "That's fine on one condition." "What's that?" "You let me ride in your car." "Ok, sure." After school I ran out to my car and got in. I waited for two minutes until Ryan came out. It was only about 77 degrees out side an average day in May around here. It took us a little longer to get home cause I got stuck behind some jack-ass mother fucker of a old man who drove at 12mph on a 30mph rode. But finally we got to his house, and it tokk us twice as long cause of that grandpa. I stepped into his house, it was only a biy bigger than an average middle class house. The living room was the biggest room in the house and all we did was watch tv. I cuddled up to Ryan he just looked down. "I'm sorry Ryan." "No go right ahead I don't mind at all I like having your soft head lean on my shoulder." As I did he put his arm around me and now I was leaning against his big strong chest. He wore a yellow t-shirt, white and black shoes, and dark blue jeans. He didn't have wings but I found that just even more sexy. Then before I knew it I was kissing Ryan I struggled only a little, just enough to break it. "Ryan I didn't know you were gay too." "Yea and I had a crush on you for two years now I just wanna be with you." "I had a crush on you too but.....whoa what are you doing?" "Undoing your pants I thought you wouldn't mind if we did each other?" "Accually do I'm not ready for anal sex with a bigger then me male." "Oh ok" he had a sad face so I just thought hey what would something oral hurt. "Hey Ryan can we suck each other off at the same time?" "You mean a 69?" "Yea. Do you mind?" "Not at all I've been waiting for this moment for years." Ryan had a raelly happy face like that he just won the lottery. I was still thinking that I was about to cheat on my new boyfriend. But as soon as he took off those pants of his I lost care cause he was so sexy I couldn't bare it. Beside how much could it hurt just to have oral sex? I just staired in aw at his nude sexy body. His chest, arms, legs, everything was just so musclely it was like stairing at a god. He slowly walked over to me and took my shirt off, I was still in the aw of his body but when he undid my zipper I snapped back to realality. I motioned him off me before he could pull down my briefs then I got down to his knee level and kissed him in a passionate lip lock. After the kiss I push him onto the couch, quickly pulled down my underpants and kissed him again. We spent three minutes of nude kissing on the couch in his living, luckily the blinds were down or I wouldn't of been able to do it with him. Ryan turned my body around so his cock would be in my face and mine in his. He started to suck me off first, his muzzle felt soooo good. The way his tounge just slide up and down my shaft as he bobbed his head. I looked at his cock it was so big I didn't I could fit the whole thing in my mouth, the oder coming from the cock wasn't a bad one it made me feel really aroused. I started then to suck him off, and I was right I couldn't fit the whole thing in my muzzle I could only fit a little bit more then half. We both sucked each other for which felt like an hour until when I started to as well play with his big dragon balls which I let go between my paw fingers. I felt him moan on my cock really loud, then his ball rose up and sortly after shot a huge loudof his hot dragon seed into my muzzle. As I was swallowing I shot into his muzzle as well but he swallowed my cum with ease. I chocked a lot on his, there was just plan to much for me to swallow. I tried to swallow it all. "Cough cough cough" "Hey hey my little foxy don't chock you self here, let me get the rest of that cum of of you." "Thanks \*cough\* man." "No problem." As he saif as he was licking is own cum off my head fur, check, and my chest. "Hey Ryan tomorrow at school would you act as you normally would around Brian I don't think he'll be convertable if you start to kiss me in front of him. I know he dosen't hate gays but he'll still feel weird, alittle." More like a lot I said in my head. We both yawned and fell over at the same time. Ryan was all snugged up behind me with a big smile on his muzzle. I on the other was smile as well but inside I was thinking of my OTHER boyfriend aww man what am gonna do? P.S. please don't forget to be honest of what you thought of this chapter and please give an honest vote as well. Thank You.

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Title: French Lesson Ch. 04 Tags: alley fuck, spontaneous, provocative, public Anyway, it's late in the day and they are by the lilly encrusted lake on a blanket. The scent of the raspberry ripple roses heady and heavy, compounded by the full bloom that he is using to lazily caress her body. Brushing her nipples, thighs, neck, everywhere. His hand is moving the stem almost reflexively. She is on her back, hands behind her hair, one leg raised, open to him. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view. Their soundtrack, the crepuscular birds, insects and the soft plop of frogs returning to the water. They are talking and laughing about last night with such intimacy, that the farmer who is watching them from the field took them to be a couple with a great history. Yesterday had been Bastille Day. On a whim, they'd driven to Honfleur and checked into a quaint chambre d'hote near the quay. After a quick meal at one of the interchangeable harbour restaurants, they'd joined the party. Enjoying the contagion of the carousel, carnival atmosphere they became playful. As night fell, they stumbled on to a small square where a makeshift dance floor had appeared. It was a wonderful cliché of fairy lights, local music and chequered tables. He took one. He asked her to dance. He acquiesced with the proviso that although enthusiastic, it was not her greatest talent. He told her that it was one of his and lead her to the floor. Moondance - they smiled wryly. But this time he had not been lying. The man was a master holding her with a lightness of touch that inspired greater confidence. A touch on her waist sending her spinning away, then pause then back to his arms. The man controlled her movements with his whole body, eyes, hips, hands. As the dance progressed so did her enjoyment and she was soon daring him to be bolder and more adventurous with the steps. Her hair had come down by now and was whipping around her pale shoulders, long limbs blurring.. The song ended he and pulled her close kissing her softly as the last few bars faded away, he could feel her heart beating wildly.. So when the young Frenchman, with the well groomed moustache, had approached and asked him if he could dance with his 'Belle Femme',it had been his pleasure to pass over her hand. He knew it would incense her in so many ways and he liked her angry too. Surprisingly, he had expected her to refuse, she had smiled broadly into the handsome, dark face and had skipped off back to the dance. He felt a little pique, then annoyance.. The classic double bluff. He watched as they danced together to a faster tempo, wild, graceful, if not as skilled.. As she twirled, her chiffon skirt flew up revealing a flash of the pink silk.. Bare legs tonight.. Her full breasts caught the rhythm and he noticed that the French man was enjoying their proximity too.. In spite, his cock twitched for her.. When the music switched to a much slower beat, the French man drew her close, he could see that he was pushing his hips towards hers and she was responding. She caught him watching and smiled, it was not kind. Witch. However, his treacherous cock was having none of it, and was now straining to be free. He stood up. At the same time there was a brief exchange on the floor, he did not catch it. With a shrug, the French man returned her. Thank you, you have an exceptional lady. Good luck. What happened? He murmured, watching his retreating back. He asked for another dance, and I said that unfortunately, although pleasant as that would be, I had to come back because the man I am with tonight, who is not my husband, has promised to fuck me good and proper in that alley behind the square as the fireworks are let off. Now he understood the look of admiration.... You wouldn't want to make a liar of me... As the first rocket illuminated the black sky, she had pulled him into the narrow space between two tall buildings. He had pushed her roughly against the brick wall, and kissed her hungrily, possessive, staking. His tongue taking every inch of her. She had replied with the same passion, her hands busy at his belt. His cock was so impatient that it was a struggle to release but soon it was free, seeking home. She held him firmly in her hand, stroking, caressing and leading. His hands were tearing at her blouse, breasts spilling out, eager for his touch and mouth. He squeezed and massaged her already swollen nipples bending down to suck and bite.. They both wanted a bit of rough that night.. Fuck me.. No need to ask.. He snapped the fine silk, it took the warm breeze and she wrapped one leg around his waist, drawing him in. As his engorged cock thrust into her welcoming, tropical pussy, she gasped at the depth of his stroke. Hard, unforgiving and intense. Her heels and position made her cunt proud to meet him and for a time he fucked her like a teenager...selfish and she loved it. His mouth on her. He lifted her other leg around his waist and she gripped him hard changing the angle again. She stretched her legs out and braced against the narrow walls. Unable to move now she abandoned to his pace and his pleasure..losing herself in him. Her hand grazing and cupping his balls, thumb a tease on his arse. He came hard and true.. Hot spunk bathing her inner core, crying out in triumph. She waited until the pulsing subsided before gradually lowering her legs.... Her swollen clit pressing on to his melting erection.. His mouth became softer and his fingers replaced his cock. Her fingers joined his and it was her turn to set the pressure and the pace .... When she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked hard, relishing the heady cocktail, she came against his hand, thighs clasping him tight, he forced his twisted fingers into her, feeling the reflex gripping and drawing.. They had walked to their room with secret smiles. A state of deshabille.. They had missed the official firework demonstration.. But back to now.. The rose is measuring her skin, dark against her thighs, breasts and tummy, pale against her nipples, mouth and inner lips.. Almost as if by accident, his mouth starts to follow the rose head, one beat behind.. Deep kisses on her neck, under breast, upper thigh then back to her mouth. The temper changes and the kisses replace the conversation. The rose seems to linger around her sex and before long he is holding her pillow soft thighs apart, lapping at her cunt, sucking her clit and gently probing her arse with a finger. She is lying back, welcoming the growing storm. Suddenly she switches, her mouth needing his cock too... Wanting to be penetrated completely... He is still licking her sex, finger fucking her pussy and ass. But now she is taking him too, her mouth a mirror image of her cunt.. As they are discovering their own tempo.. She goes faster, he goes slower.. This is the best dance.. But this is the entree .. Appetising, whetting, tickling.. He lies on top, she flips him, subtlety, and is riding him. He is prone, she is astride, rising to the trot, dipping and diving, tempting with her mouth and nipples, she is fucking him on a blanket, by a lake.. As they come, he flips her again..so he is driving her into the soft earth as he spills in to her, climaxing with the force of nature into her.. And with no plan or agenda.. Or future.. They lie compleat in the moment.. And it is so good..

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Awareness came slowly and painfully to the bull, whose mind was still too sluggish to try and comprehend what had happened to it. Hazy memories floated in front of it, too flimsy to be held without falling apart, too ephemeral to exist for more than just the most fleeting of instants. He was sore all over, that much he was aware of, and as consciousness returned to him, Grimm was vaguely aware of a tightness permeating his lower body, and especially his nether regions. Were he more awake, that might have worried him; in his state, however, it was little more than an afterthought. As the minutes (hours?) passed, he slowly became more aware of his surroundings. They were brightly lit, enough that his first attempt at opening his eyes resulted in a stinging pain that took too long to go away. Blinking in rapid succession, the light filtered into his eyes just enough that he could tell he was in some kind of laboratory; odd machinery lined the pristine-white walls, while a similarly-coloured panelling covered both the floor and ceiling, where bright lights shone with very little space between them. The whole room couldn’t be more than ten feet to the side, perfectly square and with one of the walls being taken up by what seemed to be an opaque mirror of sorts, leading him to wonder if he was being watched… and just who might be doing so. His own predicament became evident when he tried to move, only then becoming fully aware of the position his body was in. He’d been placed on some kind of padded slab, medical table or upright bed, stretched out with his arms and legs kept firmly to his sides by way of several metallic bindings. They were just loose enough that he could move around a bit, but doing so ended up being too painful for him to consider trying it again; the last thing he needed was to chafe his skin off. This was quickly followed by the realization that he could feel the shackles on his skin, then the understanding that he was, in fact, entirely naked. It probably should have bothered him a lot more than it did, but frankly, being stuck inside of a laboratory made him reconsider what he should think of as “normal”. If nothing else, it made perfect sense for a test subject to be stripped nude. He just had no idea why he was a test subject at all. Looking around yielded no obvious answers either; the place was empty aside from himself and the obviously-unused equipment, with even the supposed observation room remaining silent on their presumed guinea’s pig sudden awakening. If anyone was there, they weren’t paying attention to him; that, or he was beneath their notice for the time being. Trying to escape was pointless, as was screaming for help; the whole damn place was probably soundproof, and even if it weren’t, then who exactly would be close enough to help him out? He seriously doubted he was stuck inside anyone’s basements, much less anywhere closer to the public. His isolation wouldn’t last too long, however, as a hidden panel slid open to reveal a long corridor built into one of the room’s walls. The other end of it was shrouded in darkness, revealing only the first few feet, bathed in the light of the laboratory itself… and that was all that was needed. There stood a person there, barely able to fit into the door-sized opening, holding a clipboard on one hand and an exquisitely ornate pen in the other. She was bovine in nature as well, and very obviously so: her curves were so heavily accentuated by her choice of attire that one could make the argument she might as well go entirely nude, as that would at least be marginally more decent. The woman’s lower body was dominated by a rear so wide that it almost got itself stuck in the doorway, its associated hips just barely able to match the cheeks for sheer width, all of it melding into a pair of thighs thick enough that Grimm’s mind was instantly assaulted by images of his hands sinking into the pudge and vanishing completely. Her bust was even greater than her bottom assets, a feat of grandiose scale considering it was smaller overall, even if that much wasn’t immediately obvious. More often than not, it was titillation and not overt sexuality that won the day, and it seemed like that woman knew that perfectly and took its implications to heart; if set free, each of her colossal mammaries could probably obscure most of her chest, and judging from how he could hear them even from where he was restrained, the bull could only imagine they had to be stuffed full of sweet milk. And yet, he could clearly see most of her torso anyway, since those gigantic milkers had been stuffed into a button-up shirt that, for all intents and purposes, should not have been holding up as admirably as it was. That the fabric wasn’t ripping itself apart, especially considering how strained the buttons themselves looked with the mass of bulging flesh forcing itself through any hole it could, was an achievement in and of itself, leading Grimm to wonder if the cow’s clothes were made out of some high-tech, science-y super-fabric… or something of the sort, it was hard to think straight when faced with a spectacle like that. “Ah, you’re awake,” she spoke up, her voice as soft and melodious as could be, “I was afraid the sedative was too powerful, but it seems I was thankfully wrong. You’re more robust than expected; this is very good.” Her words were clinical, her tone anything but; it invited him to reach out and touch, to savour her body in the most direct way possible. Her very presence commanded equal parts respect and mindless pleasure, incited lesser minds to tear themselves apart trying to come up with ways of satisfying her, and made Grimm very, very horny. He wished he had the vocabulary to express his arousal in any other way that wasn’t as crude, but alas, he was a simple man; he saw boob, he go hard, such was the way of life. Nonetheless, this woman was clearly not someone to be trifled with. Though her body belonged in far lewder places in some remote corner of the internet, the way in which she deftly avoided collision with any of the precious, very obviously fragile equipment next to her betrayed how accustomed she must be at moving around inside her lab. Her watchful gaze seemed to pierce him as she gave his own form a once-over, pausing excruciatingly long on his groin. He didn’t have anything to worry about there; even if his mind wasn’t sharp or his talents wide, he could never complain about how well-endowed he was between his legs, nor how productive those basketball-sized orbs of his were. It was the one thing he bothered to be proud of rather than mildly apathetic towards, even if he didn’t get to use it very often; this much must be obvious, given that the labcoat-wearing cow kneeled next to him and held one of his orbs in one hand, scrunching her nose as she stared it down, eager to know its deep, churning secrets. “It uh, it won’t go off unless you squeeze it,” Grimm dared to speak up, “just uh… just looking won-” “Please be quiet,” she cut through, “I’m examining your testicles.” A simple command, and one that got a simple answer: nothing. Some part of the bull thought that answer was too on-the-nose not to be hilarious, but knew full well that laughing, chuckling or even so much as smiling inappropriately might very well get him in trouble; he’d heard that kind of forceful tone before and it never ended well for people who tried to call its bluff. It let him know that he was to remain as quiet as a mouse and then some until he was allowed to speak. The cow, for her part, seemed to be content with her observation after just a couple of minutes, after which she moved up to the bull’s manhood. The shaft itself was perhaps the crown jewel of the whole arrangement, nearly two feet of thick, bovine meat that even in its flaccid state still stretched any set of pants Grimm tried to force it into. The slightest touch was enough to make it twitch in anticipation, not to mention begin leaking profusely, the first thing to ever truly surprise the (presumed) scientist in front of him. Her expression, however, was less one of scientific curiosity and far more one of unbridled lust, unnervingly mixed with the kind of bright glee one might see in a child being given its favourite sweet. It didn’t bode well for Grimm and he knew it... and he was completely powerless to stop or postpone it. Mercifully spared of anything but a tight grasp, the bull nonetheless had to contend with rising pressure inside of his package. He was extremely sensitive to any kind of touch, even when he should very well keep it in his pants (or lack thereof, as it may), so it didn’t take much effort for his rod to start thickening as the blood rushed from the rest of his body into that beast of his. The cow observed the curious process with a look of utmost fascination and obvious gluttony, licking her lips as one hand continued to caress Grimm’s nuts, and the other slowly pumped his cock. “You are, by far, the most active producer I’ve ever seen in my many years,” she commented in the same tone of voice as before, picking her clipboard from the floor and pretending to write down a few notes on it, “enough that I believe we can forgo a few initial steps and get straight to the testing!” “Wait, t-testi-” “Did I tell you that you could speak?” Once again her words were forceful enough that they seemed to physically impact him, knocking all wind from his lungs and leaving Grimm trembling in fear of what was about to happen to him. Though he was reasonably certain he wasn’t in mortal peril, he didn’t fancy the idea of having his cock and balls at the disposal of a woman as large and obviously lustful as that one; the last time he had the opportunity to be ridden like that, he ended up needing physical therapy to fix the joint damage and soreness, and that was with a consensual partner that respected his limits. Who knew what this one might do to him? A question that was quick to be answered when she got back up and left him to deal with his backed-up production on his own, his rod’s passive precum leakage not enough to deal with the amount of bloating going on down below, his nuts starting to visibly swell after they were left unattended. The cow was paying attention to one of the many racks lined against the walls, one that held a dizzying array of vials with various, multicoloured liquids; with little effort, she produced something that looked remarkably like an autoinjector, picking one of the tubes and unceremoniously affixing it to one end of the handheld contraption before turning back to face her captive bull. The smile on her face was anything but endearing or reassuring, being more akin to a predator baring their teeth, even if the words she spoke were as honeyed as the finest mead and sweeter than the bounty sloshing around inside of her chest. “This serum has been specially designed to help with edge cases such as yourself,” she explained, approaching Grimm while snapping her fingers, “I’ve been working on it for years, you see; something that could interact with unique, especially-productive bodies in order to further boost their already enhanced capacity for quickly… filling up” - the last two words were anything but scientific, but the sheer amount of lustful energy packed behind him let the bull know they were probably the only ones spoken with any genuine emotion - “I have to say, I had to track you down for quite a while before I could get the drop on you; I’m glad I did~” Though Grimm wanted to say something, he knew better than to try for a “third time’s the charm”, deciding wisely to keep his mouth shut and let the cow finish whatever it was she wanted to say. This was apparently what she desired as well, given that no words left her mouth at all, and yet a wide smile slowly spread across her face; clearly she was enjoying the lack of a snappy comeback, her tits quietly filling the silence as they continued to slosh about louder than they should be. Before he could react, she had already jabbed his arm, injecting the painfully-hot substance into his arm and leaving him to writhe in his spot, unable to control his muscles from spasming. It hurt his ankles and wrists to the point where he could practically feel the fur starting to burn off against his restraints, at least until the cow quickly arranged for an antidote of sorts, giving him a second shot while mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like a “Sorry!” The scalding heat was replaced with a spreading chillness, one that seeped into every inch of him before focusing on the one part that was never anything but boiling-hot: his groin. Both his nuts were approaching the size of yoga balls, his cock twitching and throbbing its way to its full, three-feet turgid length, while his output continued to disappoint; this was the one aspect of his package that didn’t live up to the expectations created by its size, as he was sadly unable to actually vent any of his seed until he reached a climax. This still didn’t stop the cow from kneeling in front of him, once more licking her lips and rubbing her hands together as she stared him down, her fingers approaching his stretched skin before pulling back, the woman clearing her throat and looking up at Grimm’s strained face. “My name is Daisy. You will refer to me as Doctor Daisy if I ever ask that you speak. Nod if you understand.” The bull did, and apparently Daisy found that to be enough of an introduction before her hand met his shaft again… quickly followed by the other one after she realized the rod was simply too big for her to handle with just one. Not that this did anything to hamper her obvious enthusiasm; all pretense of civility and scientific rigour were thrown out the observation window as soon as she touched him, unleashing a savage beast that had been “hiding” just below the surface. Her eager stroking was such a welcome touch after the minutes of pent-up stuffing that poor Grimm failed to hold back for more than just a handful of motions, very quickly reaching his edge and then being sent flying past it. This was, of course, but one of many; the bull was far too virile to be finished in a single load, or set of loads at that, leaving plenty still around for the cow to delight herself with later. For the time being, however, Daisy was content with opening her mouth wide and inviting his thick seed into her mouth, lapping up as much of it as she could get her tongue on. The throaty noises she was making would make anyone blush, and the bull being the mess that he was, his face turned into a shade of crimson best described as a tomato after being covered in extra-thick red paint. Not that he could do anything, being stuck to the table as he was; he did, however, get to see something happen before even Daisy did, something that made his predicament a thousand times more unbearable than it already was. Daisy wasn’t yet aware of it, but the cum strands she was swallowing and licking up were having a profound effect on her anatomy, one that even the scientist herself wasn’t aware was possible. Though not nearly to the same degree as the bull’s balls, her breasts were significantly more milky than most others of her kind; it helped that she refused to drain them unless it was absolutely necessary, which inevitably led to them slowly growing over time. Being forced to carry around gallons upon gallons of milk, stuffed to the point of near-bursting and made to work until their glands simply refused to function anymore, Daisy’s tits had gone from a respectable E-cup during her initial years at the lab to the glorious spectacle of lactic beauty that they were today. What the cow most certainly did not expect was for her latest test subject’s fluids to interact with her own physiology in the way that they did. Wrapped up as she was in drinking as heavily as possible from that seemingly bottomless spout of cum, Daisy failed to notice how her tits were beginning to feel tight, a sensation that had by that point been entirely lost on her; it was so normal to be that way that she never paid attention, even missing the obvious warning sign that it was happening after she was already full. At no point before did her tits begin to produce after filling up, and they were most definitely stuffed; despite this, her chest gurgled and churned loudly enough for Grimm to divert his eyes downward, both of them opening wide when he saw those already colossal mammaries begin to swell outwards, their creamy filling pushing the the button-up shirt to its breaking point and finally doing some damage to the fabric. It was to be expected, really; how could a trip to the lab like that be complete without some milky inflation on the part of a cow that busty? Daisy, for her part, seemed perfectly content in ignoring her bust’s sudden development, focusing on cleaning herself up first before doing anything else. When her hands went to unbutton her shirt, Grimm almost let loose a sigh of relief; clearly she was aware of what was going on and was about to fix it. Instead, the cow merely ripped the buttons apart, making some kind of comment about being “unnaturally tight”, revealing the full size of her breasts to be… quite a bit larger than the bull had anticipated. It was almost a feat of engineering how much she packed those things into her bra, even if the overflow was enough to cause another spurt of cum to erupt from his tip and hit the cow straight in the face. Giggling at the sight, the scientist unclipped the one thing keeping her tits in place, with the strained bra falling to the ground and finally allowing her chest to run as wild as it should; contrary to what the bull initially thought, those things had absolutely no sag whatsoever, being so udderly stuffed that they maintained their spherical nature even without anything to support them. This would have led to the ground turning into an even greater mess of fluids, had Daisy not instantly used her newfound freedom to slap her tits around the bull’s cock, covering them just perfectly enough that only his tip was visible… at least until the cow opened her mouth wide and took it into herself. Never in his life had he experienced something of the sort. Separately, maybe, but put together and it turned into something indescribable. He wanted to scream himself hoarse, beg for release and yet also for it never to end. He wanted to demand she grow even larger for him, milkier, bustier, but knew better than to anger his captor with any unauthorized words. Down below, the titfuck-slash-blowjob was having the same effect on Daisy’s size as the handjob had, making it even more surprising how she seemed unable to register what was happening to her. Seeing as the bull was still in full flow, exacerbated in fact by having a pair of colossal milky mounds wrapped around it, the cow barely had half a second in between loads, most of her concentration directed entirely at gulping down whole mouthfuls of her prisoner’s seed, her throat bulging as each one was forced down, her eyes watering as she struggled to deal with the load. Her bust reacted predictably, the pressure inside rising to dangerous levels as they were spurned to produce more, even while already full. The end result was a steady increase in size that made those things groan so much that Grimm was convinced Daisy was deliberately ignoring them. There was no way the woman could ignore how her tits were now visibly bloating, steadily gaining inches in every direction and becoming heavy enough that even he could feel it as they were expertly handled around his shaft. Unbeknownst to him, the cow wasn’t entirely ignorant that something was wrong, but after being gifted with what had to be the best cock she’d had the pleasure of wrapping her lips around in years, Daisy wasn’t in the best of moods to stop. In her head, the only priority on her list was to suck that male dry and then ride him for whatever was left, and if that meant stretching her belly out with several weeks’ worth of protein, that’s exactly what she was going to do. That said, the effects Grimm’s cum was having on her bust became too pronounced for even the lust-crazed cow to ignore, and while she didn’t want to stop her energetic ministrations, she was left with no choice in the matter; her tits had simply become too heavy for her to lift with only her arms, enough that when she tried getting up, she fell on her enormous ass instead. It took her multiple tries before giving up and using a nearby shelf for leverage, nearly breaking the thing in half in the process. It was only after standing on her two feet that Daisy took the time to admire the effects the man’s seed had on her, something that left her as confused and worried as it did aroused. It was normal for her to grow at that pace, right after being drained. As a result of her deliberately keeping her breasts full for as long as possible, their elasticity and productivity allowed them to start bloating merely minutes after milking herself completely; it used to take hours, but she had addressed that problem. It was a rapid climb to ever-greater sizes, to the point where she made sure to only empty herself after work, not wanting to wake up three hours before her shift started just to give her bust time to fill up properly. Thus, it wasn’t at all a novel experience to watch and feel as her breasts steadily occupied more space in front of her; what worried her was how they were doing so long after they should’ve stopped. She had no more room left inside of those things and her limits had been reached, Daisy had made sure of that; the cow had spent the last five or six days running around at maximum capacity, precisely to make herself as large as she physically could be. So to see her breasts start to swell again, and rapidly enough that she could envision herself grazing the ground in just a few short minutes, awoke many things inside of her, none of which were possessed of anything remotely scientific in nature. Daisy thought to herself that something had to be done; without any kind of release, it was likely she would end up immobilized, a fate that often befell a few of the facility’s test subjects. So often, in fact, that the staff had installed milking machinery into each room in the form of ceiling-mounted suction cups, to be deployed whenever there was an emergency that needed “venting”. For the cow, this emergency was now, and with a flick of her wrist, she produced a control from one of her labcoat’s pockets. Clicking it opened a panel above her head, with two frankly oversized tubes attached to glass cups descending towards her. With uncanny speed, the scientist fixed both of them to her nipples, barely able to get the things to fit at all; the clear piping gave Grimm a perfect view of where the milk was supposed to go, even if the cow had remained miraculously dry up until then. Another click, and the pumps whirred into action. The machinery was meant to drain her, as would be expected of an industrial-grade milker. According to all known laws of biology, if you drained udders, they would become smaller; this was simple physics, and yet somehow Daisy’s body decided such rules didn’t apply to her. The moment the milking began in earnest, the cow let loose a loud moan, dropping the remote on the ground as she fell to her knees, sinking her hands into her tits and biting her lip. Her milk flowed freely and easily, turning the transparent tubes about as white as the ground itself was, but much to her surprise (and some horror), it didn’t make her smaller. Whatever Grimm’s cum had done to her, it made her so unbelievably productive that, despite being on full output mode like the bull, her tits grew faster after being milked! She remained still, watching in stunned bemusement as her udders bloated and gurgled, each pump making them rounder, fuller, heavier, every second making them even more impossible to lift. Trying to get up was becoming harder by the moment, and though Daisy would’ve loved nothing more than to stay there and reap the fruits of her labor, she had better plans. Moving quickly, the cow removed her labcoat and whatever shreds were left of her shirt, before trying to take her slacks off; the lack of room made it impossible to do, hence why the cow decided it was better to just rip the damn things into bits and then worry about them later, just about the same time as she kicked her shoes into a corner of the room. Fully nude, fully free, she heaved herself onto a standing position yet again, delighting in how her full breasts were now so stuffed that they very nearly reached down to her knees, gravity alone unable to stop them from blocking her view as well. She could feel them growing larger, the pumps drawing ever more production from within her, signalling what she was meant to do. It was as clear as day, really. The bull’s cum had done that much for her, so obviously she needed more of it inside of her. And just drinking it wouldn’t be enough, oh no; her body needed some way to process it more directly, more intimately, the way it was supposed to be. And judging from how hard the poor man was, he had more than enough to give her what she wanted and then some. Grimm, stuck to the medical table as he was, had no real recourse beyond watching what was happening in front of him, still pouring out gallons of his seed with every other spurt, also suffering from the same “growing while releasing” issue the cow was; to him though, it was just part of the package (literally), making it less surprising that his nuts were getting dangerously close to the ground and his cock was pushing almost four feet in length. He didn’t quite know what to make of Daisy, but that look on her face was anything but comforting. As he expected, his torment hadn’t even begun. Though obviously struggling to carry around her new milkers, Daisy nonetheless navigated her way to the back of the bed-thing Grimm was restrained to, pulling on some sort of lever and lowering the angle at which the contraption was bent. More and more of the ceiling came into view as the bull was made to lie down horizontally, far closer to the ground than he expected, giving him a perfect view of the cow when she loomed over him at the side. She was smiling, but it lacked any and all mirth; once again the scientist had become an apex predator staring down her next meal, even if she had to do it from a distance thanks to the gloriously oversized udders she now sported. Testing the table’s resistance by unceremoniously dropping both of those things onto the bull, in the process knocking all the air from his lungs, Daisy was seemingly content that the table could hold her weight on top of Grimm’s, and though it took her a lot longer than it normally would’ve (and almost knocked off both of the suction cups), she managed to climb onto it… and onto him. She didn’t particularly care about the specimen underneath her as much as she wanted a “taste” of him in the most direct way possible. Grimm at least got a half-second view of her already-leaking slit before she slammed it down onto his tip, screaming at the top of her lungs about how tight the fit was, only stopping when the bull himself dared to let a sound out, her glare enough to silence him. Didn’t stop his need to moan, though, causing the bull to bite down on his tongue and quite nearly draw blood from the effort of not making any noise at all. As for Daisy herself, one could only hope the laboratory was soundproof; if that weren’t the case, whoever else happened to be around would have to deal with such undignified, throaty, whorish sounds that their own pants might suddenly start getting ripped from second-hand arousal. Grimm didn’t understand how anyone at all could take him at his full length; even the cow’s body had to have its limits, surely… and yet, despite having to sit down on and take four feet of turgid cockmeat, Daisy made no complaint and struggled for barely a second before getting into a rhythm. Maybe she was used to it; she certainly did look like the type who liked to play with her food before eating it, even if she attempted to disguise it under a thin veneer of civility and scientific curiosity. While Grimm racked his brains for anything that might help him get through one of the weirdest situations he’d ever been in, Daisy had made up her mind for what the next stage in the experimental procedure would be. With her tits’ sudden burst of growth throwing everything off the rails, the nominal goals she genuinely had in mind had to be thrown into the rubbish bin and made anew; and considering what was going on with her body, there was no better alternative to what she had planned but stress-testing. Nothing about her current predicament made sense; she was meant to shrink, not grow, drain, not fill up, and yet each time she succeeded in pulling herself off that thick pillar inside of her, only to let gravity slam her back down, her tits gained about half a foot in every direction. The only reason she could even move at all was thanks to the table itself, and very soon the ground, doing most of the work carrying her bust; without having to worry about it weight, she was free to do with him as he pleased, and the one thing she wanted to do was see how far she could stretch his stamina before it broke completely. Grimm, lacking any agency whatsoever in the matter, resolved to do the only thing he could: hold out for as long as possible. It was the only thing he still had under his control, even if just barely, and it gave him an opportunity to test Daisy’s limits as well; maybe, he thought to himself, the cow would break before he did, succumbing to the allure of her udders and becoming a pliable moocow as eager to be milked as the bull was to be emptied out. It was a pipe dream, but he could hold onto it nonetheless in the vain hope that it came to pass, even when Daisy refused to slow down regardless of how full she got. On her end, the cow was enjoying herself far too much to even consider the possibility of holding back or, gods forbid, giving up first. She was going to ride that bull until he had nothing more to give her, and if that meant running herself ragged trying to keep ahead of her own orgasm, that’s just what she’d have to do. How the cow would do it was beside the point; nothing about that experiment even made sense anymore, so why bother with such trivialities as reason or causality? All that mattered to her was feeling her insides be stretched out by the colossal, girthy shaft she was impaling herself on, seeing her tits swell and inflate with their creamy, sweet bounty, hearing the alarm bells above her head telling her that the containment tanks were starting to get full. She heard the rattling of metal and the sputtering of overtaxed machinery, but she didn’t care; whether or not the pumps failed, Daisy got what she wanted: a bust of immense proportions and a stud that reacted to her super serum in the precise way she was looking for. He was truly bottomless, the flow of cum being powerful enough to break through the tight seal created by the cock itself, backblasting onto Grimm’s groin and oozing onto the ground. Despite her best efforts to take all of it, there was simply too much for Daisy to hold onto, and so even when her belly began to grumble, her skin covered in stretch marks as it was forced to make room, most of the bull’s release was splattering onto the ground. It was insanity to think she could hold on that long; the cow had honestly believed Grimm would have some kind of “final” climax, something to tell her his end had been reached, but instead he just kept going like some kind of deranged, organic water spout. There was no end to the amount of seed he pumped into her, to the point where she became far too heavy to move. With a final thud, her body fell onto his, spared the indignity of having a cock-shaped bulge inside of it purely due to how bloated it already was from the cum-bath it had been given. She broke. So quick to promise herself something unattainable and even quicker at giving it up, Daisy cut herself free from her bonds and allowed orgasm to take her, in the process leading her tits down some kind of milky climax of their own, undergoing one final growth spurt of enough strength to smash into the observation room mirror and have it smash into pieces, revealing a completely empty, square-shaped space that served as the perfect reservoir for the free-flowing milk pouring out of the cow’s udders, now that the pump’s suction cups had finally failed to hold onto her teats. She panted, gasping for breath as her filling seemed to have reached its limit, her breasts finally stopping their inexorable growth. Entirely uncaring about the man stuck underneath her (who honestly couldn’t be anywhere better, considering he was trapped underneath the cow’s plush ass and still releasing copious amounts of cum), she murmured something about authorizations, a secondary panel opening and revealing a set of mechanical claws attached to a massive pneumatic system hidden above. As tenderly as they could, the metallic grapplers took their position around one of her tits, picking it up and gingerly bending it so as to bring its nipple within range of the cow’s face. It was astounding how flexible they were, not a hint of pain despite the mound nearly doubling over itself; still plenty of pressurized milk flow, though, making it less of a kiss and more of a frantic attempt at not drowning on Daisy’s part once her nip was close enough to her lips. Still, she didn’t care; the first trial was a resounding success, and she was certain that her bust would be of a magnificent size once she bothered milking herself properly later on. When Grimm was done. Whenever that happened to be.

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The Machine 3: Living Sex Toy Her fingers ached. The papers were almost all signed. She flipped the last pages to the little sticky arrow that read ‘sign here’. The pen scratched across the line leaving her signature. Her last signature. She was all in now. Aaron’s heavy hands rested on her shoulders. She reached up and touched them gently, realizing that she’d never feel them that way again. She wondered if she was making the right decision. But she felt she was. It was the life she wanted. As usual Aaron’s impassive face was almost unreadable. He’d originally been against the whole idea, but after two years he’d finally agreed. She nuzzled his rough hands, feeling them grip her shoulders. She knew he wasn’t entirely happy with her choice, but he supported her and he promised that he’d always care for her. “Ma’am, this way. Sir, if you’d wait in the lobby until we’re done. Thank you.” The slender man said as he collected the forms. Aaron nodded stoically, turning towards her. She gave him a lingering kiss and a firm hug, feeling his muscles tense beneath his shirt. The hug finally separated, her hands drifting away from his slowly as she turned to follow her guide into the building. With a nod of his graying head, the man opened the door and ushered her into the hallway and towards the back of the building. She turned her head once to see a last glimpse of Aaron as he watched her leave. She wondered if it would be the last glimpse of him ever. Tears welled up as the emotions warred within her. She’d wanted this so long. The cumulation of years of repressed sexual desires fought with the things she was going to have to give up to achieve her dream. She’d spent years thinking about this and she couldn’t wait any longer. The last door opened leading her into a sterile room, dominated by the device everyone only knew as ‘the machine’. She’s spent so many times looking at pictures, it almost stunned her how normal it looked. Most folks she’d talked to said it was like a cross between an MRI machine and a tanning booth. Looking at it, she could see why. She bit her lip, a certain flash of desire pounding through her as her heart raced at the thought of really going through with this. “A technician will be with you shortly. Please take a moment to disrobe.” The man quietly slid out of the room. She only nodded, almost afraid to speak her own voice. She slipped herself out of her clothes. She’d actually worn some of her favorite things today as a kind of final good bye to them. They weren’t the trendiest looks, but she loved them anyway. She’d miss the boots most, but she’d not need them again. She sat naked in the single chair and waited. It wasn’t long before a stout older woman entered. The woman wore a stereotypical lab coat and had short spiky purple hair. “Good morning, Ms. Miller.” Her voice was chipper. She had a slightly upturned nose and her ears looked a little pointed. “Uh, hi.” Jill reflexively covered her breasts and closed her legs tighter. “Relax, Ms. Miller, I’ve seen it all. We strive to make you as comfortable as possible here. I’m your technician, Edyth, and I’m here to answer any last questions you have before we start your procedure.” Her tone was professional, but warm and friendly. She was obviously well practices in this. “I, well, I’ve been told it will hurt. Is that true?” Her fingers twitched a little. “Well, the never versions of the machine are a lot less painful than the original, but I have to admit you’re going to push the limits of our little creative system here. I expect there will be a fair bit of pain at moments, but we’ll try to make you as comfortable as possible.” Edyth set about messing with a control panel in the corner, making numerous adjustments as she read from a piece of paper. Jill watched her for a moment. “Did you go through it?” “Yep, sure did. Almost all the techs except Brian and the new girl, hmm, Lisa? I think that’s her name, have been through. Never figured out why Brian has avoided it, but hey, his choice. So, you’re curious? Want to see what I did?” There was a devious glint in Edyth’s eyes. “Um, yeah, I’ve only met a few folks who’ve been through the thing and most of them are pretty, well, furry, and so I’m curious what other people have done. I know a lady in my building is sort of a cow now, she’s got an udder and everything.” Jill felt better starting to talk. “Oh, don’t worry your head about asking. We’re all told this is part of the gig. Kind of a last advertisement to keep people from getting cold feet. Well, unless that’s what they wanted.” She dropped open her lab coat revealing her naked body. Eight breasts ran down her front. As Jill looked, Edyth smiled, revealing the thick tusk-like teeth that hid inside her jowls. “Nice eh? I’ve got the little cute tail too.” “You’re a pig.” Jill stated before realizing that could be taken offensively by the porcine woman. But the woman wasn’t the least bit offended. “A fat and happy one! You wouldn’t believe the orgasms. They weren’t kidding about them lasting. Damn.” She chortled. “Wow.” “Yep! I love it. Hubby is pretty happy with it too since I want sex a lot more now than when we got married.” She made a lewd gesture and laughed. “Alright, unless you have any other questions, lets get you settled in. This is going to be a big one.” Jill nodded and let herself be led to the machine. She climbed in, the soft padding sinking under her. Edyth patted her hand, and slowly closed her into the dark space. Only the faintest glow emanated inside keeping Jill from feeling completely unnerved. Slowly she could hear the machine’s hum as it started to power up. The lights began to rhythmically flash inside, and she could feel the interior beginning to press into her. Pricking began along her skin, at first it wasn’t much, just a light dusting, but soon piercing pain shot through her heels, wrists, and the back of her skull. There was no turning back now, she knew as she let out a scream that slowly cut off as her voice ceased to work. Slowly the pain lessened, but her vision was growing dim. She could hear the whir of the machine still, but it too was fading. Instead she felt herself. Her skin, always sensitive now felt a thousand times more sensitive. Her body was being slowly manipulated, changed. Her chest felt compressed, her neck too. She could no longer feel her fingers or toes, and each moment more of her vanished from her sense. The darkness had consumed her now, and she could only feel the vibration. A vibration that sent shivers through her cunt. She could feel it now dominating her. It was the only thing left that mattered to her. The pressure continued, more of her world slowly dragged into the sense of her being one with her sexuality. Her choice, her desire overwhelmed. She could feel herself dripping. Muscles she had never realized she had sprung to life; she could feel herself opening and closing hungrily. Everything became about pleasure. The rest faded. Slowly pressing into herself. She twitched, her body flexing lightly, bulging a little, but she could now feel her pussy dominate her shape. Its lips growing even as the rest of her withered away. She’d lost all sense of time. There was no time. Only a desire. To be loved, to be held, to be fucked. She wanted to giggle, but she knew that it was a skill lost to her. She was only barely aware by the change in the pressure that the machine was done. She sat there, her cunt drooling lewdly as she waited. The air current telling her that the lid had been opened. She tingled with anticipation. *** *** *** “Mr. Miller?” “Yes?” He looked up at the slender man who’d taken his wife away. “She’s done. Would you please come collect your wife?” “Yeah.” He put his hands upon his knees and thrust himself up out of the chair, his bulk making his aging knees protest. Following the man, he was brought to a room. The man opened the door but made no move to walk in himself. Aaron looked at him for a moment, and walked in as the man gestured, he should. The room was empty except for the device and a chair, which was occupied by a short woman with purple hair. He looked at her. “Ah Mr. Miller I presume. I’m just here to make sure you know you have some time to cope. I’ll be in the next room.” She pointed to a small doorway he’d missed. “But I’m going to leave you to spend a few moments with your wife. She’s going to want you to be the first to touch her.” He nodded again. She stepped over behind a control panel and pushed a button. A hiss echoed in the small room as the machine released its lid. The woman nodded once and slipped off though the door. Slowly he lifted the lid, not sure what he’d expected. Inside sat a large pink sphere, maybe the size of a bowling ball. He reached out and touched it gently, feeling it quiver under his touch. He ran his fingers along it, feeling it react, pressing itself ever so slightly into him. Not much but noticeable. Gripping it on each side he felt it tremble. Turning it, he saw the full thick lips of a giant cunt dominating one side, drooling lightly. The pungent scent hit his nose, and he could feel himself hardening. He played with the lips a moment. They tensed and released, the clit throbbing. He gave it a gentle rub too watching the ball pulse. He wasn’t sure yet, but it seemed excited. Maybe she was still in there after all. He’d work on learning to understand her, but he knew what she wanted. She wanted this and she wanted him to be her caretaker. Gently he scooped up her dress from the back of the chair and lifted the fleshy sphere into it. He saw no sign of anus, mouth, nose or eyes. Just that giant dripping cunt that split the sphere nearly in half He wasn’t even sure how to take care of her yet, but he would learn. Wrapping her loosely he could feel her shift into him, almost as if attracted to his body warmth. The musk from her dripping still filling the room and now seeping into the dress. He knocked on the door. The woman with the purple hair opened it and handed him a packet. “You’ll need this to care for her.” “Yeah, I’m not really sure how.” “Oh, it won’t be hard. Her body is designed for sex. So, give it to her, daily at least. She’ll feed off it, and her system is super-efficient so there won’t be any waste you need to clean up. Just remember to bath her at least once a day. She’ll absorb the extra fluids she needs from that. And keep her warm and safe.” He nodded. “Is she…” He stopped a moment, “is she still in there?” His voice carried something of a pleading tone. “She is. She’s not going to be much of a conversationalist, her brain is now limited to basal functions mostly, but a small part of who she was is still there. She can remember, and over time you’ll learn ways to communicate with her.” “That’s… thank you, that’s comforting. I’m going to miss her voice.” “I can understand that. It’s hard adjusting when someone you love has chosen a very drastic change like this. It’s not often we see ones so extreme, but it definitely does happen. In the packet I put a card for a support group of spouses. We can’t officially recognize or recommend them, but well, it was her choice but you’re affected too. Get some support for your feelings, but remember she is there for you.” A bit numb now, and a little uncomfortable with how horny he felt holding a gaping cunt in his arms, he nodded once more and stepped out into the hallway with his wife in his arms. *** *** *** Inside her new self, Jill was thrilled. She could feel every touch, every moment, and she was utterly beholden to her lover now. Her kinky desire to be a living sex toy had been realized. Her ultimate expression of her submission. She ached for more of his touch. She hoped he’d use her every day, multiple times a day. She was not disappointed when she felt him unwrap her from the dress again. She could feel his touch, caressing each part of her lips. Slowly pulling here, rubbing there. She drooled and shook in anticipation. When she finally felt him slid his clock into her, she knew she had been absolutely right. Her cunt gulped down the cock, pressing around it, demanding it cum over and over again in her. She reveled in the orgasmic bliss. Her clit throbbing in pace with the contractions of each increasingly powerful orgasm. And nothing made her happier than when he finally came into her, her body sucking down his juices, feeding her own desired even more. She was his little pussy-ball, and she wanted to be used. She’d been such a bad girl, and now she’d be his toy forever.

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Title: Best Friends Help Ch. 05 Tags: father-daughter, threesome, friend, bisexuality, threeway, group, group sex Dinner was only a little awkward. After her encounter with her dad, Lily hastened to the bathroom. Things were simpler for him -- he fastened up his pants and returned to the kitchen with a conspiratorial smile. Lily's heart still raced as she washed off her face and tidied herself up. She gave herself a congratulatory glance in the bathroom mirror. After all those fantasies and lonesome, dirty thoughts, she'd done it. She'd fucked her dad -- and she'd liked it a lot. She felt some residual guilt and anxiety, of course, some uncertainty, but it didn't feel all bad. It felt transgressive, transformative, thrilling. She'd worry about consequences later. Or never. That's what Natalie would do, after all. Upon joining the others, she found Natalie had ordered dinner immediately upon Lily and Robert's departure into the study, and it had already arrived. Natalie had even dished it up and put it on the table, looking the very soul of helpful domesticity. "Dinner's ready," she said. The three of them sat, ate, and talked. No one openly acknowledged what they all knew had happened, and there weren't even any moments of innuendo or suggestive jokes. Natalie kept her commentary innocent. It was different, and a little unsettling. Lily and her father exchanged glances now and then, and every time they did, she felt arousal stir inside her. She wanted him again, immediately. From the look in his eyes and the way his knee occasionally brushed against hers under the table, she had a feeling he felt the same. Afterward, they cleaned up and did the dishes together, then went downstairs to watch a movie. Robert picked the film -- some Eighties action movie he felt it was important the two of them be conversant with. The three of them piled onto the giant comfortable couch -- Robert in the middle, Natalie on the left, Lily on the right. As the movie started, Lily watched as Natalie snuggled right in, throwing one leg over her father's leg, hooking an arm around his, and leaning her head against his shoulder. After a moment, she decided two could, and perhaps should, play at that game. She mirrored Natalie's position, hugging her dad close and putting her hand on his chest. "Well," he remarked. "Aren't I the lucky one?" "You have no idea," Natalie said with a grin, apparently back to her old sly self. An hour passed, and Lily could barely focus on the film at all. She was keenly aware of their bodies pressed together, her father's smell, the recent memory of their time together. None too subconsciously, she found herself slightly annoyed with Natalie. She wanted more time alone with him. On one hand, she wondered if she couldn't gently hint to Natalie to leave them alone. But on the other, it was Natalie who had helped facilitate all this in the first place. Natalie who had encouraged her to pursue her fantasy, who had bared her soul about her own journey. Didn't Lily owe her a little something for that? "How long is this movie?" Natalie asked not long after the first hour had passed. "Why?" Robert asked. "You getting bored?" "A little hungry, actually." Natalie traced a slow curve on Robert's chest. "You want me to go get some popcorn?" The blonde tilted her head in an endearing gesture looking up at him with wide eyes. "Would you?" "Sure." Lily's dad hit pause on the movie, extricated himself from the girls' grasp, hauled himself off the couch, and headed upstairs. As soon as he was gone, Natalie scooted over to Lily. "Okay, so, quick, give me the details. What happened in there?" Lily giggled. "Have you been dying to know all this time?" "Of course, idiot. Please? I have to know now, or I'll die." "Okay, but just the basics. I'll tell you the whole thing later." "Fine. Spill it." "Okay. He made me get on my knees and blow him a little. And then--" "Made you?" Lily smirked. "Well, I didn't exactly fight it. I pretended to, a little, to see if he'd like it. He did." Natalie covered her hand with her mouth. "That's one of the things from his porn stash, you know. Like, gentle forcing and blackmail videos and shit? He's into that." Lily bit her lip, feeling a surge of arousal stir inside her. She'd suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed made her curious. Thanks, "I'll make a note of that." "Anyway, keep going. Then what?" "Then he bent me over the desk and fucked me." "Oh, yes." Natalie moaned with a wistful look. "I wish he'd do that to me." "Hasn't he?" Lily felt a strange mix of emotions: surprised and pleased she'd done something Natalie hadn't... and a little threatened at the idea of them doing it. "Not the way I'm imagining it right now." "Oh." Good, Lily thought, and then felt a little ashamed at her possessiveness. But then, she was his daughter. So that entitled her to... something. This was already getting complicated. "So, you can give me all the details later," Natalie said with an eager grin. "But, um. Do you want to suck his dick when he comes back? Together?" Lily opened her mouth, then closed it again. On one hand, that idea held definite erotic appeal. The vision that came to mind was extremely hot, and she was sure her dad would find it beyond enjoyable. But that same odd possessiveness rose in her again. Now that she'd broken through with her father and crossed this final boundary, she found she wasn't quite so eager to share anymore. "I don't think so," she said, trying to look more reluctant than she actually felt. "Not tonight, anyway. Is that okay?" Natalie and Lily had been friends for too long for Natalie to hide her disappointment. She could see her friend was crushed. But she hid it well, shrugging her shoulders and moving back to the far end of the couch. "Sure, no problem." Lily wanted to say more, but just then, they both heard Robert's footsteps on the stairs. They made room, and he sat down with a satisfied sigh. "Okay!" he said, laying the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. "Ready for more?" The girls cuddled up with him again, but this time it was mostly for show. Their hands met on his chest and both drew back quickly. He looked from one to the other, puzzled, but said nothing. Resigned to never understanding the mysteries of young women, he started the movie again. \*\*\* As the movie went on, Lily found herself constantly thinking of the proposition Natalie had made. The movie itself wasn't really her thing -- a lot of car chases and monologues and dudes betraying each other for money -- and her mind constantly wandered. She wondered what would happen if she drew her father's cock out of his pants and started sucking him off. Would Natalie watch? Would she join in? Would her father object? She highly doubted that last part. She hadn't given a huge number of blowjobs in her life, but she knew guys rarely if ever turned them down once they started. But each time she glanced over at Natalie, the other girl seemed engrossed in the movie. So Lily let it pass, and never quite dared to touch him the way she wanted. But she fantasized about it, to the point of being heavily aroused by the time the movie was over. "Well, what did you girls think?" Robert asked as the credits rolled at last. Lily checked her phone. The damn movie had run over two and a half hours. "It was an adrenaline-packed thrill ride, Dad," she drawled. "So you hated it." Lily shrugged. "Well, I liked it," Natalie said. She leaned over and kissed Robert on the cheek, lingering a little, her hand on his knee. "Thank you for the lovely movie night, Robert." "You're welcome, Nat." Lily tried not to scowl as she checked the feeds on her phone. Nat, now, was it? "Goodnight, ladies," Robert said as he made for the stairs. "Don't stay up too late." They waited in silence until they both heard the upstairs door shut. Then Natalie turned to Lily with a stern expression. "Okay, Lil. What the fuck." "What the fuck, what?" "So, I finally get you two together, and it's hands-off for me? Is that it?" Lily felt indignant anger rise in her throat -- a little too quickly. "What gives you that idea? Because I didn't want us both to blow him two hours after our first time together?" Natalie's expression turned petulant. "Come on, that would have been fun. Isn't that why we started down this road? To have fun together before we both leave for school?" "Having fun is fine, you just don't need to push me so hard. Why does everything have to be Life According to Natalie?" Natalie's jaw dropped. "Okay, screw you, Lily. I was just trying to help. If you don't want it, you can just say so and I'll bow out." Before Lily could say anything, Natalie rose to her feet and flounced from the room. Lily listened to her feet on the stairs, heard the door slam. "Shit," she whispered to the empty room. \*\*\* Lily flipped through streaming channels for about an hour, feeling tense and disconsolate. Part of her wanted to text Natalie and apologize, or just go upstairs and do it in person. But there was a problem -- the feelings that had led to the argument in the first place hadn't gone away. So what if she wanted her dad all to herself for a little bit? Natalie had had her turn, fucking him in the office while Lily listened over the phone. It was Natalie who was being unreasonable, not her. But all the same, Natalie was her best friend. She was closer with Natalie than anyone on the planet. A different part of her wanted to share this experience, every exquisite detail. Maybe some encounters too. Just not this second. Complicated. Lily finally decided overthinking wasn't working, and headed upstairs. The house was dark and quiet, the only sound the hum of the fridge and the faint thrum of the wind against the outer walls. Lily stopped by the closed door to Natalie's room. She almost knocked, but decided against it and moved on. Once in her own room, she stripped off her clothes, flopped onto the bed without getting under the covers (it was a warm summer night, after all) and sank into a restless sleep. \*\*\* Hours later, a gentle touch pulled her out of the dark fog of slumber: a warm hand on her waist. She murmured and stirred. "Natalie?" A soft mouth brushed her neck, and she felt the weight of a warm body settle on her. It wasn't Natalie. "Dad?" Lily opened her eyes and stirred to bleary wakefulness. In the cobalt moonlight that filtered through her curtains, she could see the blurred outline of his body, smell the familiar tang of his cologne and the unique scent of his skin. She lifted a hand to touch him, found a goosebumped landscape of bare flesh. He was naked. Without speaking, he planted kisses all along her neck, his hand gently pinning one of her wrists to the bed. She tilted her neck to encourage his touch, offering more of her flesh for his kisses. Her free hand wandered down his chest, down to his stomach, found the hardness of his erection. "Oh," she said in surprise and delight. She squeezed and tugged gently, and he responded instantly, pressing his face into her shoulder with a groan. "I want you, Lily," he whispered. "Right now." "Me too," she whispered back, feeling it wasn't exactly the right reply, but a haze of arousal was making it hard to think straight. A moment later, he made it worse: his kisses moved down her neck and chest to her nipples. His hand slid over her belly, down between her thighs. His tongue flicked over her nipple, gently at first but then harder, as his fingers brushed against her labia, parting them to reveal she was already sopping wet. The melange of sensations took her by surprise, and she cried out, louder than she'd intended: a gasp and giggle of joy. He seemed to like that, and went to work on both nipples with his tongue. Lily didn't know if it was the situation or his technique, but both her nipples seemed almost painfully sensitive, in a good way. When his fingers found her clitoris a moment later, her whole body jolted with electric sensation. She still had her hand wrapped around his cock, and tried to stay on task with returning the attention he gave her, but found it difficult to concentrate. "Dad," she finally whispered, feeling the tingling in her body already rising toward crescendo. "Hmm?" His mouth was wrapped around her right nipple. "Please fuck me, Dad." She loved adding that last word to the plea. It felt so transgressive, yet perfectly truthful. He started slow, adjusting the rhythm and speed to follow her sighs and moans of pleasure. Later, Lily would only remember fragments of their lovemaking: the first exquisite burst of pleasure as his cock slid into her; her face buried in the junction of his neck and shoulder; his warm hands exploring her entire body as if trying to memorize it forever. A moment came when she shuddered with bliss and whispered "fuck" under her breath. In the delirium of her pleasure, she felt some sea-change in him. Her exclamation had ignited his arousal. His fingers slipped into her hair and squeezed; his cock thrust deep into her as he picked up speed and force. She became dimly aware that she was making a great deal of noise as he slammed into her, high-pitched squeaks of pleasure. She heard him groan out her name, and clutched his body to hers as her own orgasm washed over her, annihilating her senses. The orgasm drew out, impossibly long and perfect, and she knew she was crying out, much louder than was decorous, but she simply couldn't help it. She felt his body shudder, heard his strained moan, felt him come inside her. It was perfect. All of it. He pulled out and rolled away with a sigh, collapsing on the bed next to her. Lily felt a strange, all-consuming elation, like nothing she'd ever felt before. She turned over and kissed her father deeply, cradling his face with her hands. He smiled when their lips finally parted. "Did you like that?" he asked. "I loved it," she said with soft glee. "Good." She laid her head on his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. "I love you, Dad," she said. "I love you too, Lily-pond." She giggled. He hadn't called her that in some years. "You were loud," he said. "Well, it felt really good," she said, and giggled again, helplessly. "I'm glad." He brushed her hair away from her cheek and neck with one hand. She had rarely felt so safe or comfortable. She threw an arm over his chest and snuggled against him with a happy sigh. "Don't leave," she whispered. His hand slid over her bare back, warm and comforting. "I'm not going anywhere." Thoughts of Natalie blurred across her brain for a moment, but she let them go. It could all wait. Without either of them meaning to, they fell asleep that way. \*\*\* Lily started awake the next morning, sprawled across the bed. Alone. The bedclothes were a tousled mess, clumped like Arctic snow piles in the chill light of morning. She'd never gotten under the covers at all. She fetched her robe and slipped her phone into the pocket. With a yawn, she ventured into the hallway and looked around. Her dad's bedroom door was open. He wasn't there. Natalie's door was still closed. Whatever. No sound from the kitchen below either. Lily decided everything could wait until she'd cleaned up. She padded across the hallway into the bathroom, shrugged out of her robe, and took a long, hot shower. While she scrubbed, she indulged herself with memories of the night before: the fierce but tender lovemaking, her father coming inside her, his vulnerable groan as he came. The way they'd fallen asleep on top of each other. She only wished she'd woken up next to him. Or under him, for that matter. That last thought put a smile on her face as she finished up. She turned off the shower, stepped out, then toweled off. She hadn't washed her hair, so she popped it into a quick ponytail and set about brushing her teeth, still naked. She had just finished rinsing her mouth out when the bathroom door opened and her father walked in. Lily's heart jumped. He was fully dressed in jacket and tie, the way he usually dressed for work. His clothed state made her hyper-aware of her own nudity -- and that, in turn, excited her. He closed the door behind him. "Good morning, Lily," he said in an authoritative tone. "Hi--" she began, voice quavering a bit, and began to turn to face him. But he took her by the arm and shoulder and turned her back toward the bathroom mirror. "Put your hands on the counter," he said. His voice was soft but firm. Lily obeyed. Suspecting the reason for his order, she bent over and lifted her ass a little. Her breath was already quickening. He stepped behind her, and she watched his reflection in the mirror. He was taking down his pants. She couldn't see anything, but she heard the sound of the belt unbuckling, the zipper dropping, the whisper of cloth. It excited her even more than the sight itself might have. Her father put one hand on her shoulder, his grip firm. His other hand slid down her back and over her ass, down between her thighs. She whimpered as he touched her and found her already wet again. She heard him make a satisfied chuckle. "That's my good girl," he said. The hand on her shoulder slid down her arm, grabbed her wrist, pulled it around behind her back. Lily's heart began to pound. "You behave, now." "Yes, daddy--" Lily replied, and gasped as she felt his cock nudge against her, then push inside. A loud gasp escaped her before she could do anything about it. He began to thrust immediately, forceful and quick. She braced one hand against the mirror to keep herself steady. His other hand found her ponytail, pulled her head back. Lily found herself looking at their reflection: her naked and vulnerable, belly pressed against the bathroom sink, her father behind her, thrusting inside her with a look of fierce concentration. The surge of arousal inside her was immediate and overwhelming. "You like that?" he growled. "Yes, daddy... please, oh god yes..." It was altogether too much. Lily's breath quickened further, her knees threatening to buckle as sensation took her. Within a span of minutes, she was coming again, teeth clenched so hard her head ached, her whimpers rising to loud, steady cries. She was aware of how much noise she was making, but just couldn't seem to stop. "God, Lily," he grunted, and she felt him begin to come. His steady thrusts suddenly turned fast and frantic, and her cries became more like sobs as he hammered into her, hard and rapid, yanking on her ponytail. "Dad! Oh shit--" Lily felt like she was going to explode. Orgasm came over her in waves; one, then another, then a third, blinding her. For a moment, she became like an insensate thing, making nonsensical noises as she struggled to keep herself upright. She gave up and collapsed against the cold surface of the sink in utter surrender. At the last moment, he pulled out, releasing her arm and hair. She felt hot, sticky points of wetness impact all along her back. She collapsed to the cold counter, gasping for breath. "Don't move," she heard him say. I can't, she wanted to reply, but she had no words. Her father did up his pants, then fetched a towel and gently wiped down her back. When he was finished, he tossed the towel into the bathroom hamper. She turned to face him, still naked, and lifted her chin for a kiss. He obliged her. "You surprised me," she said when the kiss ended. "Pleasantly, I hope." "Very." She hugged him, enjoying the feel of his clothes against her bare flesh. "You don't mind that I just--" She shook her head emphatically. "No! Do that anytime you want." "Careful what you wish for." He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I have to go to work, Lily-pond. I'll see you tonight?" "I'm not going anywhere." She grinned as she mirrored his words from the night before. "I love you, Lily-pond." "I love you too, Dad." He pulled away and gave her a long look. "This is so weird," he said. "But it feels right, doesn't it? I mean, do you...?" "I do," she replied with a smile. Her father opened the bathroom door and departed. Lily leaned back against the counter and let out a heavy, happy sigh. Whatever else went right or wrong with today, her morning could not have gone better. \*\*\* Lily got dressed at a leisurely pace and went downstairs. He was already gone, and he'd left some toast and fruit on the kitchen table. She wandered into the living room. Natalie wasn't there. With a sigh, Lily grabbed a few grapes as breakfast and wandered back upstairs. She found Natalie's bedroom door still closed, and knocked. No answer. "Hello?" she ventured. Still no answer. Lily tried the knob. It was unlocked. She opened the door and peered through. Natalie lay on the bed, propped up on a stack of pillows, browsing through her phone. She lounged in her underwear: black bra and panties, pink socks on her feet. She glanced up at Lily, then went back to her phone. Lily walked over to the bed and sat down. "Hey." "Hey." Not seeing the point in equivocating, Lily decided to get right to it. "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to push you away or make you feel bad." Natalie smirked. "Yeah, of course you're feeling remorseful now. I could clearly hear you through the walls last night and this morning." Lily felt a hot blush come to her face. "Sorry." The blonde put down her phone with a soft sigh. "Don't be sorry. I wanted this for you, ever since you told me your fantasy. I just thought maybe we could... do some of it together." "We can," Lily said. "I just don't want to rush into it. This is all really new to me. I mean, he's my dad. It's weird enough without involving my best friend right away, you know?" "I guess." Natalie shrugged. "I just thought you trusted me enough that we could... I don't know." Lily touched Natalie's bare knee. "Nat, I trust you completely. I want you to be happy. Please believe that." Natalie smiled. "I do. This is just our last summer together. I want it to be special." "Believe me, it already is," Lily said. "This isn't a summer I'm likely to forget anytime soon." "Yeah," Natalie said, casting her eyes downward with a grin. "Me neither. Can we forget we fought and go back to having hot sex with your dad?" Lily laughed softly, then embraced her friend in a hug. "You're such a slut, Natalie." "I know." \*\*\* They lay there for awhile in silence. Lily rested her hand on Nat's bare stomach, her arm around Nat's waist. It was perfectly comfortable. "So how was it this morning?" Natalie asked, interrupting her train of thought. "With your dad?" "Amazing. He basically came in the bathroom, bent me over the sink and had his way with me." Natalie's face lit up in delight. "That's amazing. God, I wish he'd do that to me." "You keep saying that. But I know how much you hooked up with my dad." Lily enjoyed the tiny, forbidden thrill of letting those words cross her lips. "Yeah, but not all spontaneous, like he just walks in the door and pulls my panties down." "So? You can arrange to make it happen. You're smart and hot." "Maybe I should just start lingering in the upstairs bathroom longer." "Really long showers," Lily said with a knowing expression. "The cleaner you get, the more he wants to make you dirty." They laughed together, then fell into a comfortable silence. "Lily," Natalie said at last. "Hmm?" "Suck your dad off with me. Tonight. When he comes home." Lily grinned as she felt her concerns and inibitions fall away and vanish. "Okay." \*\*\* They spent the rest of the day getting ready. They coordinated makeup, hairstyles, and finally outfits -- both of them choosing short skirts, stockings, and lacy cropped camisole tops. Natalie chose dark blue, and Lily went with purple. When they'd finished, they stood side by side before Lily's full-length bedroom mirror, admiring themselves and one another. "Let's face it," Natalie said. "We look incredible." "We do." "Your dad's going to want to just rip our clothes off and fuck us both the second he sees us." Lily felt her face get hot at Natalie's language. "God, let's hope so." Natalie laughed brightly and hugged Lily close. "So, what do you think?" "About what?" "Should we just yank his pants down the second he walks through the door, or what?" Lily covered her mouth with a hand. "God, Nat." "What? I mean, I can be spontaneous, but I feel we should at least be on the same page if we're going to be -- you know -- coordinating." "True enough, I guess. I don't think we should start the second he walks in. What if he has to use the bathroom or something? We should wait until he's sitting down." "Yeah, but before he changes clothes. He looks so fucking hot in that suit. I want him wearing it when he comes in my mouth." An extremely detailed visual ran through Lily's head at those words, and she exhaled slowly to slow her heart. "Well, as long as you know what you want." Natalie grinned. "Girl, this is what I've wanted since the moment I came out here to visit you. I can't wait." Lily watched her friend primp and preen in the mirror. She felt a sudden wave of affection, both elated and melancholy. She was about to do something forbidden and thrilling with her best friend, and that excited her beyond her ability to measure. But when the summer ended, they would part -- maybe for years, maybe forever. An uncertain future loomed in front of her, and she wanted more than anything to hide from it, even knowing that was impossible. That made it all the more important, she decided, to live in the moment and embrace what she had right now. Tonight, she was certain, they would make this summer one to remember. \*\*\* Afternoon stretched into evening, and the girls killed time by streaming YouTube videos to the TV. Five o'clock came and went, and Lily began to worry that her dad might be staying late. But then he texted to ask what they wanted for dinner, and her anxiety faded away -- to be replaced with anxious excitement for his arrival. [Pizza?] she texted, adding a pizza emoji at the end, just in case her message was unclear. [Yes, order some] he texted back. She sent a smiley face and opened the pizza app. "Is he coming home?" Natalie asked from her end of the couch. She had been squirming with eagerness for the last forty-five minutes. "Yup. Should be about an hour. The pizza will probably get here before him." "Cool," Natalie said, scrolling through her phone. "Do you want to answer the door naked for the pizza guy?" "Nat, no." "Do you want to fuck him if he's cute?" "Not only no, but fuck no." Natalie spread her hands in mock exasperation. "Lily, you're such a prude. Where's your sense of adventure?" Lily grinned and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Tell you what. You answer the door naked, fuck the pizza guy, and I'll watch and take a video. And then upload it to the internet." She had expected this raising of the stakes to slow Natalie in her tracks, but the other girl raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Do you dare me to?" Lily winced, her bluff called. "Goddammit Natalie, no I don't." "Because I will, swear to God." "Why don't we save it for sucking off my dad?" Lily spoke the sentence, then burst into nervous giggles. Speaking the words made her feel bold, slutty, transgressive... and aroused. Natalie noticed this and shook her head good-naturedly. "You're starting to love your sick incestuous fetish a little too much." "All your fault." "True." The pizza delivery arrived a half-hour later. Lily and Natalie answered the door together. The delivery guy was passably cute, and they flirted with him a little as food and money exchanged hands. He seemed to enjoy the attention, as did they. But that was all. He took his generous tip and left. As she shut the door, Lily gave Nat some side-eye. "You didn't even offer to suck his dick. I'm starting to doubt this whole bad-girl image of yours." Natalie shrugged, deadpan. "He didn't ask me to. If he'd asked, I would have done it." Lily rolled her eyes as she deposited the pizza box on the kitchen table. "Lots of delivery drivers handing over pizza and then asking for their dicks sucked." "Bitch, you have no idea." They briefly debated about whether to wait for Rob to come home before eating, then decided they were starving. They settled on eating a slice apiece, then returned to the couch to watch more videos. "Are we really going to do this?" Lily asked, a few minutes into their fourth video. She felt her heart pounding again, tight against her chest. Natalie didn't look up from her phone. "What are you worried about? You've already fucked him. And gone down on him with me in the room." "Yeah, but this is... different." "How?" At that moment, they heard the sound of the front door opening. With mutual squeals of enthusiasm, they rose and rushed to greet him. "Hey, girls," Rob said as he came through the door. Lily saw his eyes widen when he spied their nearly-matching outfits. His gaze traveled up and down Natalie's body, then her own. She found she liked it very much. "Hi, Dad." She threw herself at him for a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist. Natalie got in on the hug, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. "Hi, Daddy." "Well, hello," he said, closing the door behind him with a push of his foot. "Did you miss me?" "Very much," Natalie said, turning the cheek kiss into a full kiss on the lips. He murmured -- startled, but pleased -- and returned it. Natalie leaned in, cupping his head in her hands, standing on tiptoe to reach him. When she had finished, she shot Lily an indulgent look and drew back, tilting her head slightly to encourage Lily to take a turn. Lily was slightly shorter than Natalie, and had to stretch even further on her toes to reach, but she took her turn gladly, throwing her arms around her father's neck to kiss him. He returned that kiss just as gratefully, leaning down to bring his face closer to hers as his hand touched the small of her back. As she explored his lips with her own -- thrilling anew at the taboo of kissing her own father this way -- she felt his hand slide under her top to touch her bare skin. The sensation was electric, arousing her almost instantly. Lily made a pleased sound into his mouth, pushing her whole body against him. Through the faint haze of her own excitement, she heard Natalie speaking. "Let us show you how much we missed you," she purred, and slowly sank to her knees. Her skirt rode high on her pale thighs as she knelt before him, running a hand down his body. Lily broke the kiss long enough to watch. Natalie, looking into Rob's eyes with a mischievous grin, fumbled with his zipper for a moment before wrestling it down. Oh, Natalie thought. So we're doing this right now after all? Her stomach turned a tiny somersault. As she watched, Natalie pulled her dad's cock from his pants. She cooed over it appreciatively, squeezing it in her hand as she admired it. Rob looked down at her in something like awe, touching her hair gingerly with one hand. Lily felt her arousal grow as she watched Natalie kiss and lick her father's cock with practiced motions. She'd always heard that girls weren't supposed to like the sight of penises -- but she loved seeing her father's. The curious oblong shape of the head, the way it curved up, the shiny tightness of the skin when it was fully hard. That it was her dad, and thus forbidden and taboo, only made it hotter. Now, she watched her father's cock disappear into the mouth of her best friend. He gasped as she swallowed it down, putting a hand on the back of her head. Lily stepped close, and his other arm slipped around her shoulder. "You girls planned this..." he moaned under his breath. She could feel him trembling, and discovered she liked having this power over him. Lily knew they were making one of his most forbidden fantasies true right now -- the kind of thing most people never even thought to dream about. She was going to help her best friend suck her dad's cock... because that was the kind of friends they were. The thought filled her with carnal joy. "We sure did," she said, kissing her dad on the cheek. Then she went down on her knees, too. She took a moment to admire Natalie's technique. Natalie was more aggressive than Lily tended to be, taking his cock into her mouth in long, deep, rapid strokes. Lily thought if she tried that, she might well choke. But it was fun to watch. Natalie had her eyes closed when Lily knelt, but after a few moments, she opened them and grinned a little around a mouthful of dick. She winked slyly. Lily took that as an opportunity, and reached up gingerly to grab her father's cock and squeeze. She heard him moan and felt him tremble. Squeezing herself in as best she could, she extended her tongue and brushed it across the his balls. To her delight, her dad actually swayed on his feet, stumbling a little. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. Natalie uttered a muffled giggle and withdrew, his cock popping out of her mouth. "Why don't we move this party over to the couch so you can sit down?" "Okay," he agreed weakly. Lily loved the acquiescent tone in his voice. He might have been the father of the house, but for the next little bit, at least, they were the ones in charge. Lily and Natalie worked together to take off his shoes and then, spontaneously but with uncanny coordination, take off his pants. They led him by the hand to the living room, where Natalie pushed him to the couch with a gentle shove. His cock bobbed comically as he landed. "Let's get to work," Natalie said, and pulled her top off with an indulgent grin. She tossed it in Rob's face. He removed it with a soft laugh, gazing at her body appreciatively. With a mischievous look, Lily raised her arms. Natalie took the cue and pulled Lily's top over her head. Rather than stepping away as she tossed it aside, she pressed her body to Lily's, hands coming up to cradle Lily's breasts. "Oh. Okay." Lily murmured in pleasant surprise, her words cut off as Natalie kissed her. She hadn't expected this, but it was neither unwelcome nor unpleasant -- and she knew her father was definitely enjoying the show. They locked lips for a minute or two, tongues intertwining, hands caressing bare flesh. The moment culminated in Natalie kissing down the side of Lily's neck, then closing her mouth around her left nipple, tongue flicking rapidly. A shudder of pure pleasure rippled through Lily's body, and she sighed in pleasure. Natalie pulled away at last, and they looked to Lily's dad, who was stroking his cock as he watched, eyes wide. "Do you want some attention, Daddy?" Natalie asked with a grin. He nodded eagerly. "Yes, please." Half-naked, they fell to their knees in unison. Natalie spread his thighs apart with her hands, and they squeezed in together with wide grins. Lily took a moment to appreciate how well they worked together, despite not having anything like a plan. Natalie slipped her hand around Rob's cock and put her other hand on the back of Lily's neck. "Your turn, sis." Lily had enough time to laugh nervously at the word "sis" before Natalie pushed her head down, gently but firmly. A moment later, her dad's cock had slipped into her mouth. Her gag reflex threatened to cut the fun short, but she bore down and managed to suppress it. Her body spasmed once as she struggled. Natalie patted her on the back and kissed her on the cheek. She set to work sucking his cock in earnest, bringing her mouth down to the edge of Natalie's hand and then back again, enjoying the complex landscape of his flesh on her tongue. Her father groaned and shivered with every stroke. Lily looked up from her work once, and met his eyes. He looked down at her with a rapturous expression, like he couldn't believe his good fortune. It had an incendiary effect on her, and she redoubled her efforts to bring him pleasure. She loved having this power over him, being able to make him shudder and moan and writhe. "God, Lily!" he exclaimed. "That feels so amazing..." She nodded and made an affirming noise with her mouth. "I taught her everything she knows," Natalie said, looking on with appreciation. Lily worked on him a little more before withdrawing with a bright smile. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to Natalie. "Your turn?" Natalie offered her a crooked grin. "How about both at once? I want us to make your dad come together." Lily giggled with the carnal novelty of it. Her dad gave a groan that seemed equal parts pleasure and trepidation. Squeezing together, they leaned in. They had to turn sideways so they could both fit. Natalie put an arm around Lily's shoulder and pulled her close. They each licked down one side of Rob's cock, tongues flicking expertly. They took quick turns putting the head in their mouths: first Natalie for a few strokes, then Lily, then back again. Natalie controlled the rhythm of the switches by holding the base of his cock gently between thumb and forefinger, tilting it to and fro, offering it to Lily like a prize. Sometimes their mouths would meet in the middle, and they would kiss briefly, catching the head of her father's cock between their lips and tongues. Lily found it both fun and incandescently hot. Between the two of them, it didn't take long for a sea change to take place in Rob. He went from relaxing and enjoying the treatment he was getting, to his whole body becoming as tense as a spring. "Oh, shit," he gasped, and the girls exchanged a knowing look. "Are you going to come for us, Dad?" Lily asked, relishing the taboo of the words as they came out of her mouth. "Yes..." he rasped. Lily grinned and slipped her hand around his cock, replacing Natalie's. She put her other hand on the back of Natalie's head. "You know what to do, Nat," she said. "Get down there." "Ooh, bossy. I love it." Natalie grinned and complied as Lily gently pushed her head down. She opened wide and took Rob's cock all the way in. "Fuck," Rob whispered, putting a hand on Natalie's neck. This time, Lily controlled the rhythm, moving Natalie's head back and forth -- a little rough, but not enough to make her friend choke. Natalie uttered a muffled cry, her eyes squeezed shut tight as his cock pistoned into her mouth. Her hand tightened on Lily's shoulder in an unspoken, eager signal. Lily wasn't sure how she understood, but she followed her instincts and moved Lily's head faster and deeper. Natalie tensed, uttering high-pitched cries around her mouthful of cock. Lily watched, fascinated, as her dad spun into orgasm. It seemed to happen all at once, a rapidly ascending curve. On impulse, she took his hand with her free one, lacing his fingers with hers. He squeezed. "Fuck! Natalie! I'm coming!" The last syllable stretched into a groan as his whole body stiffened, his hips bucking upward. Natalie's rhythmic cries gave way to a thick silence. Lily looked over at her friend and saw her swallowing hard, both eyes shut tight, mascara running down her cheeks in black tears. Her father groaned loudly, his hand squeezing Lily's tightly. Then he relaxed, all at once, going limp on the couch. Natalie withdrew, gasping happily for breath. Her cheeks were full of color, her mouth messy with spittle and come. She laughed brightly, wiping her mouth as she coughed a little. Lily thought she looked adorable. "Oh my god," Lily's dad said. "That was incredible." Instead of saying anything, Lily leaned down and put the head of his cock in her mouth lightly, cleaning him off. He twitched and moaned, his hand squeezing hers again. "You girls are amazing," he said. "And possibly a little evil." "Be fair, Daddy," Natalie said. "We're more than a little evil." "I think I can handle it," he said with a happy grin. Lily sat up and glanced over at Natalie, who had just finished wiping her mouth and chin with a tissue. She leaned in and kissed her, gently but with genuine affection. Natalie murmured happily and returned the kiss happily. When the kiss ended, she and Natalie hugged, pressing their bare bodies together. They turned their heads to regard Lily's dad with bright smiles. "We're glad you can handle it, Dad," Lily said. "Because we're not done with you yet." \*\*\* The rest of the summer went by far too fast. When Lily looked back on it later, the rest of that night was probably the best of the whole summer. The three of them stripped naked, ate pizza, and talked until they were ready to have sex again. They retired to Lily's father's room, where they kissed and stroked and played until Rob fucked both of them -- first his daughter, then her best friend. They went long into the night, finally collapsing in a sweaty, exhausted pile -- only to wake up early the next morning and start in again before breakfast. Lily couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so loved and contented. The tension between her and Natalie simply melted away, replaced by an easy affection and a constant simmering desire to urge each other to new erotic heights. When Lily's dad was around, they were most often naked or nearly naked; playing with each other, stopping to eat or watch a movie when fatigue finally got the best of them. On days when Lily's dad was at work, Lily and Natalie would amuse each other as they saw fit. Natalie introduced Lily to some new sex toys, using them on her as they watched mindless videos on the big-screen TV. They would wind each other into a frenzy, bringing one another to one orgasm after another -- and yet they'd still be eager to see Rob when he came home from work. As the summer neared its close and the time for them to part ways grew near, they distracted themselves with more daring escapades. One Sunday afternoon when Lily was feeling blue about the closing of the season, Natalie suggested they put on skimpy outfits and seduce Lily's dad at his office. And so they did exactly that. The office was functionally abandoned on the weekend, and they had a scorching threesome in his office. Natalie finally got her wish fulfilled: to be bent over a desk and fucked by Rob. Lily shot the whole thing on her phone while she patiently waited her turn. The three of them had sex in nearly every room in the house; in the back yard, by the pool, in Rob's SUV. Every day was a new adventure. But, as all good things must, eventually the adventure drew to a close. \*\*\* On the day of Natalie's flight back home, she and Lily lay sprawled in the bed. The night before had been delicious and exhausting; one of the girls holding the other while Rob fucked them, then switching sides until everyone was breathless, happy, and satisfied. None of them had bothered putting their clothes back on. It seemed pointless. Lily woke Natalie with a kiss on the lips. "Nat. It's time to get up." Natalie put a hand on Lily's face, pushing her away. "Forget it." "Come on. We've got to go. I'm sorry." "Okay," Natalie mumbled. They pulled on some clothes -- matching shorts and tee shirts -- and went downstairs. Natalie had packed all her things the night before, and her bags waited by the front door. A cab was coming to get her in a little under an hour. Lily's dad was in the kitchen when they came downstairs, fixing some eggs and fruit. He slid the plates onto the kitchen table as the girls reached the base of the stairs. "Hungry?" "Ravenous," Natalie said. "This looks delicious. Thank you, Daddy." She had fallen into the habit of calling him that and hadn't stopped since. Lily reflected with amusement that it might make things awkward in the future, if they all three went out in public. Then again, she thought, her days of being normal were probably already well behind her. The three of them sat down and ate. No one spoke for a long time. Each of them knew what the other was thinking. It was Natalie who spoke first. "I've had such a great time here," she said, putting down her fork, half her eggs uneaten. "I never wanted it to end." Rob smiled. "It definitely wasn't how I expected this summer to go." He took a sip of his coffee. "We'd love to have you back next summer, Natalie. I'd even pay for your plane ticket." "Oh yeah? Are you going to be my sugar daddy?" "How about just your dad?" Natalie actually blushed. Lily looked on in awe. She'd never seen Natalie get embarrassed, let alone blush. "I'd really like that," Natalie said, tucking blonde hair behind one ear. "I mean, we can still fuck, right?" Lily's dad nodded graciously. "Of course we can." "Then I'll see you next summer. Maybe even spring break." They laughed together. Lily took Natalie's hand and squeezed, looking into her best friend's eyes. \*\*\* Not long after, Natalie's phone chirped. It was a text from the cab driver. He'd arrived. With a collective sigh, they rose from the kitchen table. Natalie put on her shoes and shrugged on a light jacket. The three of them fell into a deep, tight hug at the door. Lily did her best not to cry. "We love you, Natalie. I'm going to miss you so much." Natalie sniffled. "I love you guys, too. This has been the best time of my life." The hug ended. Natalie straightened her hair, then kissed Lily's dad, first -- not a chaste kiss, but a deep and sensual one -- and then did the same for Lily. When it was over, she pulled out her phone. "Quick photo?" They leaned in together for a selfie: eyes bright, smiles wide, even though Lily could feel tears in her eyes. Natalie pocketed her phone. "I'll send that to you both later. I love you. Bye, guys." They exchanged another rapid hug and kisses on cheeks, and then Natalie had to go. As they watched the cab drive away, Lily's father slipped his arm around her shoulders. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. You'll see her again." "I know. I just... this summer went by so fast." He smiled as he shut the front door. "It's been a ride, though. You can't deny that." "I don't." She bit her lip, swaying a little in front of him, hands clasped behind her back. "I'm really grateful Natalie brought us together like this. I was a little jealous at first, but... I'm really happy." "I am too, sweetheart." "But," she said deliberately. "Now that she's gone, I'm also grateful to have some time alone with you. We have the entire rest of the year to get to know each other better." Biting her lip, she lifted her tee shirt over her head, revealing the naked flesh underneath. She let it drop, then wriggled out of her shorts, throwing them aside with a flick of one foot. "Besides," she said. "I'm going to miss my best friend so much. I'll need a lot of love and comfort from my dad." Smiling wryly, he stepped forward and put his hands around her waist. With a gentle tug, he pulled her to him, pressing her naked body to his clothed one. "You'll have all the comfort you want, daughter of mine. I love you." Lily slipped her arms around his neck. "I love you too, dad," she said, and kissed him. THE END

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Title: The journey starts anew. by foxy101 Tags: Domination/Submission, Fox, Incest, M/M, M/M/M, Orgasm Denial, Plot Development, Series, Story Progression, Teenagers, Wolf This story contains gay sexual relations between a fox his brother and their two friends. If any of that disgusts you in any way you should not be here. For those of you who continue to read I hope that you enjoy it. Comments are always appreciated. Today starts with our young, but experienced kit Kevin surfing the net for new ideas to try with his brother and their friends. He comes across a link for bondage videos, and a video pops up showing a young tiger being throat-fucked by an older horse. After the movie finished there was an ad to post your own sex tapes. The kit got a very naughty idea, and uploaded the video of Phil and himself that was made without his knowledge just a few days before. Kevin logged off and went down stairs. "Hey Jake, watcha doing?" "Hey Kevin" "Nothing, I was thinking of something to do today." "Why don't you give Alex or Phil a call?" "I already did they're both busy." "So I guess it's just you and me today." "Yea, so you got anything in mind?" "I think I could come up with something." "So I take it you found what you were looking for online." "Yea I found a few things I'd like to try and something I think you're really going to like." "What?" "Well if I told you it would ruin the surprise." "Come on. Just a little hint. Please." "Don't worry you'll find out soon enough." "Oh you're such a tease." "Oh come on you know you love it." "Okay. How long do I have to wait?" "Ten minutes I just have to set up a few things first." "Alright, but not a second longer." "I wouldn't dream of it." Kevin goes back up stairs and heads strait for his room. He dives into his closet, and looks for his new toy given to him by Phil. He grabs a long strap, and at the end of it was a strange mechanical ring. He gets up and runs over to his drawer, and pulls out a tube of lube. For the next five minutes Kevin gather all the items, and sets them up in Jake's room. He finally finished all the necessary preparation, and heads back down stairs. "Oh Jake, where are you? I have your special surprise all ready." Silenced filled the air. "Well since you won't come out then I'll just have to give your present to someone else." Jake pounces Jamie from behind forcing him to the ground kissing him vigorously. "Well it looks like someone wants to play rough. Perfect." "So where's my gift?" "Well, I was going to give it to you, but since you were so rude to me I might be having second thoughts." "Please, I love it when you give it to me hard." "Oh you naughty fox, how can I say no to that? Come on follow me." Kevin leads Jake up the stairs, and into his room. Jake sits on the bed, and Kevin stood in front of him. "So what's the surprise?" "You have to close your eyes first." "Okay" As soon as Jake closed his eyes Kevin grabbed his arms, and handcuffed them behind his back. He pulls out the strap like devise, and hooks it up to Jake. First attaching the metal ring to the base of his cock, and bringing the strap up and around his neck then down his back, and inserting a metal butt plug into his anus. "Now this is how it works. You're going to deep throat me, and if there isn't constant motion being felt by the censors in the strap on your neck you will get a nasty shock on both ends. I can control the power of the shock from this remote, so if you're a good boy after you're finished I'll set it to pleasure mode, and you'll get a very pleasant vibration until then that ring will not let you cum. I may even suck you off, but if you stop at any time I'll make it feel like you're being stretched by a log. Understand?" Just before Jake was about to say something his mouth was filled with hot fox meat. He immediately starts bobbing his head up and down sucking the entire shaft into his mouth. Kevin starts pumping in and out of his brother's mouth grabbing behind his ears and pushing down with force to aid his rapid thrusts. Jake gags at the cock hitting the back of his throat over and over again. Kevin removes his hand and turns the remote up to medium. Searing pain shoots in his ass and around his cock. "Uh uh, no gagging and just imagine this is only the medium level." Tears start rolling down Jake's cheeks as he starts sucking making sure not to gag anymore. Kevin stopped humping, and lets Jake do all the work. Every time Jake would gag or stop to breathe his whole body would clench up from the pain. Kevin would turn the dial all the way up just to watch Jake squirm. Kevin was reaching his limit, and started thrusting hard and fast down the fox's throat. Jake had felt the speed of his thrust increase, and knew it wouldn't be long before he received that sweet nectar he'd been waiting for. Kevin made one final thrust into his mouth pulling out almost all the way and sent jet after jet of fox cum into his mouth. Jake took a moment to savor the flavor before he gulped it down greedily. Now it's your turn. Kevin moved forward, and knelt down in Jake's lap grinding against his cock. "I thought you were going to suck me off?" "Well I guess if you don't want my ass I could just leave." "Wait please; I need your tight ass around my cock." "Hmm that's better." Kevin positions his tail hole over Jake's cock, coats it in lube, and slides it in. Both moan in unison as Kevin hops up and down in Jake's lap, clenching his ass around that thick poll. Kevin turns the dial on the remote to pleasure mode, and puts it to full power as he continues to milk Jake's cock with his ass. Only seconds later Jake cum's hard in Jamie's ass, both falling onto the bed, Kevin still connected to Jake. After an hour of cuddling and playful biting the two fox's get out of bed and walk down stairs. "So Kevin now that that is out of our system is there anything else you want to do?" "We could just rent a movie." "Any particular kind?" "A comedy is always good." \*\*\* Ring, Ring, Ring "Hello." "Hey baby how's my favorite little fox." "Wonderful. How's my big handsome wolf" "Miserable." "What's wrong?" "I miss you silly." "We just saw each other Saturday" "Yea, but that was three whole days ago" "Okay. So why don't you come over. Kevin and I were going to rent a movie." "Well I would, but I was hoping we could do something a little more intimate." "Well I could call Alex over and we could have a big sweaty orgy. Is that the kind of intimacy you had in mind." "Even though that sounds great, I was actually thinking maybe we could spend some alone time together, just you and me." "I don't know Phil. I mean how can I just leave Kevin by himself. He's my little brother and my mate. I do love you, but..." "I understand. I mean... if I had a mate... I wouldn't just go out with some other guy." "Stop that! You're not just some other guy. You're my mate too. I love me brother with all my heart, and Alex has been my best friend since we were little, but you are a huge part in my life. How can you say something like that, I love you more than anything." The door slams behind Jake as Kevin runs off. "Oh shit!" "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry I have to go. I'll talk to you later" Jake runs trying to catch up with Kevin. By now Kevin is at the bus stop sobbing. Jake comes up behind him and brings him into a warm embrace. Kevin tries to push away, but Jake just held him. "Please Kevin you have to understand." "I understand...you're in love with someone else" A silence filled the air. "Yes I am in love with someone else, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. Kevin, you are my brother and my mate, and you will always have a place in my heart, but I don't expect you to only love me. You're still young and you will have other loves and may even want to have a family one day. I will always let you have that freedom just as I know you will allow me to. Phil and I are lovers just as you and Alex are. And right now Phil needs to spend some time with me. He is feeling crowded and just needs to take a step back and breathe. Do you understand?" Kevin lifts his head up from his crouched position, and smiles. "I do understand big brother and I'm happy for you, Phil is a great guy." "That's better. You know how much I hate it when you cry." "Umm Jake, if you want I can go over to Alex's house and you can have Phil come over." "Are you sure?" "Yea I'm sure. I want you to." "Okay I'll call him back when we get home." "Alright let's go home." \*\*\* A knocking on the door can be heard throughout the house. Jake opens the door and finds a big white wolf staring back at him. "Hey Phil come on in." "So how's Kevin?" "He's fine; I talked to him and explained everything." "That's good. So...what do you want to do?" "Well you're the one who wanted to get intimate, so let's get intimate." "Can we just talk for a little while?" "Sure thing." They curl up on the couch and hold each other in a loving embrace. "So what's on your mind?" "Well I wanted to talk to you about something important. I'm moving." "What! What do you mean you're moving?" "I can't stay here." "Why not?" "It's my parents they found out that I'm gay" "You mean all this time they didn't know." "Yea" "So, what there just kicking you out" "No I left; they said I couldn't see you anymore." "Those bastards; how dare they. Where are you moving to, the other side of town?" "No, I'm going to Paris. I have a big job opportunity and I feel that I have to take." "But that's so far away" "I know that's why I was hoping you would come with me." "I...have to think about this." "Take as much time as you need." Jake takes a long time and thinks it through. Money wise, they would have no problem. They still have the life insurance coming in from their parents, but what about Alex and how will Kevin feel about this. This isn't something to be taking lightly. This would change everything; their whole way of life would be turned upside down. "Okay, looks like we're going to Paris." "What. Really?" "Yea, really." "Oh my God I'm so happy." "I am too, I really am." \*\*\* Two weeks later. Jake was upstairs packing for the move, and Kevin was at Alex's house spending as much time as possible with him before they had to leave. Kevin was taking the move pretty hard. Not so much his friends and school, he knew he would make new friends and the school in Paris seemed really nice. The only thing he would really miss would be Alex living right next door. He said he'd come visit, but who knows how long that would be. Phil came over to help with the packing, and give Jake the tickets. They would be leaving from Miami Int. at 10:00 p.m. and arrive in Paris, France at about 10:00 a.m. or 3:00 p.m. their time. "So Jake are you excited about the move"? "Yea, but I'm worried about Kevin. His only real friends are you and Alex." "Well have you asked Alex yet?" "I did and he said he give me an answer when we go to pick Kevin up." Meanwhile next door was Kevin riding Alex like a horse. You can hear the moans escaping the young fox as the one below him continues to thrust, every time putting both of them on the brink of release. His rapid thrust become even wilder, causing both to release jet after jet of cum. Alex leans forward to suckle on the young fox's cock drinking the last of his seed. They both stay there for awhile enjoying the last of their time together. Kevin's face froze as he heard a knocking at the door. He tried to get up, but was unable to since he was still tied to Alex. Alex just smiled picked him up, and walked over to the door. The door opened and two familiar faces were seen. "Jake the answer is yes." "That's great, are you already packed?" "I packed as soon as you asked me to live with you guys." Kevin turned around and his face just lit up as he stared into his lovers eyes. "So you're really moving with us?" "How could I not move in with all my favorite people? You guys are the only ones that make this town livable, especially you. With you gone how could I ever survive?" "You couldn't." Kevin says as they hug in a loving embrace. "Okay guys let's get going we don't want to miss our plane." "Phil's right, you guys better go get cleaned up, unless you want to go like that. I don't mind, but we might have a hard time getting on the plane." The two them go in the shower, wash up, get dress, and they all get in the taxi. After checking in the luggage, and going through all the security measures they finally board the plane, and wait to depart on their new journey. To be continued...

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Title: DEAD FUR 1: Stranded by Demonic_Pidgeon Tags: Blowjob, Bottomless, Canine, Cum, Doberman, Feline, Handjob, Infected, Island, Lynx, Oral Sex, Orgasm, Series, Story, Straight, Undead, Vaginal, Violence (Not In Yiff), Weapons, survival, zombies **DEAD FUR 1: STRANDED** What usually woke David up was his alarm clock, but this time it was the call of seagulls and the following sound of the calm ocean spray drenching the rocks nearby. The doberman pinscher opened his eyes, sand burying the lower half of his face as he lay prostrate on the beach. He slowly pushed himself up and wiped the sand from his jaw, looking around him at the palm trees and up at the bright blue cloudless sky. No one else seemed to be in sight as he stood and stretched, his head pounding with intense pain as he weakly attempted to recover his memory of the night before. The last thing he could think of was sitting in his office, messing around on his computer during the closing minutes of the day. He brushed the sand from his white tee and long khakis, shaking some of it from his combat boots. His hand came up to grasp at his neck, but there was nothing there...dog tags were gone. Evidently, he had either been kidnapped or gotten seriously, SERIOUSLY wasted after work, although this didn't exactly feel like a hangover...more like recovering from a fight. His vision blurred as his eyes came into focus, and he turned slowly to examine his surroundings. The fact that he wasn't dreaming seemed rather obvious, but the question remained in his mind: What the fuck was going on? It wasn't long before a scream from nearby seized his attention and brought him to a state of alertness. Without thinking, he dashed in the direction he heard it, somewhere along the beach on the other end of the trees to his right. He jumped over several boulders and nearly slipped on a coconut, rounding the corner and spotting a female lynx about his age running and screaming. His eyebrow raised momentarily, but then he spotted the pursuing figures behind her. They were all dressed in about the same, regular clothing one might find their neighbors wearing in the suburbs or a small town. And yet, the crowd running after the girl seemed a bit different...when they got close enough, he realized just HOW different. Their eyes were rolled back slightly into their heads, and blood dripped from their bottom jaws as they ran toward her full-speed with their arms outstretched, snarling as they foamed at the mouth. Never in his life did he think he would witness such an event, and yet it did nothing to slow his reaction time. He instinctively ran toward the girl and extended a hand. "Come with me!" he shouted. She nearly doubled back at the sight of him, but upon his command realized that he was not one of "them." She quickly took his hand and they both ran off towards the trees, steering away from the crowd of what appeared to be civilians infected with rabies or some kind of similar virus. The pair dashed through the treeline as the crowd pursued them, mindlessly running after the stranded couple with an unparalleled thirst for blood and innards. They soon neared a clearing that revealed a large cliff in front of them, a long and shaky wooden bridge closing the gap between the expanse as it wavered back and forth in the tropical breeze. It looked to be as old as the island itself, but that didn't stop two healthy survivors from seizing the chance to avoid certain death. "Christ...come on!" he shouted as they ran for it, the doberman running first to make sure it could handle both of their weight. The two weren't able to run across it quite as fast as they might have liked, but survival was better than speed at this point. Of course, it became something of a different story when the rest of the crowd caught up to them and boarded the bridge behind them. Remarkably even in their state of mind, the pursuers were able to process the fact that a single-file motion was probably best, although they failed to evaluate just how weak the bridge was. The ropes shook the other two in front of them as they stepped across the planks, the old wood waving back and forth as they nearly fell off. The chasm beneath them stretched for what seemed an eternity, fog hiding their view of the bottom as birds flew by underneath them. David could hear his heart pounding a mile a minute as they crossed, and he knew she was in no better condition. She screamed as she nearly fell off, but quickly grabbed his hand as he pulled her to the other side safely. With incredible speed she drew a switchblade and flicked it out, sawing through the ropes in desperation. The infected had nearly crossed when she snapped through the third rope, one side of the bridge tipping and sending them falling to their death. A few of them were able to hang on, but she soon cut through the fourth and last cord, the entire bridge falling down and smacking audibly against the cliff wall on the other side of the expanse. David turned to the lynx girl, both of them out of breath as the "zombies" on the other side of the cliff ran off to find the nearest alternative crossing. "So are you going to tell me what the fuck this is?" he said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heartbeat pounding as it slowed down gradually. "I'm Faye," said the lynx as she turned and walked off down the path. "And this is Roadkill Island." Fire crackled in the pit as a large kodiak bear stirred the coals beneath it with a long fire poker, grunting as he turned the fish over one by one. Tents and supply bags sat nearby, the bear concentrating on his meal. "Fuckin' zombies...yeah, right. Try to scare me, bub, it ain't gonna work." The kodiak sniffed the cooking fish in the air, as well as the scent of two approaching figures. He stood on his guard as he grabbed his double-barrel sawed-off shotgun, facing Faye and David as they entered the campground. "Faye! Where the hell have you been? Me and Tasha have been looking all over for you! And who the fuck is this?" "What the hell are you doing, Carl?!" shouted Faye as she ran forward and kicked the fire out, knocking the fish off the grill and into the hot coals. "Didn't you hear a word the guy said? The zombies can spot the smoke from a mile away, we have to get out of here!" "That's bullshit," said Carl as he walked toward the fire. "There ain't no zombies. And look what you did to our food! Now it's gonna taste like crap..." "Bullshit, huh?" said Faye as she wiped a strand of hair out of her eye, kicking out the last of the flames and turning to gather what little supplies they had. "Well, me and my new friend here just outran a whole score of the bastards back on the beach! Now grab your shit, we're moving further inward." "Just a buncha fakes," said Carl, picking up the burnt fish and shaking his head. "If the guy had enough money to drop us all off on a remote island for entertainment, he's sure as hell got the kind of money to pay a bunch of extras..." "They weren't extras," said David as he walked forward. "They chased us across an old bridge, and we cut it down and killed at least ten of them. The rest of them paid no attention and ran off to find another way around. If we don't move quick, they'll come after us, regardless of smoke signals." He stared the bear in the face with a stern look as he spoke. "I'm afraid what we're dealing with is the real thing. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be in the loop as far as what the hell we're dealing with." Carl snorted as he brushed the ashes off several fish. "Who the fuck is this guy?" "He's the fourth member of our team," said Faye as she picked up a snub-nose revolver and handed it to David. "And this is his weapon." David took it from her and examined the ammunition inside, spinning it before concealing it in the small of his back. "So how come I get the revolver and you get the switchblade?" "It's part of the game," said Faye as she packed the rest of their open food in a sack and pulled it shut. "We were all dropped off on this island by some billionaire psychopath who wants to see if we can survive the natives. The natives, of course, being those things chasing us and whatever the hell they're infected with. Each of us gets one weapon, and if we use another person's weapon before they're dead, we get sniped on the spot by one of the aerial drones." She looked up at the sky as one of them flew over them, surveying their actions as well as the island around them. "So, we've all been kidnapped and we need to survive," said David as he helped them gather their supplies. "What's the objective?" Faye shot him a grim look as she began taking down one of the tents. "To outlast the other teams." Chad reluctantly began helping them pack as they gathered their things together, slowly taking his tent apart as he spoke. "Four teams of four, each person has their own weapon. We break any of the rules, we get dropped on the spot. Outrun the zombies, and survive longer than the other teams, who have supposedly been placed at remote locations on the island." He finished rolling up his tent as he grabbed his bag of food. "We get bitten, we have only one hour to heal." "And how do we do that?" said David as he picked up a box of .45 ammunition, stuffing it in the sack designated for him, his tent still packed inside the bag next to it. "You might have noticed the bracelet secured to your left wrist," said Faye as she motioned to the glowing blue gem on David's arm. "When that goes out, that means you've been infected, and you're not fully healed until it's glowing brightly again and it isn't fading or blinking." "That's good to know, but that still doesn't answer my question," said David, picking up his things. As the rest of them finished packing, a tall and slender cheetah femme walked into the clearing, flicking the shoulder-length hair out of her eyes as she adjusted the scoped rifle around her shoulder. David nearly pulled out his weapon before he realized she was just like them, uninfected and on their side. "Well, what's the commotion all about?" she said as she walked toward her tent. "We're moving already, and you didn't tell me?" "Zombies on the move," said Carl as he rolled his eyes. "These two seem pretty convinced we're dealing with the real thing." "Well, I'm right with them," said the cheetah as she began packing her stuff as well. "Picked off a few from a distance after they chased after me. None of their friends seemed to care that much. Who's the new guy?" She shot him a teasingly seductive smile as she undid her tent. "David," said the doberman as he gave her a nod in return. "I'm pretty new to this whole thing, so I'd appreciate any of you showing me the ropes." The cheetah smirked as she began rolling up her tent, giving him a good view of her hourglass figure from behind. "Tasha. Not much to tell, really...kill them before they kill us. Conserve ammunition until we're convinced that the refill program is legit. And don't touch any of my fucking food..." "Refill program?" said David with a cocked eyebrow. "The psycho and his organization have promised to send us ammo on a weekly basis by hovercraft to our location. As far as food goes, however, the amount we've thus far been given needs to last us until we either learn to hunt or we're fucked." "I'll take care o' that part," said Carl, adjusting the ammo belt around his shoulder and glancing down proudly at the shotgun shells filling it. "Nobody's gonna starve on this team. Well, at least, not until the zombies get me." He laughed as he picked up his gear and began walking up the hill. "So if my ass ain't covered, one o' y'all better cover it for me!" "Just one thing left," said David as he picked up his stuff and the two females began carrying their things beside him. "If one of us is bit and the light goes out, how do we heal before the hour runs out and we die or turn into them, or whatever?" Tasha grinned wickedly as she walked ahead of them toward Carl, the thick brush of the jungle concealing her lower half as her serpentine tail swished slowly behind her. "We fuck." Moonlight cast its soft pale glow over the dock by the lake as Tasha set up the last tent, the four of them concealed in the shade of night as wild animals called through the air. "That should do it," said the cheetah as she threw her supplies inside her tent. "I've got a hunch these things hate water, and from what I saw on the way over here, they can't see jack in the dark. One of them ran into a tree without even spotting it. Night time gives us the advantage, as they seem to be either mostly asleep or too sluggish to hunt...I just hope the moon isn't this bright every night." She looked up at the orb in the sky as she sat on the dock next to the other three. "What makes you think they hate water?" said Carl, trying not to laugh at her guess. "Well, you've seen the way they behave around the ocean," said Tasha. "Or maybe you haven't. Even a little spray of water has them screaming and wiping off their own body, like they just got set on fire or something." "We saw it," said Faye as she looked over at David. "We were running so fast trying to escape, but I was able to gather that they didn't care much for going near the edge of the water." "We'll see if this is a good spot or not," said Carl as he wrinkled his nose. "I'm still not entirely convinced we oughta be camping anywhere on the ground." "So what are you saying, Mister 'Let's-Light-A-Fucking-Fire-Right-Out-In-The-Open'?" said Tasha with light contempt. "We build a fucking treehouse or what?" "Right now, you're thinkin' about the apple," said Carl metaphorically. "I'm thinkin' about apple pie. Ya dig?" "Whatever we decide, let's make sure we hit every last detail," said David as he stood to walk towards the trees. "Letting anything slide leaves us all vulnerable to attack. We can't afford to let that happen, or all four of us might as well be fucked. There's power in numbers, and we'd better make those numbers count." "So where are you off to?" said Carl. "I thought you said we gotta stick together or some lame shit!" "You wanna hold my hand while I take a piss?" said David as he stepped off through the brush. Not a moment after he had spoke, one of the infected leaped out in front of him and bit deep into his shoulder. David gasped as he fell back, the zombie roaring as it clawed at his chest, desperate for the goodies inside as blood gushed from the open wound. David kicked the creature off of him, and it fell backward off the edge of the dock into the water as Faye ran over to the doberman. The infected one screeched as it thrashed around in the water, causing a great disturbance as it struggled to stay alive. Carl ran up to the edge and blew a large portion of its head off with a load of buckshot at a close range, its body sinking into the murky water as blood slowly dyed that area of the liquid's surface. "Great," said Carl as he reloaded his weapon. "Now I can't fish OR swim in there!" "Nothing a quick orgy can't fix," said Tasha with a wink. Faye held up David's head as she examined the wound, careful not to touch any of the blood. Just like that, the light in David's bracelet went out, the doberman now infected with zombie blood from the wounds. Faye gasped as she stood, covering her mouth. "David...you're..." The pinscher sat up and coughed as he looked at his bracelet, cracking a weak smile at the rest of them as he pulled out his revolver. "Well, I guess that's it then," he said as he pressed the barrel to his own temple. "See you guys on the other side..." "Wait!" shouted Faye. "Let's at least see if it works...I mean, the healing." "You're damn right," said Tasha. "Hell, I'd give it a shot." "What do you mean?" said David, still holding the gun to his head. "How the fuck could that possibly make any sense? Once you're infected with this disease, all you gotta do is blow your load and everything's better all of a sudden? I don't understand why..." His eyes widened as Faye reached down the front of his khakis. He felt his cock stiffen slightly at her touch, and a faint glow began emanating from the center of the blue gem on his bracelet. He looked up at her as he slowly put the gun down, completely at a loss for words. "No way." "We have to try," said Faye with a worried look, grabbing his hand as she helped him stand. "If this doesn't work, we've got enough firepower to take you down. But everything the voice has told us so far has been true...from the moment we woke up and found each other, we knew there was an angle to this whole game." "Pretty fucked up game if you ask me," said David as he followed her to one of the tents. "And don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against getting at least one more lay in before I kick the old bucket. I just don't want any of you in danger..." "We're all in danger as it is," said Faye, taking him into a tent and shooting the other two a dirty look before closing it. They took the hint and began circling around the edge of the lake, keeping their guns poised as they searched for any other infected that might have been traveling with the other one. Between the zombie's loud cries before its death and the loud boom of the shotgun soon after, one wouldn't doubt they might attract the attention of any of its nearby friends. Faye slid on top of David inside the tent as she slipped off the doberman's pants slowly, admiring his shaft as it stiffened, taking off his boots before setting his trousers next to them. She slid her hands up his powerful legs before leaning down and gripping the sensitive flesh, the rod slowly increasing in size as her thin fingers wrapped around it and began stroking up and down. David grunted as he leaned his head back, holding a bandage from the supply sack to his shoulder as she stimulated his length. A shudder ran down his spine as she teased him gently. She certainly was an attractive one, the feline purring as she looked up at him while licking from the base of his canine shaft to the tip. Finally it was hard enough, and she began stroking him off, kissing the sides of his veiny bulge as she teased it with her tongue. A warm breath escaped her lips onto his balls as she sucked on them, the orbs rolling around on her tongue as she tasted the musk he had built up all day. She took it into her nostrils dreamily as she slowly slipped his entire cock in her mouth, beginning to bob her head up and down while she looked at him. She certainly wasn't wasting any time in the healing process. His gem was already glowing half as intense as it had before, but somehow he just knew the mouth alone wouldn't do it, and she caught on quickly as she smacked her lips off the tip. "Don't worry," she said as she slid further up, undoing her jean shorts and pulling them down off her ankles before rubbing her panty-covered pussy against his boner lewdly. "I've had some practice before." She slipped the white undergarments softly down her curved thighs before throwing them on top of the other clothing, spreading her legs and giving him a good look at her taint before she guided his prick into her tight pussyhole. He could feel the slick walls wrap around the length as she pressed herself down, riding him cowgirl-style as she leaned forward. He didn't ask as he ran his hands up her shirt to play with her tits under her bra, the lynx leaning in for a wet kiss as their privates rubbed against one another. Slowly but surely, she was able to get the rest of his dick inside of her as she bounced up and down, her own pussy's juices running down her legs as she became excited. She wouldn't lie, the experience was turning her on as well. She hadn't seen much action in her time, for as pretty as she was; she had always considered herself a moral girl, but secretly a pervert on the inside. Right now, the opportunity had rarely presented herself wherein she could be both, and she was doing so with no shame whatsoever. David grunted as he felt his climax building. He hadn't fucked a pussy this tight since high school; the skill she had riding him the way she did was almost impossible, considering how "unskilled" she must have been. His fingers circled her nipples as he teased her tits, a feminine groan escaping her lips into his ear as she bit his neck hard. His eyes widened as he gasped, precum leaking from the tip as he felt a warmth build from inside of his center. Normally he would hold it off for another good half hour or so, but this time was different; he needed to get healed as quickly as possible, and the light was almost all the way there. His face tightened as he grabbed her ass, slamming his canine dick deep into her feline pussy as her tail raised. She moaned as she felt his hot cum spray inside of her, his male juices coating her walls as her pussy trembled. She grinned as his gem glowed to the fullest, and this time it stayed as bright as it had been, David fully healed as far as the orb on his wrist had implied. The lynx slowly lifted herself off of him, cleaning off his juice with her panties before putting them back on, glancing down at David's soaked cock as he sat there on the tent floor. "I sure hope that did the trick," she said with a wink. "Wait," said David as he sat up, out of breath from the orgasm. "What about you?" "Maybe some other time," said Faye with a grin as she finished dressing, turning back to him at the edge of the tent. "Normally I'd say yes, but right now we need to stay on the alert." Her tail swished behind her as she blew a kiss. "I hope the next time, we can enjoy each other on different terms." With that, she walked out and left him exhausted inside. With that, the doberman collapsed backwards and dozed off. In his mind, it may have been the last time he would ever see the light of day; and yet, he wasn't so troubled by it.

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That bitch had been eyeing her for so long that Ruth was starting to feel like she was the one who had done something wrong. That smirk, that sly grin, constantly dancing on the edge of their lips, the sneer that only grew more powerful as the minutes ticked away and the silence between the two grew thicker still. If not for the clock on the wall filling in slightly, the nothingness in the room would probably be solid; as it stood though, it was the one thing standing between their precarious status quo and one of them breaking down into tears… and it wouldn’t be the one cocky asshole giving Ruth that shit-eating grin. To be “fair” to them, their mouth was barely even visible at all. Goodness knows why someone carrying a pair of breasts so massive they obscured most of their upper body and head would show up to a job opening for a secretarial position at a genuinely respectable company; as much as Ruth liked to think she didn’t judge people by the way they looked, every second she spent looking at the rabbit in front of her made her wonder just how many porn flicks they’d been involved in, because there was absolutely no way in hell those were real, not with how firm and stuffed they looked. The ultra-short miniskirt didn’t help either; did Ruth walk into an audition without even realizing it? The snake girl shook her head, trying to get those thoughts out of it. It was unbecoming of someone like her to be that judgemental, even if she felt slightly justified given the way that other woman was treating her; maybe she just liked having a chest so massive it was hard to see past it, one that made walking through doors more of a chore and an engineering problem than anything else. Maybe she just liked the overblown sexdoll aesthetic, who was Ruth to judge with her noodle of a body and complete lack of any visible assets? She certainly didn’t feel jealous about those proportions, absolutely not; that was not jealousy she was feeling welling up inside of her and making her want to scream in frustration while holding her flat chest and wailing about how much of a waste her puberty had been. Not in a million years. “What makes you think you have a chance?” Her voice was just as aggressively raspy as Ruth expected it to be, which didn’t bode well for that burning sensation she was trying so hard to contain inside of her heart. Looking up to face the rabbit would only give them the satisfaction they were looking for; it was best to just keep staring at the floor and pretend she didn’t hear anything. “Last time I checked, they didn’t hire people that looked like rummage sale rejects from the pool toy bin,” the bun kept needling, “though last I checked, even those noodles had something to hold onto. Do you stuff your bras just so the straps won’t fall off?” She was trying to get her mad. That or frustrated; regardless of which was the case, the intent was clear, and Ruth refused to give into it. The last time she allowed her emotions to get the better of her, the snake gal spent several hours sobbing into a pillow after saying a few choice words that ended two friendships and seriously strained a third, a regrettable day that still haunted her in her worst moments. Not that those “friends” were worth keeping around, but Ruth still hated yelling at people, which was pretty good considering what she really felt like doing at that point was coiling up in a corner of the room and pretending like the whole day just didn’t happen. “Honestly, you’re better off going home before you’re called up,” the rabbit insisted, “do you really think they’re going to hire you to man the front desk? I’ve seen more exciting things while staring at wet paint and you think you have a chance compared to me?” Ruth could feel her fists trembling as she clenched them, daring to glance upwards… only to watch as the rabbit’s bust seemingly swelled outwards to strain her already-struggling button-up shirt to the point where a few of its buttons popped off and hit the ceiling at top speed. She could grow as well, she was a hyper! Goodness gracious, she really was out of her league… “Face it, you’re not getting this job. So fuck off and let the big girls do business. Who knows, maybe if you cry enough about it, the titty fairy will finally pay you a visit~” In that moment, Ruth wanted to get physical. She wanted to get up and take a swing at the bitch until she slapped that smile off her face and knocked her so off-balance that she’d be pinned down by her own oversized tits. She really wanted to do it… but she couldn’t, not when her body’s immediate reaction to the perceived threat was overruled by her mind breaking down underneath the constant, unrelenting assault of her own insecurities, played so masterfully by a rabbit that was obviously immensely skilled at tuning into people’s weak points… or was just your bog standard asshole, it was hard to distinguish between the two. Everything that Ruth feared and hated about herself had somehow been triggered by what amounted to a bully’s petty insults, leaving her on the verge of a breakdown; the only way out was to get up, nearly knocking her chair down in the process, and slithering away into the nearest elevator, the jeering laugh and the bun’s shrill voice haunting her all the way down to the ground floor. Even the bustling sounds of the city weren’t enough to drown it out, and it was a miracle how Ruth avoided shedding a single tear until she was in the safety of her apartment, her head deep inside of her favourite pillow. She was right, the bitch was absolutely right; who in their right minds would hire her over someone like them? The snake was plainer than paperwork, to the point where her main strategy for going unnoticed in a party was just sitting down somewhere; didn’t even have to be a corner, it was as if she just blended into the background where no one could see her. Meanwhile, not only was she constantly exposed to people who were far bigger and more voluptuous than her, but she was also reminded on a daily basis that she’d never be anywhere near as big as them, not after her teenage years flew over her head and left her with nothing to remember them by. All Ruth could do was wish that she was bigger, wish it with all of her might, because that was everything she had left: wishful thinking. Maybe someday, someone far smarter than her would come up with some way to save those who hadn’t been blessed by genetics with the sorts of curves they most desired, and maybe, several years after that, the snek would have enough money saved up to actually go through the procedure. In the meantime though, all she could do was carry on with the rest of her day like an automaton, going through the motions without the slightest hint of enthusiasm behind them, until finally she could curl up on her bed, cover herself with a blanket and forget about everything for a few hours. The night went by almost instantly, one of the rare occasions where Ruth was vaguely aware of the time passed between her closing her eyes and the sun forcing her to open them back up. Dreamless and restful, it gave her the energy needed to face the new day with at least something resembling a half-smile; perhaps her current coworkers would have something to cheer her up, maybe a few dumb jokes or stories about what they did with their weekend. Ruth felt odd though, almost like her whole body was cramped and refused to move properly; uncoiling herself had never taken so long before, so much so that she began worrying if something was actually wrong with her. It took throwing the blanket off of herself for the snake to realize what had happened, and the ensuing scream was loud enough that she instinctively covered her mouth in response, as if that would make the neighbors stop worrying about what happened to her. She had breasts. Hell, she had tits, given how huge they were; uncoiling had been difficult because, somehow, she had sprouted a pair of sweater puppies overnight that ended up locking in place underneath her chest, making it difficult for her to tug them free given how used she was to not having anything in the way. The more she looked at them, the less she believed they were real, and yet the weight was clearly there, their forms were obviously present, their softness was palpable… everything about them was real, and yet they couldn’t possibly exist. Could they? They could. They had to. This had to be true, the universe wouldn’t be that cruel to her! And indeed, the more she squeezed them, the more Ruth came to understand they were absolutely there, they were absolutely real, and goodness were they soft and eminently squishy! She could see herself just lying there for hours, doing nothing but playing with her own bust and making her neighbors wonder just what was going on with how loudly she was moaning… and honestly, she was just about to do that when she remembered she was supposed to go to work that day, which brought with it a whole new set of problems. The snake gal had no clothes for herself, not at that size. A quick look in the mirror revealed that her brand new mounds were at least as big as a large watermelon each, if not more so; how was she supposed to cover up when all of her shirts were made for someone that was flatter than a board?! Ruth spent a good fifteen minutes panicking as she went through her selection, desperately hoping to find something large enough that she could pass for decent while wearing it, to no avail. No matter what she picked, it either refused to fit her past a certain point on her bust, or did so only to rip into shreds moments later, leaving her with absolutely no choice but to keep trying and please, heavens above, give her something that she could wear! The snake’s prayers wouldn’t go unanswered, though it took long enough that she was probably going to be late to work unless she broke speeding laws multiple times over. The very last item of clothing left in her closet, a larger-than-average button-up shirt she once bought on a whim because she thought it looked nice, only to get home and realize it was far too big for her to actually use; it was her salvation, brought to her by the very gods, and not a minute too soon as well. The moment she got the last button in its place, her breasts spilling from every hole and looking more indecent than they would if she just went nude, Ruth hurried into the kitchen, grabbed a few cookies and then bolted out into her car, having to squirm into place before readjusting her seat. The drive to work was fraught with concern and tight chests, and obviously plenty of red lights, just to piss her off; by the time the snake got to the office building, she was already half an hour late and lacking in any excuse but “Look at my tits!”, so she barreled into the nearest elevator, filled it up with her coils, and slammed her hand against the fourth floor button, hoping to maybe catch her boss having a good day. And if she didn’t, she still had her tits! When the doors opened, what Ruth saw was a very angry-looking canine… for about two seconds. The moment he got a good eyeful of what his employee looked like, the snake’s immediate superior had his jaw practically unhinge from his skull, unashamedly allowing his mouth to fall wide open and giving the snek the perfect opening to slither around him, offer a half-hearted excuse and then hurry to her cubicle. Success! Her coworkers were quick to notice that something was wrong, though no one had the guts to stand up and loudly proclaim that their previously-flat colleague suddenly had a pair of almost literal melons attached to her chest. Their looks though, they betrayed that thought, they told her everything she needed to know about it, and she adored every second of it. Every half-glance, every sideways stare, every moment they tried to steal when they thought she wasn’t looking, not to mention the sudden and very conspicuous increase in the number of times someone needed her “help” with something that could be resolved in under five seconds with a quick database search. Ruth didn’t mind; for once, she was the center of attention, and she basked in it with as much glee as she bathed in the sun whenever hitting the beach. However, something began to worry her, though what exactly was still up for debate. It was an unconscious thing, poking at the back of her head, a sense of impending doom that was still too vague for her to really pay much mind to. For some reason, Ruth felt like things were about to take a turn for the worse, though how was still undecided. It wasn’t until lunch time, when she slithered out from her workspace and towards the cantina, that the snake realized something actually was wrong: her shirt was tight. Now, the button-up piece wasn’t built for the kind of bust it was holding back, but it did fit her, even if just barely; the amount of soft flush that bulged out from between the buttons was downright excessive and she had to be very careful not to pop anything out, but it held, and that’s what mattered. Now though, now Ruth looked at herself and saw that something was missing: the first button. It was unmistakable, it wasn’t there; whether it had fallen off or was shot out like a cannonball was anyone’s guess, but she was looking at a lot more cleavage than before, and despite knowing this was nothing if not alarming, the snek couldn’t help but bite her lip at the sight. It was almost enough for her to miss as her breasts swelled up another cup size, straining her shirt to the point where a second button was fired from it, her tits wobbling aggressively as they spilled out from the increasingly large window they were making for themselves. They were still growing. They weren’t done. She smiled. The Ruth that her coworkers saw moving into the cantina, looking taller than ever before and radiating dominance like some kind of weird lightbulb, was not the same Ruth that had come out of the elevator just a few hours prior. Each motion of her tail brought such swaying to her bust that it refused to settle down, its soft, wobbling flesh jiggling like gelatin at the slightest provocation. It was outright indecent, and certainly against dress code for the company, but no one had the strength or determination to walk up to her and tell her off for it; especially not when she slithered up to the counter and made a show of moving her hand towards her meal to pluck the third button to pop out of her shirt from it, waving it around and loudly apologizing for being so clumsy and forgetting to wear something “proper” that day, right before sitting down in the one table that everyone had a line of sight to. Silence fell, all of Ruth’s coworkers entranced by the sight of the busty snake gal growing outwards with even more breastflesh as the minutes went by, seemingly unaware, or at least uncaring about the fact that her tray was being pushed further and further away from her. Ruth, stuck in her little world, wasn’t even paying attention to her food at all; her eyes were firmly focused on that deepening cleavage spread out in front of her, watching as it grew larger and bigger, as her breasts inflated and packed on so much weight that she doubted whether she’d be able to move at all by the time they were done. The process was speeding up, and it wouldn’t take long before Ruth began to notice two damp spots forming where her nipples were pressing tightly against the fabric; cue the sloshing starting in earnest a few seconds later, another button being undone, and her breasts ballooning outwards so quickly that she couldn’t help herself any longer. The moan that ensued was so loud that everyone in the building heard it, and was followed by the sounds of fabric ripping apart and wet splattering on a hard surface, when both of her teats erupted with jets of warm, thick milk that only seemed to grow more powerful as time went on! Everything turned into a haze, Ruth losing control of her body at around the same time as her tits grew too heavy for the table and she went crashing onto the ground. Every heartbeat made them larger, every second made them fuller, and all she could do was loudly beg for more, more, always more, until all that the snake could see was her own supple breastflesh, throbbing gently with its insane productivity. The creaking began soon after, the groaning after that, and the splashing of fluids continued in earnest as her milkiness skyrocketed to never before seen levels. All her coworkers could do was shout for everyone else to evacuate the building or call for help, while all of them nonetheless converged onto Ruth, eager to get a closer look at the spectacle in front of them. But Ruth didn’t care. This was what she wanted.

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Title: Heart of Hell Fire by Igasho Tags: M/F, Mild Romance, Plot Development, Supernatural, Transformation Hello and welcome to "Heart of Hell Fire." This is a project that I had fun doing if not for the plot then for the idea that it was based upon. I hope you enjoy this tale woven from the threads of mythology I gathered here and there. \~Heart of Hell Fire\~ Another day, another thousands of souls passing her by. It was an endless cycle that would have driven her insane had she been created with the gift of sanity. Her birth wasn't remembered by any, she was simply created along with the rest of the world. She had been one of the few to be born with the gods but she had been forever in their servitude. It didn't bother her though, she was created that way. She was created to be the perfect guardian. She was immensely strong, she had only been bested by three beings in her centuries of life. She was loyal, she had stood by as the guardian of the gates since the world was covered in lava and all that lived were great beasts that knew nothing but destruction and eating. She was monstrous, standing thirteen feet tall on four legs. The thing that made her terrifying was the fact that she couldn't die and she never slept. She was immortal as the very gods that she obeyed and every time she felt tired one of her three great heads would lie down to rest while the other two kept watch. However as time wore on she found her loyalty being questioned, not only by herself but by the many demons who wandered the lands of the underworld. They would speak in hushed tones but she could hear them, that didn't mean she could immediately understand them. It took practice and patience and one of her heads paying exclusive attention to it but she finally mastered the demons tongue and listened to their ramblings. "How can Cerberus just sit there?" one demon questioned the other as they herded the souls of the damned. "She has been the guardian for eons so what else does she know?" the other responded with a slight smirk on it's vulgar lips. "I doubt she has even had the pleasure we have," the first demon said with a hoarse chuckle as they slowly vanished from sight with the doomed souls. This had her thinking, she had never ventured farther into the underworld than the gate which she guarded and the throne room when her master called her to preform some tasks for him. With each passing day, each month, each year, each decade she stood watch her curiosity grew until it had reached its limit and she stood from her post. She went in a perfect line for the throne room, she needed to talk with the master. She ambled into the lavishly decorated hall, it's walls lined with torches and memorabilia of hero's that had succumb to the ultimate fate. Her large body moved with surprising agility as she maneuvered into the room obviously meant for creatures far smaller than herself. However, no matter how agile she was she still succeeded in knocking more than one object from its resting place. "Cerberus?" questioned a voice from far above and she knew she had reached her destination. Her three heads looked up in unison to face the very god of the underworld as he sat upon his demonic throne. "What are you doing in my chambers when I haven't called for you?" the god spoke, his very voice like a raging inferno. Cerberus merely looked at the god, questioning herself on how to speak to the lord. Cerberus cleared her throat and as clearly as she could her center head spoke in the language of the demons she observed, 'I have come with a request my lord.' The god of death had to take a moment to formulate a response. This beast that was created as long ago as himself had just spoken in a tongue that he had never suspected she knew how to speak. The god of death leaned slightly to the right and said, "well speak your request Cerberus." Cerberus thought quickly of the words she learned and this time the far right head replied, 'I wish to know the pleasures of the demons.' The death god merely smirked and said, "why would you want to learn such things Cerberus? You have guarded the gates for time unmeasured and haven't had any difficulties before. Why now?" Cerberus thought for a moment and the left head spoke, 'as you said my lord I have guarded the gates for such a long time I have done nothing else but watch souls march to their end. The only activity worth my memory is being captured or conquered by hero's who come to the underworld. Those are not fond memories my lord.' The death god placed his hand in his chin and thought for a moment. He had always thought Cerberus was as dull witted as she was monstrous but he was beginning to have second thoughts. "What would you do with these pleasures of demons?" the lord asked, his mouth behind his fingers. Cerberus looked at herself, all three heads looking at one another as if the other two had the answer. The three heads looked to the god of death and spoke in unison, 'I am not sure my lord. To be honest I never thought you would consider my request.' The death god let out a tremendous laugh, to think this beast wanted something she wouldn't know what to do with. The death god smirked darkly and said, "I suppose after ages of guarding the gates of hell one could get a bit bored. I grant your request Cerberus, you will have one year to enjoy the pleasures of a demon but be cautious. The underworld is far different inside than it is at the gate or in my great hall." Cerberus nodded and bowed her three heads to her master, then without warning her eyes snapped open and she watched as a thick black mist covered her from the tip of her nose to the slithering snake that was her tail. She howled loudly as she felt the mist invaded her body, ripping apart the old and sewing it back together into a different form. The god of death looked down upon Cerberus as she howled and screamed in pain. If she wanted the pleasure, she would have to withstand the pain. A small smirk graced his face as the black mist began to disperse and the new Cerberus appeared. Cerberus whimpered lightly as the pain began to worsen, she felt her bones be broken then reform. She felt her skin be cut then mended together. She felt some organs within her being removed while others were put in it's place. At the zenith of it all she howled in pain as she felt her very spine be broken then reset into a different shape altogether. As the pain lessened she panted for breath, her exhales sounding like painful whimpers as she sat on the ground. The cloud dispersed as it had come, silently and swiftly. As the mist vanished it revealed Cerberus and all of her changes. Her body was no longer the monstrous form that had entered the vast hall. Her body was leaner, curvier, she had the figure of a human. Her body was still gigantic by human standards, her height alone could easily reach the same thirteen feet she was when she was the monster. She looked at her body, her three heads searching each and every bit of it and storing the memory of it in their collective memory bank. She stood and examined the body further, enjoying the feeling of not being weighed down by her former bodies bulk. This humanoid body was very smooth and flexible compared to her past form and it was coated in a fine yet slightly coarse dark silver fur, it covered almost every inch of her new body. Her three heads were still present and they still held the same canine characteristics she had when she was the guardian of hell but they were now just a bit closer together since her shoulders were no where near as wide as they had been. Waving behind her was her serpentine tail, hissing and writhing as its independent mind adjusted to its slight change. She held up her front paws and found them to be transformed just as her body had been. They were now the hands of a human but with soft black pads on her palms and long black claws on her fingers. She looked down at her rear paws to find they had changed into the feet of a human but like her forepaws there were pads on the bottom and claws on each toe. She examined the trunk of her humanoid body closer, inspecting the two bulges on her chest finding them sensitive to her touch. She shivered a bit at her own ministrations, she was finding pleasure in the briefest of contact. This must be was what the demons meant when they told of their own pleasure. She would have continued with her bodily exploration but the great god spoke, "do you enjoy your new body Cerberus?" Cerberus's hands jumped to her sides and she bowed to her master, all the heads speaking as one, 'yes lord. Thank you for your great generosity.' The lord of death smiled to himself and said, "think of it not as generosity but as your payment for your years of unquestioned service. You may leave now Cerberus but remember, one years time in this body and that is all." Cerberus nodded quickly and left to explore her new body more before she explored the underworld. The god of death chuckled grimly to himself, "let us see what the underworld thinks of the new Cerberus. I might just be inclined to keep her this way." The god of death leaned back into his throne and held his hands together in thought, the underworld just became a bit more interesting. Cerberus rushed from the throne room to her post at the gates, she was intent on exploring this body more and the only place she knew that had peace was her den. Her three heads worked as a team, searching for any sign of a demon that might spot her and stop her to ask questions. She wanted to find out all she could about this body now. Cerberus easily made it to her den, whatever souls had seen her merely attributed it to another demon of hell lurking in the shadows. Cerberus went to the farthest corner of her den, she had dug it out of the ground near her post for the past five hundred years so she could have some peace from the screaming of pain that she had heard every day. Cerberus lit one of the many torches on the wall and sat down before it, exploring the front of this body in the sparse light. Her paws traveled to the two globes on her chest once again and as before the brief touch she gave them gave her a small spark of pleasure. Her paws fondled and caressed the orbs, her three heads moaning and panting as her heart sped up and warmth flowed throughout her body. For a being that had never before had pleasure, this was complete and utter joy. Cerberus's paws slowly left her chest and her mind went back to it's normal functions noticing for the first time that the insides of her thighs were wet. She spread her legs on the floor and her three heads looked down to see a small part in her fur and from that slit came a clear fluid that had dripped down her thighs and to the floor. Her paw went cautiously to the part in her fur, questioning herself on what it was and what it did. For a beast of hell she wasn't as learned in sins of the flesh as most. Her hand just barely brushed the edge of the slit and all three of her heads let out a gasp of pleasure, it was like a lightning bolt dancing across her skin. Her paw brushed the line again earning a deep moan from her mouths. So this was the pleasure of the demons. Her left paw rose and cupped her chest mound while her right paw serviced the slit below. Her mind was wracked with pleasure as her right paw furiously rubbed the swelling mound and her left paw kneaded the flesh on her chest. Still, the pleasure grew higher and more intense until finally she felt a wall break within her and she howled in pleasure. A small tsunami of fluid burst from her slit and she moaned, panted, and howled all at the same time. As the pleasure wave washed over her she felt different, she felt better than she ever had in her eons of service to the gods. She felt a wall crack within her but the strain of her transformation and her immense pleasure caught up to her and for the first time since she was born, all three heads fell asleep at once. Cerberus awoke to find that none had disturbed her in her sleep, that was something she was thankful for. What would she do if some demon awoke her with its attempts to kill her. At least, she hoped they would be attempts and not a success. Cerberus cleared out the clutter from her mind and remembered the other day, the pleasure she felt was impossible to describe and she wanted to experience it again but she had a whole underworld to explore and with only a year to do it she wanted to get started soon. She rose and exited the cave, the remnants of her past pleasure gone when she woke up. She walked through the gates of hell easily, no soul or demon was going to argue with the titanic creature. For nine months Cerberus explored the underworld, watched the horrific torture of the souls who had betrayed the gods. To her it was confusing but not unpleasant. When she was created all she knew was guarding and following orders from the gods. Now as she watched the souls of the damned be tortured, she had no thoughts. She held no emotion for those in pain and those suffering, if they were experiencing it then they most likely deserved it. For nine months Cerberus observed and watched, her instincts telling her that was what to do in situations such as this. She complied and merely observed over the underworld like the guardian she was. For nine months Cerberus had no relief as she did the first day she obtained her body, it was maddening. She wanted to experience the pleasure again, to feel everything melt around her and let only herself and her pleasure be known. Alas, she never found a place quite like her den. She hadn't found a place that was guaranteed solitary. Cerberus observed everything she could, her three heads looking in different directions as she walked. A long time ago she figured out the secrets of this body and found it to be remarkably similar to her old one. It was incredibly strong and it was immortal, the main differences were her body structure and her ability to feel pleasure. Cerberus recognized the area she was heading into, it was a zone where no demons went. They wouldn't even walk past the entrance to this area, they called it a forbidden zone. In her centuries of guarding the gates Cerberus had never heard of this forbidden zone so when she learned of its existence she couldn't help herself. She entered the abandoned area without so much as a flinch. After all she was immortal, what could do harm to her? Cerberus found this area to be very quiet and rough, as if it were dug hurriedly and without any care or finesse. With each step she wondered if the walls would cave in with the slightest touch. She didn't bother thinking about it just as she heard a low growl and sounds of a violent struggle. From this point on Cerberus continued cautiously, her body tense and on edge on the off chance she would need to kill. Her three heads turned and faced in different directions, taking in everything and anything with their eyes, ears, and noses. The pathway was long and winding, the guttural growls and vicious snarls growing louder and louder with each step. Cerberus got shivers along her spine, this was why none of the demons entered this area. Cerberus shoved her fear into the back of her mind, it was unbecoming of a immortal of her stature to hold fear of the unknown. Cerberus turned a corner and she was there, the sight of it made all three sets of her eyes spring open and her mind form a nice neat blank. Snarling and growling with all of his might was a creature, much like her in a sense. The creature had to be her size if not more and like her it was humanoid. The beasts head was that of a wolf and it's body was covered in a pitch black fur. It thrashed about in it's bindings that held it to a wall, the chains that held it were nothing but a thin red ribbon. The creature payed no attention to Cerberus as it continued it's struggle in it's ribbon bindings. Cerberus, despite the horrific sounds and sights this being provided her, broke out into laugher. Instantly the creature froze and turned to Cerberus, a deep growl welling in it's throat as it spat out in the language of the demons, "what the hell are you!" Cerberus was surprised at the sheer volume of the creatures voice but payed it no mind as she replied, 'I am Cerberus, the guardian of the gates. What are you?' The creature snarled, normally he could feel the fear of ANYTHING just by the sight of him. This 'Cerberus' was different. "I am Fenrir and it would be wise not to laugh at me," Fenrir growled as he struggled against his binds. Cerberus tilted her three heads, all of them speaking in unison, 'Fenrir? I have never heard of you.' Fenrir stopped his struggles and hung on the wall, his body positioned as if he were being crucified. This gave Cerberus a clear view of his entire body. He WAS very similar to Cerberus. With the exception of his fur, the number of his heads, the chest shape, and the cloth wrapped around his waist they could very well be the same creature. Fenrir glared with all his might but hundreds of years of fighting his bonds left him tired and weak. If anything he looked pitiful, his fur was matted in numerous places where dirt and sweat congealed. Around his wrists and ankles, where his red ribbon binds lie, his fur was matted with blood and parted with scars and cuts. Cerberus looked to his wolf face, it was tired and angry. Those were two emotions she could easily read off of a face. She had seen it constantly through her exploration of the underworld. His head dropped to his chest to rest and she looked at the rest of his body, it was very muscular but his stomach was caved in. He probably hadn't a thing to eat or drink since he was sentenced to this torture. A thought struck Cerberus which her center head voiced, 'are you still living?' Fenrir glanced at her, his right eye opening while his left eye stayed closed in exhaustion, "yes, I am. I was put here not killed." Cerberus stared at the wolf creature as he slunk down and rested, his breathing was deep and forced. He was probably suffocating himself with his own body but he refused to die. Cerberus looked to Fenrir, her right head asking, 'how long have you been trapped here?' Fenrir pulled himself by his arms so he could take a breath, "hundreds, possibly thousands of years. I wouldn't know, they left me with no way to tell time." 'Who put you here?' Cerberus asked, her three heads voicing as one. Fenrir bared his teeth and spoke with enough venom to kill, "the gods...those damned GODS!" Fenrir began his struggle anew but as ever it was to no avail, he was trapped and he was meant to be trapped for all eternity by his thin yet unbreakable binds. Cerberus was shocked at Fenrir's voice, she could feel the anger he held for the gods. She could practically smell the pain and betrayal that floated about him like a cologne. Her creation told her to aid the gods, to bend to their whim, especially the will of her master. 'If you are here then you have good reason to be,' Cerberus said, her three heads speaking as one again. Fenrir growled deeply and said, "what would you know? I've never seen you in the realm of the gods, you don't know a thing." Cerberus growled lightly and her middle head spoke, 'at least I know the gods only punish those worthy of it!' Fenrir laughed wryly, "you still believe in the gods being all high and mighty? Tell me, have you ever seen the woman who comes here for five months a year then just as quickly vanishes?" Cerberus's head worked in sync, remembering several instances when a woman walked in then was allowed to walk out escorted by her master. 'Yes, I do,' Cerberus's left head stated. Fenrir grinned widely, "well then you should know she was tricked into coming here. Your god forces her to live in this hole for five months, on the human world everything dies because her mother is the god of plant life and fertility. The humans and even the gods suffer from your masters selfishness." Cerberus growled, all of her instinct telling her to protect her gods, 'don't spread those lies of yours!' Fenrir smiled, "I speak no lies Cerberus, I tell only the truth." Cerberus snarled and raced up to Fenrir, grasping his forearms and digging her claws into his fur covered flesh as her three heads growled out, 'it would be wise for you to hold your tongue.' Fenrir grinned wider as he said, "well then Cerberus, I suppose you don't wish to know why I'm attached to a wall in the deepest cave of the underworld when I am clearly alive." Cerberus said nothing but it didn't matter, Fenrir just continued. "They feared me Cerberus, I grew to much for them to handle. They bound me in their strongest chains and I broke free as if they were cobwebs. They tricked me with another test of strength, this red ribbon that holds me to this wall is made of impossible things. A cats footstep, the roots of a mountain, a woman's beard, a fishes breath, birds spittle." Fenrir got nose to nose with the center Cerberus head, "they tricked me and they intend on keeping me here forever, they will let me rot for all eternity simply because I grew as every other creature has the right to. Can do you still defend them now?" Cerberus stared into Fenrir's furious red eyes and found herself backing away. She found no element of treachery in his stare, only the cold fire that most souls have for their most hated enemy. 'Why have you told me this Fenrir?' Cerberus asked cautiously, she felt that fear creep up her spine but she forced it down the best she could. By all reason if this creature was feared by the gods then she must fear it too. A wicked grin split Fenrir's face and he simply said, "I find myself stuck to this wall, you could always help me out." Cerberus growled loudly, two of her three heads snapping and barking at the bound wolf. 'Why would I help one as wicked as you? If you were freed then you would go directly to kill the gods!' Cerberus's right head proclaimed. Fenrir smiled and said, "I've heard that the beast Cerberus was a gigantic dog with three heads. If you claim to be the same Cerberus then why is this stunning beauty before me?" Cerberus blinked and two of her heads shook off the shock. She suddenly felt self conscious of herself but shook it off and attempted to regain the rage she felt before. 'I wished to know something and my lord granted my request. He is quite the humble god!' Cerberus snarled, her three heads working in unison again. "You mean the same god that changed me into this form?" Fenrir said earning a look of complete shock from Cerberus. "I used to be a massive wolf, feared across the lands and even among the gods. Then this 'death god' of yours found my situation to easy so he changed me into this. Held onto a wall with this ridiculous red ribbon, it's insulting," Fenrir growled his arm pulling forward to accentuate his point. Cerberus didn't have any more words to speak, her centuries of loyalty had been shot down the drain...deep inside something cracked just a bit more. Cerberus had to sit down, she had to rest after this. She slowly got down on the floor, curled up into a ball, and like that all three of her heads fell asleep all at once. "Hey..." came a voice within the darkness. Cerberus had a feeling she knew that voice, it was so familiar. "HEY!" the voice shouted and Cerberus sat up, all three of her heads on alert for any movement what so ever. "Up here," came the voice and Cerberus looked up to find a very irate Fenrir looking down at her from his imprisonment on the wall. Cerberus said nothing as she stretched on the ground, hearing the several poppings of her joints. "Well rested?" Fenrir asked sharply to which Cerberus responded curtly, 'yes I am.' Fenrir shook his head, if he didn't have enough problems with being attached to the wall he had to hang there as this naked creature writhed before him in her sleep. Needless to say he didn't have any bit of rest while she slept. "Do you ever wear clothes?" Fenrir asked, trying to tear his eyes away from the stretching Cerberus before him. Cerberus ceased her stretching and faced Fenrir, a questioning look in her faces as her middle head spoke, 'clothes? Why would I have a need for rags to cover myself?" Fenrir scowled and said, "now I truly know you're a beast of hell! You fling around sex as if it were common place!" Cerberus was confused at what had just happened, apparently her face showed it because Fenrir growled and pulled at his ribbon chains. "Don't play innocent Cerberus! I know the underworld is filled with liars and sinners of all kinds! It shouldn't have taken long for it to effect the beast that guards it!" Fenrir growled earning even more confused looks from Cerberus. This had to be the most confused she had ever been since that hero grabbed her and dragged her out into the human world then carried her back. Fenrir searched Cerberus's face and eyes, she was honestly and truly confused. He was just confused by the prospect, how could a best of hell not know the sins of the flesh? He growled to himself, she had always been at the gates! She could never have known about the inner-workings of the underworld, why else would she be here? However a great thundering in his stomach reminded him it wasn't something to dwell on, if he couldn't get down any time soon then he might as well hope for some other pleasure. Fenrir rolled his head on his neck with a slight popping sound, "ah it has been so long since I have felt the ground beneath my paws. Several hundred years if I guess accurately..." Cerberus began to growl once again, she had enough defaming the gods the other day to change her mind. See if a creature such as Cerberus is bombarded with enough evidence and facts, their view of the world can be changed dramatically. In this instance Fenrir produced just enough to leave her mind in turmoil, confused about what it should do in the situation. Part of her several thousand year loyalty held fast while her incomplete 'programming' told her to do the opposite. "I suppose that is to much to ask so," Fenrir said with a diminishing smile; he was going to take a shot, "have you any food?" Cerberus's growls instantly stopped as her heads looked at each other in silent conference. They all turned to Fenrir and spoke in unison, 'I suppose I can find something.' Fenrir's face split into a wide grin, "thank you, I haven't eaten anything for hundreds of years." Cerberus looked at Fenrir in confusion but turned and left, her objective to gather some food for herself and the wolf held to the wall. Fenrir did not have to wait long, Cerberus returned with food almost as quickly as she left. Where she got it she wouldn't say but it smelled heavenly to Fenrir. "Would you do me a favor and hand me to food, I cannot grab it on my own you see," Fenrir said while Cerberus nodded. Cerberus carefully handed him the leg of lamb and with one swift bite he had devoured the entire thing, bone and all. Cerberus had never noticed how thin he was, his body had to be fur, skin, muscle, and bones. She could actually track the lamb as it went down his throat and to his stomach. Cerberus looked at her meager portions, she wasn't that hungry. 'Would you like my food too?' Cerberus asked while Fenrir nodded swiftly, "oh thank you! For a being born to guard the gates of hell you are very generous." Fenrir quickly snapped up the food and licked his lips, savoring the taste as he felt the food slide down his throat and into his stomach. The food was exquisite, even more so that he hadn't eaten in so long. Fenrir let out a pleased sigh and lay his head back on the wall, a small smile on his face as he memorized his first meal in the underworld. Fenrir looked down and his eyes snapped open, "wait!" Cerberus was almost around the corner until he called, her three heads turned to look at him in confusion, 'what is it?' "Are you leaving?" Fenrir asked, a curious tone in his voice. Cerberus nodded, 'I want to explore the rest of the underworld before my time in this body is through.' Fenrir nodded slowly, he might as well get used to the feeling of an empty stomach again. Cerberus looked away from Fenrir, one of her heads turning and looking down the hall while the other two stared at the ground, 'I suppose I can return until I am to be changed back.' Fenrir looked at her and said, "what would guarantee it?" Cerberus stared at the ground thoughtfully for a few moments, '...show me the pleasures of the demons on my final return.' Fenrir's eyes snapped open in surprise and barely restrained joy, "you know that would entail releasing me from my binds." Cerberus gulped, her three heads working to leave no point unchecked as she said, 'yes.' "When will this take place?" Fenrir asked, his eyes and ears looking for any bit of betrayal. 'Three months,' Cerberus replied, 'that is when I am to be turned back into my normal form.' Fenrir thought momentarily then smiled lightly, "you have a deal." Cerberus's first return was a week later, she brought more food and aided Fenrir in consuming his fill. By the end of it all his stomach was slightly bulged and he let out a satisfied sigh, "oh that was wonderful. Where do you find such wonderful food in the underworld?" Cerberus shrugged and her middle head responded, 'many of the residents have a food torture. Some have food that they can never eat just sitting there for them to stare at. I just took some of the food from them, they seemed almost grateful that I did so.' Fenrir smiled, "beauty and a fair heart for a beast born for the underworld. Honestly I never would have thought you were from here had we met under different circumstances." Cerberus turned her heads away shyly and answered in unison, 'it is nothing. Besides, I was only meant to guard the gates. I was never meant to inflict torture upon the residents.' Fenrir smiled that same insane smile Cerberus had slowly become fond of, "that may be true but any beast that resides in the underworld for as long as you have eventually succumbs to it's nature. You haven't which shows a very strong will on your part. That is yet another thing I can add to the list, beauty, heart, and will power." Cerberus tried to be calm but her snake tail disobeyed her, moving wildly in pleasure from the compliments. She suddenly found herself growing impatient, not at Fenrir but for the day that was still months away from taking place. She hurriedly stood, 'I must be going now. Goodbye Fenrir.' Fenrir smiled lightly, "goodbye Cerberus until we meet again." Cerberus left thinking that Fenrir's attitude had certainly improved and it was getting harder and harder to keep to the planned time of months from now rather than just letting him down and having him teach her now. Cerberus returned the following week, carrying more food and a few stories about the underworld. They shared the food and talked, both of them finding solace in the other despite the fact that they were in the underworld. Cerberus left and returned week after week, most of the times with food and stories. Thanks to the food Fenrir was regaining his strength and his energy and thanks to Cerberus he was feeling much better about his situation. Cerberus was very content with how things were but she was still eager to learn the lesson that she had originally set out to find, the pleasures of demons. The day had finally arrived, after three months of waiting and talking Fenrir was to teach Cerberus the pleasures of the demons. Fenrir waited eagerly, his tail wagging as much as it could in anticipation. To him this wasn't just a way to get off the wall, to be perfectly honest he had grown quite fond Cerberus and her confounding innocence. How a creature like her still remained innocent in a place such as this was beyond him. No matter what questions he asked they didn't add up but he didn't let his mind dwell on it to much. He heard the sound of soft padding coming down the corridor, he smelt her scent wafting through the otherwise stale air. It was already starting to effect him but he shoved it to the back of his mind, he had to play this one with sutilty and tactfulness. In time Cerberus showed herself, all three of her heads looking nervous as they constantly scouted the area they had been to dozens of times before. "Greetings Cerberus, did you enjoy your tour of the underworld?" Fenrir asked lightly, working on a completely different subject than what Cerberus was actually here for. Cerberus's three heads snapped to face him, all of them with a glare, 'you know why I'm here Fenrir.' Fenrir nodded, "of course I do my lovely Cerberus. You wish to know the pleasures of the demons and, consiquently, the gods." Cerberus's glare never faltered as her right head said, 'how do I remove the chains?' Fenrir shrugged, "damned if I know but if there is one thing I do know is that chains are destined to break. If you grab hold and pull as I try to break free the combined power should snap the bonds and allow me to escape." Cerberus nodded slowly, it wasn't a rock solid plan but it was the best they had. With one more cautionary glance around Cerberus approached Fenrir, her clawed hand reaching out and grabbing hold of Fenrir's right arm. "We pull on the count of three," Fenrir said to which Cerberus nodded, "one...two...three!" As soon as that left his mouth both Fenrir and Cerberus pulled, their combined strengths not enough to budge the little red ribbon. When they both stopped pulling they were panting for breath, the ribbon was just to strong for them to break in their current state. Fenrir growled angrily as he tugged at the ribbon, this thing was the bane of his entire existence right about now. Cerberus was heart broken as she sat down in front of Fenrir, she was looking forward to this day and since Fenrir was still attached to the wall he couldn't do anything. "This is...a temporary set back," Fenrir growled, a small smile creeping its way onto his face. "Cerberus," Fenrir began, "how would you like to be shown one pleasure of the demons?" Cerberus's three heads jumped in anticipation and looked at Fenrir with wide eyes, 'how is that possible? You're still attached on the wall.' Fenrir grinned and said, "if I am correct than after you're done with your first lesson I'll be free to show you a many as you like." Cerberus smiled brightly and Fenrir had to smile back, even in this form she was quite beautiful. Cerberus looked up at him expectantly, even though she was intelligent this was a new terrain for her, 'well what do I do?' Fenrir smiled at the reaction the next words had on her expression, "remove my loin cloth." Cerberus stared up in confusion, shock, and a tad bit of arousal. Her three heads nodded and she got to her knees turning to the task of removing the cloth. Seeing as it was behind a few strands of ribbon it was a little bit of a chore to remove but when she did all three sets of eyes snapped open and she gasped, cooed, and whimpered all at the same time. Sitting before her, attached to Fenrir's waist, was a sheath of fur that had to be about the size of her hand and connected to this sheath was a large sack with two orbs inside of it. Fenrir chuckled at Cerberus's honest confusion as one head looked up at him, "touch it, it's not going to bite you." Cerberus's head that was looking up at Fenrir nodded and then it joined the other three as they inspected the sheath and parcel. They looked at each other, their own private conference, and then turned as one with determination in their eyes. Her right hand reached out and grasped the sack, holding the balls gently as if to much pressure could crush the precious jewels inside. Her left grasped the sheath, stroking it lightly as she felt the object within faintly pulse. Fenrir stiffened and let out a sigh to which Cerberus ceased her ministrations and her three heads looked up at Fenrir, 'are you ok? Did I do something wrong?' Fenrir laughed, "I'm fine, that just felt wonderful." Her three heads looked at him skeptically, 'are you sure?' Fenrir chuckled, "well if you don't like taking into account that the last female attention I had was hundreds of years ago then look at your work." Cerberus looked to the sheath and sack to find that the sheath had grown and from the top of it sprouted a small pink protuberance of flesh. Cerberus's heads got closer and examined the sheath and the new extension that was appearing. Slowly Cerberus reached up with her paws again and fondled the sack and sheath again earning a deep moan from Fenrir. As she continued her work the sheath and the pink flesh grew until Fenrir moaned, "you can stop, you've got it now." Protruding from Fenrir's waist had to be the envy of every male creature in existence. It was a gargantuan pole but it was JUST under the limit of unusable. Cerberus stared in awe at the massive pink turned raging red staff that extended from Fenrir's waist. She was so enthralled with the growth that she had forgotten completely about how big it had gotten. As Fenrir's scent wafted into her nose she couldn't help but feel her body responding, increasing the urge in her lower core to have it touched weather it be by her own paws or this massive staff that stood at ridged attention before her. Fenrir laughed a little, "here is the second part of the first lesson, taste it." Cerberus's head shot up and looked at him, not in disgust but in surprise. 'But Fenrir,' her right head said, 'isn't that supposed to go...' Cerberus trailed off and Fenrir couldn't help but snicker a little, for her to be uncomfortable about herself was just amazing to him. "Right now take a taste," Fenrir said with a smirk, "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Cerberus's heads turned to look at the staff, noticing for the first time the clear liquid covering it that had came out in small drops from the tip every so often. Cerberus's center head seemed to be the bravest so it moved forward, slowly as if to gauge for any danger. She was so close to his scent it was driving her insane but she held it long enough for her tongue to dart out and give the pre soaked tool a small lick. Cerberus's body shivered with pleasure, that single lick of pre from Fenrir's staff was enough to give her body a miniature orgasm. She was breathing heavily as she stared at the tool before her, why stop at a lick when she could have the whole thing? Instantly all three heads darted out for the tool but the middle was the fastest and with a long lick from base to tip the other two backed off and basked in the glow of the middle heads work. Fenrir moaned in delight as Cerberus's long tongue trailed his staff from sheath to tip, cleaning his rod of the accumulated pre that had settled in while it grew. By now she had to have figured out its properties and the way it gave her small tastes of the real thing, maybe he should tell her. "Cerberus," Fenrir gasped as she cleaned off that last remaining trail of pre, "you've been feeling the pleasure correct?" Cerberus growled contently as her paw grasped the tool, "yes I have, it's so wonderful that just this liquid can make me feel this way." Fenrir smiled and said, "what if I told you there was another liquid that was one thousand times stronger than the clear one that coated me." Cerberus was all ears as Fenrir said, "just take it into your mouth and suck." Cerberus looked confused but Fenrir had yet to lie to her. She tilted the pole so it was just about level with her face, this alone made her back up just a bit and worry about this thing going into her. She shook it off mentally, if she wanted to experience the pleasure then she would have to get past it. As usual her middle head was the one that was the aggressor, it opened its maw and in one foul swoop it engulfed the head of the organ with its warm wet mouth. Fenrir growled in pain and pleasure, the mouth that now encircled his staff was excellent but the sharp teeth pocking into the side was not. "Try not to scrape it with your teeth," he whimpered and Cerberus's mouth opened slightly while her left head spoke, "like that?" Fenrir felt the powerful suction created by Cerberus's mouth, it felt like she was trying to suck a fish through reed stalks. "Yes," Fenrir growled in pleasure, "move up and down a little." Like that the middle head began to bob, nothing spectacular just an inch or two but for Fenrir it felt like paradise. "Try and go a little more and take your time," Fenrir said through a moan, "try using your tongue and your other heads." The other two heads nodded to Fenrir's request and they began missions of their own, the right head took up the task of teasing Fenrir's sack while the left licked the area where the middle head's mouth didn't reach. Fenrir's head lolled back and he let out a loud deep moan, oh it felt so completely and utterly wonderful. The middle head was getting better and better with time, she could now take just about a quarter of the staff into her mouth without her teeth getting in the way. For him it didn't matter, with his eyes closed and his mind gone a neat blank it felt like there were three servicing him rather than just one. Suddenly he felt a familiar tightness well in his lower stomach, "Cerberus! Here comes your promised liquid! Don't spill a drop!" Cerberus's two outer heads broke from their actions and focused on the middle, ready to catch any of the liquid it might spill. The middle head continued to bob and suckle like a starving pup to any source of milk. She could feel Fenrir shudder and with one loud and pronounced growl her mouth was filled with liquid. Cerberus middle head swallowed the huge payload only to be injected with more and more until it began to spill out the sides of her mouth. Her other two heads joined in on the liquid feast, the taste of the creamy seed was unlike anything she had ever tasted before. It was hot as it blasted from Fenrir's pole but aside from the temperature it felt thick and very smooth. It tasted salty with hints of sweet here and there, a delicious combination in Cerberus's mind. As she drank the cream she suddenly felt its effects boiling within her. It started at her core like an inferno starting from a single ember. She didn't know it yet but Fenrir had ceased producing the milk on which she fed but she kept suckling and licking making sure she didn't miss a drop. Suddenly her mouth drew back from Fenrir's staff, a popping sound proving how much suction she had been utilizing, and she fell to the ground spasming in orgasmic pleasure. She screamed, howled, and panted all at once. Her paws reached up and fondled her chest globes as her snake tail rubbed all over the slit between her legs, all of this to prolonging the sensation that had washed over her. The pleasure continued for a long time, her body writhing on the floor in the throes of orgasmic paradise, it was unbelievable. As she descended down from her dizzying heights she finally took into focus the world and what had happened. Fenrir smiled down at her, his erection still very prominent as it jutted from his hips. Cerberus licked her lips as she saw the organ ready and rearing to give her another feast but Fenrir waved his paw at her, a clear sign that the use of her mouth was done for the day. Suddenly Cerberus realized something, Fenrir's arm was free! She looked to the wall where Fenrir's arm used to hang but the only thing that lie there were a few snapped ribbons and a crater where Fenrir's arm pushed off the wall. Fenrir smiled wide and said, "one arm free but the rest should be easy." Fenrir reached down and grasped the binds that held his torso and other arm in place, he either snapped them or pulled them through the wall. He worked from his neck down to his legs until he fell to the ground and crouched, still not used to walking he remained low to the ground with his impressive staff swaying between his legs. "I'm curious," Fenrir said with a wicked smile as he approached Cerberus on his paws and feet, "what would you taste like." Cerberus's right head was in fear, it had taken the information a different way than the others had. They were smiling in a way the could border on seductive if Cerberus knew how to act that way. Fenrir got to the tips of Cerberus's toes, his mouth opening wide revealing a tongue that was almost as impressive as his member. The right head turned to the others in fear but seeing their smiles she turned to watch Fenrir and his actions without to much paranoia. Fenrir's tongue trailed up Cerberus's right leg, parting the fur to lick at the soft flesh beneath. Cerberus shivered in anticipation as Fenrir got closer and closer to her core with that wild tongue of his. Just before he reached her slit her took a detour around and went down her other leg in his teasing licking pattern. This continued, pass after pass of no pure relief for Cerberus who just lie there panting and on the verge of begging. 'Fenrir,' she moaned to catch his attention, 'please.' Fenrir backed off just centimeters to the goal, "please what?" Cerberus's middle head growled but the other two moaned out, 'please use that long tongue! Please I beg of you do it!' Fenrir smirked evilly, "as you wish." With that Fenrir's tongue raced down and began to feverishly lick Cerberus's slit, from top to bottom his tongue didn't miss an inch. Fenrir smirked as his tongue ceased the licking for just a moment. Cerberus's middle head began to whine but it quickly lolled back with a whimper of pleasure, Fenrir's tongue had driven into her slit lapping the walls with it's great length. Cerberus whimpered and whined, this was the feeling of tortured pleasure. Prolonged and agonizingly slow until the very end when release feels like pure heaven. Suddenly Fenrir's tongue brushed over a certain spot, it was slightly ridged and much more spongy than the area around it. Cerberus's heads tilted back in a pleasure filled howl and her walls contracted around Fenrir's tongue, nearly trapping him inside. Fenrir was lucky enough to withdraw his tongue but it wasn't enough to save him. Cerberus grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her, a good portion of his muzzle disappeared into her opening as she pulled violently on him in at the very apex of her orgasm. When she finally climbed down from the top she realized that Fenrir was clawing at the paws that were holding him into her. She instantly release him and he withdrew himself with a great breath. "I'm sorry," she exclaimed as she forgot about her fatigue and rose up to help him, "I lost control!" Fenrir grinned and his long tongue snaked out, licking away any and all fluids that she had left on his muzzle. "It is ok my beautiful Cerberus however," he said as he swung his legs around and lie on his back with his monstrous erection standing proud in the air. He rested on his elbows as he spoke, "I believe this will be the final lesson for the day." Cerberus stared at the tool in both lust and fear, that was the thing that was going to bring her to the highest of heights but it also looked far to large for her to handle. Fenrir smiled, "don't worry Cerberus, you'll be on top for a while. Take your time." Cerberus's three heads nodded as one and she carefully crawled over to Fenrir, having to rise her body up higher to not hit the throbbing red tree but it just barely brushed her slit earning both of them a shiver in anticipation. She was ready and poised to take him in but she stopped, her three heads observing him as he lie there panting in anticipation. This was the first time Cerberus had truly noticed their body difference. He was larger than her but not by much, he lie about five inches longer than her and he was wider. Cerberus stared at his body, under the fur and skin was pure muscle and this fact alone made her heart race. But it wasn't just the fact that he was strong that attracted him to her, for a beast of hell she felt out of place saying it was his spirit but that was what it was. She admired his spirit along with his physical strength. For anything to lie strapped to a wall for thousands of year and not die was a feat but add into the fact that he had no food or water and it proved Fenrir's strength. She removed herself from the position and crawled up those few remaining inches to be nose to nose with him. He had a look of pure confusion on his face but her middle head merely smiled and then laid her lips on his. She had seen souls of loved ones do this from time to time before they were separated at the gates and she felt it was right to do it to Fenrir. Needless to say Fenrir was confused but that didn't stop him from kissing her back. Their mouths opened slightly and their tongues invaded the others maw, Fenrir's was obviously longer and more skilled but Cerberus made up for it with her vigor. They continued to kiss until they both felt the throb in their loins, it was time for them to take this to the final level. They parted with smiles on both their faces as Cerberus inched back, drawing her wet slit along Fenrir's length until she reached the very tip. Cerberus took a few breaths then slowly began to lower herself on the monster of a pole. Instantly she began to whimper and take shorter breaths, the monster was stretching her out and plowing deep into her body. She looked down and found she hadn't even gone halfway down yet. She whimpered as she lowered herself down more, feeling a pop and a sharp burst of pain almost made her rise up but Fenrir held her hips. "Don't worry Cerberus, that was just your barrier. Take your time," Fenrir said letting go of Cerberus's hips and letting her take control. Cerberus took a few more deep breaths and continued on her path down the enormous pole. She moaned and whimpered constantly but at last she finally hilted the monster in her warm passage. She could feel the girth stretching her and she could feel the shaft reach all the way past her cervix and into her very womb. She ran her paws down the bulge where the massive tool lie and if she pressed into a her skin hard enough she could feel the pulsating of the pole just beneath the flesh. It made her feel so full and complete, she never wanted to be without this feeling ever again. She sighed and leaned forward, laying on Fenrir's chest as his tool lay deep within her womb. 'Dear gods this feels wonderful,' her three heads whispered at once as they traced the line in her stomach again. Fenrir smirked, he could over look the gods comment seeing as he too was feeling quite please with himself and Cerberus. She was tight, tighter than any he had conquered before and she was slick too. It made the process all the more easy to slide into her. However she had something the others didn't, she had his emotions wrapped around her paw. "Think about how it'll feel when it's moving," Fenrir said. Her touching through her own body was just enhancing the experience for him. He could feel her paw as it stroked his length from the outside and he wanted to start bucking badly. Cerberus smiled as she pushed herself off of his chest, straddling him as she looked down at the bulge in her lower abdomen. Cerberus's three heads smiled, 'well now you ARE a very big wolf.' Her paw firmly caressed the bulge that appeared in her fur and she was rewarded by a spark of pleasure inside of her own body and a shiver of ecstasy from Fenrir. Slowly, she ran a single digit from the tip of the bulge to the base and back again earning a strangled moan from Fenrir. Then she grasped the edges of the bulge and stroked it up and down hearing more moans and a few hissing breaths from Fenrir. She would have continued her experimenting with this sensitive bulge but she felt Fenrir's hips buck, ever so slightly, and that was the end for her. The pleasure she felt from it laying in her was immense but when it moved it was a whole different story. She rose up about halfway, feeling the emptiness within her womb, only to plop back down forcefully, filling her up to the brim again. She moaned and screamed just from that simple movement, it felt so amazing that she didn't have words for it. The thing that could come closest to it would be a howl but her breaths were to quick to produce one. Fenrir lolled his head back as Cerberus fell onto his lap once again, he watched and felt the bulge shrink then grow in her lower abdomen and dear gods if it hadn't been the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life then he didn't know what was. Slowly the pace began to pick up, Cerberus was raising and dropping onto Fenrir's burning steel with short quick bursts. Suddenly Fenrir grabbed her hips and held her still earning three loud growls, "easy Cerberus. I was thinking of a change of position." Cerberus blinked then smirked wildly as she dropped onto Fenrir's chest, his tool buried to the hilt in her body. Fenrir smiled and rose with himself and Cerberus still connected, it was amazing that she was able to keep the muscles of her inner walls moving while he repositioned them into a more male dominated position. Cerberus had all of her concentration on her inner muscles, moving and squeezing the invader with loving caresses, so she didn't notice when Fenrir asked if she was ready. Taking her silence as the cue to get going her pulled back and slammed into her earning a yelp then a loud and long moan from her three heads. Fenrir grinned like a Cheshire cat and began to develop a rhythm, pulling out about half way then ramming it back in with enough force to make her almost scream. He was sure by the number of contractions on his pole she had several minor orgasms but the big one still eluded him and her. Suddenly, on a powerful thrust in, Fenrir felt more resistance than before and he looked down at their connection. On the very base of his staff was a knot, the tieing knot for a titan such as himself. His eyes widened in surprise and confusion, it was told to him at a young age that the tieing knot for him meant a permanent bond. That whoever he tied with would be the one that bared his children and the one that he would wed and live with forever more. Fenrir stared at the massive red knot and smiled, lightly at first but it grew into a gigantic grin. He knew the exact position for this one. "We're changing positions again," he announced and Cerberus smiled right up until her pulled out from her completely leaving her feeling empty without that bulge in his abdomen. 'Fenrir!' she called but he grasped her by the shoulder and flipped her over so she was face down. He then grabbed her hips and raised then until his shaft was level with her entrance. 'Ooo...' she cooed as she rested her three chins on her crossed arms, awaiting the eventual penetration from behind. Fenrir grinned and began to tease Cerberus, drawing just the tip of his massive erection up and down her slit making her growl and whine. At last he relented and drove himself to his knot, earning a loud moan and weak howl from Cerberus. He smiled and went about thrusting into her, slow at first but soon he was like a wolf jackhammer. Cerberus was a myriad of noises, she whined, she whimpered, she cried, she growled, she did anything and everything. She had even started to claw the ground around her until her one paw found her abdomen and she was content with feeling the bulge disappear then reappear just as quickly. Fenrir could feel it, he was getting close and by the shivers and spasms of her body he could tell Cerberus was getting close as well. Both of their previous orgasms were nothing compared to the one that was fast approaching, they both could feel it. Cerberus's sound grew more frantic and less coherent, she was babbling as her breaths became even more shallow and she rubbed the bulge whenever it pressed into her. Fenrir growled and groaned, he only had a few more thrusts until he finally bottomed out. He pulled back as far as he could, now or never he supposed, then drove it in with such force that Cerberus's lips had no choice but to let his knot pass. For that brief moment all of time stopped for them. Cerberus's heads raised back to scream in pain and pleasure, Fenrir closed his eyes and bit his tongue so hard it bled. Fenrir was silent as his seed pumped deep into Cerberus's womb, it was becoming so full that it crawled along the bulge his shaft created and oozed out of Cerberus's nether lips. Cerberus in the mean time was in a state of pure pleasure. He mouths were open wide but no sound except gasping breaths came out. Along the corners of her mouths drool collected then spilled over her chin, her mind too lost to the pleasure to notice or even care. Her inner muscles worked frantically to corral all of Fenrir's sperm deep into her womb but she didn't have to worry, that was where most of it was released. The silence hung in the room as they both reached the very top, their minds awash in a sea of ecstasy. Their body's long forgotten as their souls traveled higher and higher into the feeling, experiencing pleasure reserved for only those most worthy. It was quite a while before they settled down enough to have cognitive thoughts and even when they did they found they were still stuck together by Fenrir's knot so they still had some time to spend together. Fenrir lie back in exhaustion and Cerberus followed suit, contented to lie on his chest while she absent mindedly stroked the large bulge that was her lower abdomen. Before she passed into unconsciousness she could have sworn she hear the words, "I love you Cerberus," whispered in her ear. \~The End\~

FSE

Title: Free the Sky by Tristan Hawthorne Tags: Age Play, Cock Vore, Dog, Fox, German Shepherd, Hybrid, Hyperphallic, Incest, M/M, Short, Teenagers Second Commission for Sky all characters belong to him. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Sky lay sprawled out on the couch with a sigh. Another day of school completed without losing control of the monster between his legs. Even with baggy pants he had a hard time hiding the product of his overdose seven years ago. The teenage dogfox was practically counting the days until his eighteenth birthday and he'd be legally free from his parents. The reason for this entered the room as soon as he thought about it. His father, who had once yelled at his brother, now yelled at him for the same things. His mind found itself shutting down. It had gotten to the point where his father's tirades had elicited this response. The words would cease being language from his point of view. It would be a flow of noise from Sky's perspective. He idly wished Rai was still around, to distract Dad. Whenever he tried to think of what had happened to his big brother, his mind went fuzzy and turned some other direction. Though sometimes he had dreams about him, and he'd wake up covered in a gallon of his seed. The hybrid didn't notice himself growing aroused down his baggy pants leg, but from the color his dad was turning, it was very likely he noticed. Sky took the color of the elder canine's face and the volume of his voice as a sign it was time to head up to his room. He nonchalantly stood and shoved his paws in his pockets, walking towards the stairs. There was a flash of light in his vision, and he found himself on the ground. Sky groaned, feeling an ache across the back of his head, rubbing it. "DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY WHILE I'M TALKING AGAIN!" His father was screaming. Sky rubbed the back of his head, wincing. His father had struck him... Something in the back of his mind clicked, started to plan. The teenage hybrid simply growled and got up, resuming his path up to the stairwell, and his room, which luckily had a lock on the door. Sky turned on his computer, waiting a few moments for it to stop thinking about being turned on, before opening his browser. He started looking up emancipation laws for his state and sighed. "Fucking hell... no way I'd qualify..." He looked at his calendar. It would be far too long to wait until he was eighteen. Turning off the computer in frustration, Sky flopped down across his bed, hearing it creak. With a tug on his beltloops and a few strategic flexes of his hips, the loose pants came off by themselves, no unbuttoning or unzipping required. The hybrid then tugged down his shorts, exposing his maleness to the lukewarm air of the room. "Heya big guy." He chuckled, starting to rub the exposed head, peeking out of his fuzzy tube of a sheath. Just this was enough to get the shaft to slip out most of the way, as if offering to have most of its surface caressed in a similar way. He smiled softly and started rubbing and kneading, feeling the hot flesh starting to stiffen and swell out, engorging with his blood. Sometimes he wondered where he kept all that blood necessary to give this monster life. But most often that idea would be pushed away by the pleasure of said shaft throbbing in his paws, starting to leak musky, slick pre on his face. He lapped at his pre, murmuring softly at the intense bliss his amazing arousal gave him. His mind shut down again, but for a different reason. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It was the dark of the night. The elder hybrid felt something shift in the bed next to him. He grunted, thinking it just his wife readjusting.... But then there was a thrashing. He groaned and rolled over... to see a familiar pair of arms being pulled under the covers, out of sight, clawing at the pillows as they went. He blearily blinked and tried to wake up, confused at this and pulled back the sheets. To his horror he saw an enormous penis. Those same familiar paws slid out of sight into its slit as he watched. He shuddered, the bulge of his wife sliding deeper, toward the shaft's owner. The dogfox looked up and saw a silhouette of the hyperphallic intruder. All he could tell in the darkness was that he was canine of some sort. The shaft below flexed, and rose up from the sheets. The elder canid could see the squirming bulge of... his wife... in the left teste of the other male. "Oh my god... L-Let her go!" "I'm tired of listening to your yelling, day in, day out." A familiar voice came. His mind rushed, trying to place the voice with a face. Unfortunately, he should have been running. That cock came down, slamming its gaping slit down over his head, and forcing his arms to his sides as its weight drew it down over his shoulders. Coughing, the adult struggled, writhing and trying to pull out, push the heavy shaft up and off him. The flesh inside flexed and worked itself down. Soon his whole torso was covered in the hot wet flesh. Then the length squirmed and flexed, raising up, lifting his legs up and over itself. Gravity fought his attempts at escape as his hips were dragged in. His muzzle pressed into something hotter, then down into a slightly cooler space. He groaned, then coughed and held his breath, the musk overwhelming, followed by his head getting submerged in a pool of seed. By the time his head emerged again, forced to curl around, his ankles were being devoured, then he felt the last of the cool air of the outside world leave him. He was falling, his legs being stuffed into the tight space with him. The adult tried to think of the voice he recognized before, the musk clouding his mind. Loud gurgles started to sound next to him, and a sense of dread filled him. The fluid in the chamber he was in was raising gradually and he was starting to feel faint from lack of air and the overwhelming warmth around him. A tingle started where this fluid had seeped through his fur completely. He let out a weak groan, finally passing out. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Sky awoke the next morning with a weak groan and a throbbing erection in his face. He chuckled and patted his shaft and then tried to scoot his hips to the edge of his bed, so he might sit up more easily, but even that was hard this morning. He looked around his shaft, and perked. His nuts weren't that big last night. "Huh..." he muttered to himself. "Guess its part of growing up..." He reached for his cell phone to call his boyfriend over, to take care of his morning sequoia. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Comments? Questions? 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Title: The Motion Of The Ocean by Bevan Tags: Anal, Cheetah, Doggystyle, Drunken Fun, Incest, Lion, M/M, M/M/M, Oral, Threesome I had not intended on doing this for a few weeks yet, but I knew the further my mind got from it the worse it would be. So I sat down tonight and in four hours time, this is what I came up with. As requested, this is the sequel to a story ( Good To Be King ) that was intended to stand alone. There is almost no lead up, as I couldn't really think of a way to do such a thing and it's more or less right down to business. Gay sex, a threesome, and good old fashioned incest. Don't view the sexy stuff if you're prohibited by law, characters are mine, story mine, etc. A storm had been rocking the massive ship back and forth, an oscillation from side to side and up and down that sometimes grew quite forceful. Most everyone had long since retreated to their cabins and few ventured on deck as the wind and rain lashed across the superstructure, accompanied by the rageful howling of the wind. It was night, and though the rocking of the ship made it a little difficult Ryan had no intention on not coming for the boy he'd left with his brother. He'd gotten a backup key to Cole's cabin from his mom and dad, something that would allow him to sneak right in and see what his brother had been up to. Holding one of the many mini-bar bottles he'd had that evening in one paw, he slid the keycard into his brother's door with the other and carefully slipped inside. Neither of them noticed his entrance, masked by the background noise from the groaning, swaying ship and the winds gusting outside. Ryan stood near the door as his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the cabin, his eyes scanning from left to right until they locked on the pair of cats situated on the end of Cole's bed. Ryan smirked and just let his eyes roam over the scene, knowing somewhere in his mind it was exactly what he'd expect from his brother. Cole was sitting on the foot of the bed with one hand tangled in the cheetah's hair, hunched forward over the head that was buried in his lap. Stuart was on his hands and knees, his lips bouncing up and down Cole's dick with a speed that told Ryan that the cheetah truly loved sucking dick. He lifted his bottle and drained the last of the tequila in one gulp, the plastic bottle joining the many on the floor around Cole's bed. It was joined shortly by the only thing the lion was wearing, a loose pair of denim blue jeans that he left in his wake as he approached. When he got closer, that was when the mixture of heavy aromas wound their way up Ryan's nose and into his mind. Stuart and his brother smelled heavily of sex, of potent male musk, of sweat, want, and cheap booze. There was no way of knowing how long they'd been going at it, no way of knowing how many shots his brother had fired into the cheetah's body... But Ryan had decided Cole had Stuart to himself for long enough. Stuart was the one to notice Ryan first, not by sight, by smell or by sound, but by the hands that enveloped his hips and held him firm. Ryan pulled Stuart's ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, looking down to aim his dick as he slid it home beneath the submissive cat's tail. It was distinctly unlike the first time he'd popped his dick into Stuart's ass, as the cat was a little looser than before. But that wasn't what stood out in Ryan's mind the most. What really made it for him was the fact that Stuart's ass was filled with his brother's cum, enough to tell him they must have been at it for hours. It was still hot, kept warm by the cheetah's body as it surrounded his dick and leaked down it to soak the fur on his balls. His brother's eyes opened as the cheetah gasped around his dick and tried to turn around to see who was fucking him, but Cole held him firmly to the dick that was wedged between Stuart's lips. Maybe he was too close to orgasm to want to stop, or maybe he was so damn into the scents and musks that swirled around the room that he wouldn't have cared if his father walked in. Ryan's eyes locked with his brother's as the cheetah settled down between them, as if he were a horse that was momentarily startled but easily calmed by his riders. Cole's eyes were dulled, his mind intoxicated by lust and liquor. They didn't stay on Ryan's long before they were wandering across his form, taking in the bare body before him that was only hidden by the ass that Ryan's dick was slamming in and out of. Every push in was met with a muffled moan from the cheetah, a grunt from the lion behind him, and a wet slap from the dick being shoved in his asshole. Ryan lifted his hand up and pushed his brother's hand away from Stuart's black hair, wrapping his own fingers tightly within it instead. He drew his head back and off his brother's dick, letting it fall free of the cheetah's hungry lips with a reluctant slurp. Stuart was panting, drawing in rapid breaths only to expel them in moans and gasps every time Ryan's hips rolled forward and his dick buried itself in him. "You like the taste of my brother's dick, you little slut?" Ryan asked Stuart with his eyes on his brother, the cheetah quivering when he heard the familiar voice in his ear. Stuart turned his head, showing that his face was soaked with what smelled like his brother's cum. It was all over his muzzle and cheeks, matting the fur, still looking as though it was wet... As if it'd never been given a chance to dry in the first place. The second thing he noticed was the prick that cheetah had been gorging himself on only moments ago. Ryan hadn't expected his brother to be just as big as he was, easily nine inches long, maybe ten with a heavy set of musky balls hanging beneath it. It was standing proud and full, slick with the cheetah's saliva and it's own cum. As his eyes trailed from his brother's dick to the rest of his body, he saw his brother's body in a light he never had before. Gone were the black, baggy clothes and loose t-shirts that obscured his body and made him look thinner than he was. He wasn't nearly as filled out as Ryan, but for someone that still had a few years to grow he was pretty damned toned. "Y-Yes." Stuart moaned out, his hands grasping at Cole's thighs as Ryan's thrusts grew more and more insistent, threatening to scoot him across the carpet and into his brother's lap. Stuart dug his claws into the floor for purchase, focusing every bit of his dwindling energy into holding still for as long as he could. Cole watched in silence as Ryan pulled back on Stuart's hair, making him cry out as he felt a fresh batch of seed fill his ass for what was at least the sixth or eighth time that day. He'd long since lost the ability to keep track after the third time Cole had held him down and mounted him, and by the time Ryan had claimed him once more he barely had the brain power to remind himself to breath, and suck on command. Ryan's cum ran down Stuart's ass cheeks, mixing with his brother's as he drew himself out of the cheetah's rump and rose up to his feet with his hand still wrapped in the male's black hair. Ryan hadn't even broken a sweat, but he'd just about broken their new playmate. Stuart's eyes were squeezed closed, his body mainly supported by the hand tangled in it's hair rather than his own power. "Why don't you finish'm then?" Ryan spoke again, pushing Stuart's face right back into his brother's lap. He had to guide the cheetah's head, using his hair like a set of reins to coax his muzzle into the right position. His brother let out a satisfied purr as the lips came upon his drooling cock again, suckling at his dick like a cub at it's mother's tit. Ryan watched his brother and the sucking cheetah intently, waiting for the moment that he knew would he coming, any second now... He heard it before he saw it, the lion's breath catching in his throat as his orgasm hit. Cole sunk his claws into the edge of the bed and the floor, moaning and yet still holding himself back as if he were afraid of someone a cabin over hearing them. Ryan pulled Stuart off the dick but didn't pull him further than that, holding his face in front of his brother's cock as it painted his face in forceful, plentiful spurts of thick cum. There was no way that the cheetah could walk in public, not now or anytime soon, not without everyone that came within twenty feet knowing that he was the property of a pair of lions. As soon as Ryan let go of Stuart's hair, the cheetah fell to the floor in a heap of matted fur and semen, looking as though he was either unconscious or damn close to it. The brothers' eyes turned from the other cat to each other, darting every so often from their faces to their bodies. If it weren't for a few inches in height, a little muscle and the dye in Cole's mane the two of them could be near identical. In a few years they'd be nigh indistinguishable from one another. "I said I'd be back for'm, you know. How am I supposed to fuck'm now?" Ryan asked, his words slurring slightly from the tequila tainting his tongue. "You told me to take care of'm." Cole responded in a slur with a smug smirk, reaching out a foot to prod the spent cat resting on the floor between them. "Looks pretty well taken care of to me." "How many times did you fuck him anyways?" Ryan asked, glancing from his brother to oblivious body on the floor. "Who fucking counts?" Cole asked with a laugh as he reached back across the bed to grab a mini bottle of tequila off the nightstand behind him. The bed was an absolute disaster, littered with torn blankets with the pillows nowhere in sight. "He sure likes taking it in the ass. Never got that stuff, but you get a guy like that and he'll ride you until he can't even walk anymore. Or talk. Or... " Ryan paused as he nudged the feline with his foot, as if he were poking him with a stick to see if he was still among the living. "Me either... But seein' the way he was acting makes me wonder what it feels like." Cole's eyes swept over his brother's body again, lingering on the big, wet cock still hanging out of his sheath. For a moment, for a dirty, sinful moment he thought of what it might be like to have it inside of him... Hammering away, pounding on his ass like he'd been using the cheetah only minutes before. He could see it so clearly in his mind if only for that passing moment, a flash of the filthiest and hottest picture he'd ever used his imagination to paint. "You want to find out?" Ryan asked with a cocky grin, the words causing Cole to choke on the liquor passing down his throat. "What?" He gasped out as the tequila burned his throat, hunching forward as he coughed without paying too much attention to anything else. His brother stepped forward while he was hunched over, the drunken, horny lion grabbing a handful of his black mane while pulling him forward a few inches. By the time Cole's eyes had focused again, they were centered on a dick that was less than an inch from his nose. He drew in a slow breath through it, and from this close he couldn't smell anything but the powerful musk of he and his brother, the purest form of their scent that permeated the mixed cum on his wet dick. "You want me to fuck you?" Ryan asked, his brother's eyes ticking from the prick in front of him to the panting mess that was still right where they'd left it on the floor. Then he looked back up to his brother, one of the better looking males he'd set his eyes upon since he'd started dating only a year or so ago. He'd never had anyone inside of him before, but if it made Stuart like he was... Well, that was sure as hell something he wanted to feel. One, single lick across his brother's limp prick. That's all it took to get him throbbing, to make him gasp in surprise, to make his confident exterior falter for a second. Ryan let his mane go, and when he did, Cole rose up to his feet and turned his back on his brother without looking behind him once. He walked on his knees across the bed, feeling himself grow hard as he reached the center and leaned forward with his hands grasping at the remains of the covers around him. His tail curled upwards and fell to one side, a small tuft of black fur on the end hanging above his backside like a garnish for his ass. What man would need more of a signal than that? His brother climbed up on the bed behind him, then onto his back, causing him to shiver as he felt the body positioning itself above him. When would it come? When would he feel his brother's dick pushing at his virgin ass? That was the only thought that ran through his mind, repeating every second as his brother's hands roamed over his sides, his hips, his firm, tan ass. He shivered as his brother's fangs rooted through his mane and found the scruff of his neck, seizing it up like he was a lioness in heat to be taken and bred. There wasn't any turning back from that point, only seconds before the dick smeared with his own cum pressed against his asshole. He could swear he could feel the tips of his brother's claws nipping at his hips, his strong hands holding his ass in place as he lined himself up. Then there it was, a moment that came and passed so quickly he didn't even have time to react while it happened. The pressure built on his ass then inside of it as his pucker gave way to another male for the first time, unable to stand before the prick battering against it. His brother wasted no time, using the excellent lube on his prick to shove all he had to offer into the body beneath him until their balls were resting against one another. One moment he was a virgin, at least in one way, the next he had ten inches of lion cock filling him with a feeling that was hard to place with words. It hurt like hell, yet at the same time it felt as though with the pain came a wonderful feeling of being stretched out. Along with it came a warmth, not unlike one he'd felt when hot shower water ran across his tailhole, but so much deeper than he'd ever felt before. He wanted to scream his pleasure out, to yell, to roar, but his mind was so flooded with impulses that all he could do was gasp and moan as his brother drew back his hips. Before he'd even realized his brother was moving again, he'd already begun to push right back in, settling into a quick and forceful rut that would be rough for someone that wasn't a virgin. No more smart remarks or teasing, no more trying to get a rise out of his older brother. Cole was reduced to a mewling, gasping sex kitten, a fuck toy to be used by his brother in the same way they'd used the cat on their floor. He wasn't a brother at that moment, just a piece of ass for Ryan to stick his dick into and nothing more. His mind passed over memories of times he'd screwed guys just like his brother was screwing him now, only this time he was thinking of himself in the place of the male on the receiving end. Was this what it had been like? Was this what he'd been missing out on that entire time, what he'd never tried because of his own pride? The thoughts melted away, trailing off and dwindling until there was just one remaining. Push back. Cole tried weakly to push himself back against his brother's hips, trying to get the big dick just a little bit further, just a little bit deeper into his ass than it had gotten on the thrust before. He could barely move even as he tried to force his muscles to rock his body back, but that was just fine by Ryan. The older male was holding his ass up with his hands, pulling it back and shoving it forward in time with the dick bobbing in and out of cole's body. It was there before he knew it was even coming, sending his mind spinning like a top. His orgasm slammed him harder than a Mack truck as for the first time he came without even having a damned thing touching his dick. The cum shot across the long since ruined sheets beneath him and his body tightened up as he lifted his head and let out the loudest roar that had ever left his lips. It was vicious and primal, tinged with lust and the raw energy that only came out when every nerve in one's body was on fire. His brother yanked back on the scruff of his neck a few moments later and growled in a dominant, almost threatening tone as his dick slammed into Cole one last time before his own peak. Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe it was just that he was feeling things for the first time, but to Cole... It felt like his brother was going to fill him. The torrent of hot seed that poured forth from his body was unreal, a heat that spread all over spots in his body he never knew he could feel before. Every so often at irregular intervals his brother's hips would jerk back and then immediately forward again, edging his dick just a little bit deeper than it had been before. By the time the teeth finally let go of his scruff, Cole didn't have anything left, not a single bit of energy to do anything but breathe. He fell forward onto the bed as soon as his brother let him go, his mind awash with physical sensations, emotions, and new feelings that were budding for the first time. As Ryan eased down on top of him from behind and wrapped his arms around him, Cole felt his ears glow a rosy shade of red. Being wrapped up in the arms of a male, a powerful male that had just taken him... It was a feeling he felt he could get used to. When his brother finally broke the breathless silence between them, he murmured just a few words that had Cole both eager and a little frightened at the same time. "In five minutes... I'm going to fuck you again." As a shiver traced down Cole's spine, he thought of the fate of the cat on the floor again... That of someone so lost to lust and being taken that they let it consume them, to the point where all they knew was want and desire, a need unlike any other. How many times would his brother use him tonight? How many times would he feel his seed spilling into his body? How many times would he lose himself in Ryan's arms? Cole didn't have any of the answers, not a single one... But he was eager to learn them.

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Title: Copulation in space by pinhead Tags: Abduction, Alien, Deep Penetration, Kissing, Other/Herm, Sci-Fi, Seduction PROLOGUE It was 9 o'clock at night and 22-year-old Amanda Kerner was walking down an empty, dimly-lit road on her way home from work when she heard dull, buzzing sound on top of her. Amanda looked up and she saw a large object hovering on top of her. Suddenly, a bright bluish light came out from the bottom of the object and shone down on her. The next thing she knew, the light and the object in the sky above her disappeared in a blink of an eye. She was once again all alone on the deserted road. Amanda looked at her wristwatch, it was 11 o'clock. Amanda gasped when she realized that two hours have passed without her knowing. When Amanda got home, she felt disoriented and decided to freshen herself up with a warm shower. Amanda immediately went to the bathroom and began to undress. As Amanda stripped off her clothes, she saw her panties were stained with a brownish patch. Amanda also found a sticky gelatinous substance covering her vagina. Alarmed and puzzled by how the substance got there, Amanda quickly washed it off. That night, Amanda had a strange dream. Amanda dreamed that she was alone inside a large room with white walls. The air around her was freezing cold and Amanda soon realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Looking down, Amanda could see that she was floating about two inches above the floor. Floating in front of Amanda was a five-foot-high, three-foot-wide, chrome-colored block. There was nothing else to see in the room but the floating block. Suddenly, Amanda started to move forward towards the block in front of her. Amanda was turned around so that her back was facing the block. Amanda's body shivered as the skin on her back touched the icy cold surface of the block. The moment her body touched the block, the block dipped down slightly, then tilted up and it scooped Amanda onto it. As Amanda lay supine on the block, a white-colored material appeared on top of her, floated down and covered her like a sheet from her chest to her thighs. And then, bit by bit, the material began to mold itself to Amanda's body. She had no idea what the material was but it seemed almost to be alive as it continued constricting about her form. At that moment, four strange beings appeared inside the room and gathered around the block. Amanda became terrified when she saw the strange beings as they looked down at her. The beings had large, bulbous heads, black eyes with no pupils, gray skin and a skinny body. Amanda tried to get away but she found herself unable to move her body. The only thing she could move was her eyes and her head. One of the beings took..... injected into her. Two of the beings went over to the end of the block where Amanda's legs were and began to spread them open, bending them at the knees. As two of the beings held her legs open, another being went between her legs. Amanda lifted her head to take a look but she couldn't see what the being was doing because the white material was blocking her view. However, Amanda could feel the being smearing a gelatinous substance over her vagina. Amanda then felt the being spread her vaginal lips open with its fingers and inserted something cold and metallic into her vagina. Amanda shivered when the instrument entered her vagina. As soon as the tip of the object touches her cervix, the instrument stopped and it began to open, dilating her vagina. Suddenly, the four beings looked up and Amanda saw a hole appeared on the ceiling above her and a chrome-colored orb that was about the size of a basketball came out of the hole. The orb descended towards Amanda and hovered above her head. Amanda could see her reflection on the orb as it hovered above her face. The orb then slowly floated over to her neck to her abdomen and finally stopped between her spread legs. Suddenly, a small hole appeared on the orb and a long, thin, hollow rod slowly came out of the hole. The thin rod continues to extend towards her vagina and Amanda struggled helplessly as it made contact with the instrument that was sticking out of her vagina. The tip of the rod entered her vagina through the instrument that held her vagina open and Amanda could feel the rod as it went deeper and deeper, pushing past her cervix and into her womb and stopped. A few seconds later, the orb began to glow with a blue light and Amanda felt fluid entering her womb as it spurted out of the rod. Amanda woke up abruptly, panting and sweating. She looked around and felt relieved when she realized she was in her bedroom. "A dream?" said Amanda to herself. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Three months later.... Amanda nervously looked at the result of the home pregnancy test kit. She gasped loudly in shock when she saw the result. She was pregnant. Home pregnancy test accuracy is not 100 % and Amanda's first thought was denial but she soon accepted it. During the last two months, Amanda had showed signs of pregnancy; her menses were absent for the last two months and she had been putting on weight. Amanda still finds it impossible because she had always used contraceptives and always insisted that her boyfriend, Jim, wear condoms whenever they had sex. But like the home pregnancy test, using contraceptives doesn't guarantee that it will prevent pregnancy. Amanda faced a dilemma. She was still single and only working a part-time job as a waitress in a diner. Her first thought was to terminate the pregnancy. However, the moment she thought about having an abortion, a strong inner maternal instinct came to life instantly making her wanted to protect her baby at all costs. In the end, Amanda decided to continue with the pregnancy..... CHAPTER ONE Several years later..... 7-year-old Alicia Kerner was playing in the field behind her grandmother's house when she saw a woman came out of the forest. The woman had blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a white robe. The woman stared at Alicia for a moment. She then raised her hand and beckoned for Alicia to come over to her. For a moment, Alicia hesitated; her mother had always told her not to talk or follow strangers. But when Alicia stared at the woman's hypnotic blue eyes, she became mesmerized and immediately trusted the woman even though she was a stranger. Alicia stood up and began walking towards the woman. However, before Alicia could get any closer to the woman, the woman turned around and walked back into the forest. Alicia was somehow compelled to follow the woman. She followed the woman into the forest as the woman went deeper and deeper into the forest. Alicia followed the woman until they arrived at a clearing in the forest. The woman stood still at the center of the clearing while Alicia slowly walked towards her. Suddenly, Alicia heard a soft humming sound above her. Alicia looked up and gasped at what she saw. Hovering above them was a large object that looks like a spacecraft. The spacecraft was oval-shaped and was silver in color. "What is that?" Alicia asked the woman that was standing in front of her. Suddenly, as Alicia watched, the woman's appearance blurred and she slowly morphed into a tall, horrible creature. The creature had a large, bald, bulbous head and gray skin. Its eyes were completely black and shaped like almond seeds. It had slits for nostrils and mouth. Alicia was about to turn around and flee from the gray-skinned creature that was standing in front of her when suddenly, a blue light came out of the spacecraft that was above them and shone down at them. Alicia suddenly became paralyzed and unable to move her body but she was able to move her eyes and head a little. The gray creature in front of Alicia went over to her and Alicia could see that the creature was much taller than her. The gray creature reached out and took her hand. Alicia felt the ground disappeared underneath her feet and soon realizes that she was floating in the air, heading towards the object above her. With a blink of an eye, Alicia found herself in a strange place which she soon realized that she was inside the object and the gray creature was still holding onto her hand. The place was a large, cylinder-shaped room and the floors and walls were made out of a shiny, smooth metallic material. "Where are we?" Alicia asked and she realized that she could still speak despite being unable to move her body. The gray creature ignored her question and moved forward, pulling Alicia along with it. Alicia could see that she and the gray creature were floating about 2 inches off the floor. Alicia examined her surroundings as she and the gray creature entered a corridor. As Alicia and the gray creature floated down the corridor, she was surprised by how clean the place was; everything was shining and smooth as if they were polished regularly. Alicia and the gray creature moved down the corridor until they arrived at a room. Inside the room were four more gray creatures. Alicia noticed that these gray creatures were shorter than the one that was holding her hand. Also inside the room was a metallic table with another smaller table beside it which had several strange-looking instruments arranged on top of it. The Tall Gray pulled Alicia into the room and upon entering it; the four Small Grays went over to her and proceeded to remove her clothes. Two of them removed her shirt and headband while another two pulled off her skirt and shoes. Unable to move, Alicia couldn't resist them as they undress her. "No, please don't," Alicia pleaded as the Small Grays continue to undress her, removing her undergarments. Naked, Alicia was floated about 1 meter into the air and her body was rotated from vertical to horizontal. Alicia was then floated over to the table and was slowly lowered onto it. Alicia shivered when her back touched the cold, metallic surface of the table. As she lay down on the table, the four Small Grays gathered around the table that Alicia lay on and began to perform a physical examination on her. The physical examinations reminded Alicia of the same physical examinations that were previously performed on her by a doctor. The Small Grays started the examinations on her head. One of the Small Grays placed its hands on Alicia's temples and carefully rolls her head from side to side. Next, they examined her ears and eyes. Taking some instruments from the small table, one Small Gray examined Alicia's ears with an instrument that resembled an otoscope while another Small Gray examined her eyes with a light-emitting device similar to an ophthalmoscope. A Small Gray opened Alicia's mouth and used a light-emitting instrument to look inside. They took samples of her hair, pulling several strands of Alicia's blonde hair painfully out of her scalp. During the examination, the Tall Gray stood and watched while the Small Grays worked on Alicia. After the head examination was completed, the Small Grays lifted Alicia up into a sitting position on the table. The Small Grays had to hold on onto Alicia so that she doesn't fall to one side because she is still paralyzed and her muscle tone is nonexistent. Once she is in this position, the Small Grays began to examine her back and vertebrae. They touched and pressed on each individual vertebra from the neck to her coccyx. After they have examined Alicia's vertebrae and back, the Small Grays put her back into a lying position on the table and began to examine her abdomen. They palpated her stomach area and examined her ribs. They then touched and palpated her underdeveloped breasts. Alicia winced as she felt a powerful and painful squeezing around her nipples. "Please stop", Alicia begged. "You're hurting me". We must do this, said a voice in her head. It is important that we do this. Before Alicia could say anything else, the squeezing sensations on her nipples stopped and the Small Grays now concentrated on her legs. They carefully observe and touched the soles of Alicia's feet. They touched her ankles and twist her foot from side to side. The Small Grays then examined Alicia's knees, bending her leg a few times as if they are observing the action of the joints. While they were palpating her thighs, one of the Small Grays used an instrument to make a small, almost painless incision on Alicia's right calf. While the incision was being made, no blood came out of the wound. A scar formed almost instantly at the site. Alicia was aware of what the Small Gray was doing to her. "What are you doing?" Alicia asked worriedly. We are marking you, said the voice in her head. For future observations. "What do you mean by that?" Alicia demanded, realizing the voice was coming from the Small Gray. The Small Gray did not answer her. Instead, they began to spread her legs open, bending them at the knees. Two Small Grays held Alicia's legs open while another Small Gray reached under the table which she lay on and pulled out a lamp with a flexible neck. Alicia tried to resist but she couldn't move a muscle. The Small Gray positioned the lamp between Alicia's legs and the lamp was switched on. A bright light shone from the lamp onto Alicia's hairless, prepubescent vagina. The Small Gray then began examining her vagina. Using two of its long fingers, the Gray spread open her labia and examined the internal structures of Alicia's vagina with its finger. The Gray rubbed the walls of her vaginal tract but her hymen stopped him from going further into her. The examination of her vagina frightened Alicia but she somehow found the whole procedure pleasurable and she hated herself for feeling that way. "You shouldn't do that," Alicia said, her face blushing. Don't be afraid, said the voice in Alicia's head. It will be over soon. The Small Gray pulled out its fingers from Alicia's vagina and took a long instrument that has a bright light emitted on its tip and pointed it between Alicia's legs. Alicia jerked when the instrument went into her. Alicia felt something tear and gave way and pain surged in her vagina. The pain was so intense that she couldn't even scream. The instrument continued to make its way through her vaginal tract as the pain slowly subsided. "I hate you!" Alicia shouted. "Once I get home, I'll tell my mom." You will not remember this, said the voice in her head calmly. "I will remember!" Alicia shouted. No, you won't, said the voice. Before Alicia could say anything else, the instrument was removed and her legs were put back together. Alicia was then moved into a prone position on the table. Alicia felt hands pressing on the cheeks of her buttocks, separating them to reveal her anus. Alicia jerked and gasped when she felt an instrument, which she couldn't see what it was, being inserted into her anus. Alicia was forced to endure the humiliating procedure as the instrument continued probing her rectum. Awhile later, the instrument was then removed and Alicia was put back into a supine position on the table. At that moment, the Tall Gray went over to the table where Alicia's head was. It bent down slightly so that it was staring at Alicia's face and placed its cold hands on her shoulders. Alicia wanted to turn her head to look away from those huge, ugly, black eyes but she couldn't. Alicia could do nothing else except to continue staring directly into the Tall Gray's eyes. Alicia soon became overwhelmed by the Tall Gray's eyes and she felt herself being consumed by them. Suddenly, Alicia had flashes of old, childhood memories. Alicia realized that the Tall Gray has entered her mind like a metal probe and began sifting through her memories. Angered by the intrusion, Alicia tried desperately to fight the Tall Gray and evict it from her mind. "Get out of my head!" Alicia demanded as the Tall Gray continued to probe her mind. Please do not fight me, said the voice in her head calmly. "I don't want you in here," said Alicia. "Get out!" The Tall Gray did not answer her and continued with its task. Alicia felt completely powerless as the Tall Being continued to extract information from her. Finally, after about five minutes of mental probing, the Tall Gray withdrew from Alicia's mind but it continues to stare into Alicia's eyes. As the Tall Gray continued to stare into Alicia's eyes, Alicia suddenly felt a rush of pleasurable emotions and feelings in her body. At first, Alicia tried to resist those feelings but her will was no match for the Tall Gray's mental power. No matter how much she tried, the pleasurable feelings only got stronger and stronger. Unable to resist anymore, Alicia surrendered to the Tall Gray and allowed the strong, pleasurable feelings consume her. The feelings spread to every part of her body. Alicia felt all her fear and anger towards the Tall Gray vanished and were replaced by sudden love and devotion to the Tall Gray. The feelings slowly changed Alicia's perception of the Tall Gray. Alicia began to feel that the Tall Gray was not an enemy but a friend and she wishes to cooperate and allow him to do anything he wants to her. The feelings soon began to turn erotic which is something that Alicia had never experienced before. Being only 7 years old, Alicia never knew what sexual pleasure is and Alicia initially tried to resist the feelings. But the intense sexual pleasure and the uncontrollable demand of her body finally forced Alicia to embrace the feelings. A soft gasp came out of Alicia's mouth as she experienced her first prepubescent orgasm. Her body trembled and she began breathing rapidly as her orgasm spreads all over her body. Normally, an orgasm would only last about less than a minute but this one lasted more than that. Unknown to Alicia, the Tall Gray is controlling the duration of her orgasm to let her experience a long, uninterrupted orgasm that no human could experience naturally. Alicia's orgasm finally ceased after about three minutes. As Alicia lay down on the table basking in the warm, post-orgasmic afterglow of her orgasm, she heard the voice in her head saying, Feels good doesn't it? Alicia responded by nodding her head weakly. A few minutes later, Alicia began to float off the table and she was placed on the floor on her feet. Suddenly, Alicia was able to move her body again and the Tall Gray handed her a folded piece of cloth which she unfolded to reveal a white gown. Alicia immediately put on the gown to cover her nudity. She was then led out of the room by the Tall Gray and into the corridor. The Tall Gray stopped at a wall and with a wave of its hand; an opening appeared on the wall. The Tall Gray gestured for Alicia to enter first. She entered a large room that was about the size of a classroom. Inside this room, there was another Tall Gray and a group of about ten to twelve children that were either younger or older than Alicia. All the children wore the same white gown that she was wearing. The Tall Gray that was inside the room gestured for Alicia and the other children to stand in a circle around it. Once the children had gathered into a circle around the Tall Gray, the Tall Gray then held out a metallic orb which was about the size of a basketball. The Tall Gray went over to one boy and handed the orb to him. Alicia saw the Tall Gray giving silent instructions to the boy and then stepped back, watching the boy closely. Matt watched and waited as the boy stared at the orb he was holding. A few seconds later, the orb began to levitate and it floated upwards from the boy's hand. However, after about five seconds later, the orb dropped onto the floor with a dull thud. The Tall Gray bent down and picked up the orb from the floor. It then went over to the girl was standing beside the boy. Each of the children was given a chance to try to levitate the orb. Some could make it float and keep it in the air for a few seconds while others can do it only for a few minutes. There are also those that couldn't make the orb levitate at all. Soon, it was Alicia's turn. Concentrate your thoughts on the orb and it will follow your commands, said a female voice inside Alicia's head. Alicia concentrated on the orb and it immediately floated upwards. Unlike the other children, Alicia could somehow move the orb while it was floating in the air and she made it do complex moves which the other children couldn't do. The other children stared at Alicia enviously and some showed signs of resentment as she made the orb do more dazzling maneuvers in the air. After awhile, the Tall Gray reached out and took the orb from the air. You have done well, said the same female voice in Alicia's head. But the others are feeling envious of your abilities so we must stop. After all the children were tested with the orb, several Small Grays entered the room. The Small Grays took Alicia out of the room and back into the corridor. Alicia was taken into a room that has a large table in the centre of the room. The two Small Grays that escorted Alicia removed her gown and helped her to get onto the large table. For a few minutes, Alicia lay down on the cold, metallic table and then a Tall Gray entered the room. The Tall Gray went over to the table that Alicia lay on and stared into her eyes. Now we are going to give you something, said the voice, which Alicia now knew belongs to the Tall Gray, as a Small Gray handed a large, circular glass container to the Tall Gray. Alicia could see that inside the container are several tiny chrome-colored balls that were about the size of a BB pellet. This are for you, said the Tall Gray as it handed the container back to the Small Gray while another Small Gray handed a long, thin metallic needle-like probe that resembled needles that were used for knitting to the Tall Gray. The Tall Gray took and pointed the probe at Alicia's face and Alicia could see that one of the tiny balls was attached to the end of the probe. This will hurt a little, said the Tall Gray. Just relax and be still. The Tall Gray placed one hand on Alicia's forehead and she began to feel relaxed. The Tall Gray then removed its hand from her forehead and inserted the probe into Alicia's left nostril and continued to push into her nasal cavity. Alicia could hear the faint sound of bone cracking as the probe broke through her nasal cavity and entered what Alicia felt was her brain. Alicia felt extreme pain but the Tall Gray placed its hand on Alicia's forehead again and the pain mysteriously disappeared. The probe was then removed and Alicia could see blood on the tip of the probe and the tiny ball was gone. Alicia was then turned around so that she was lying face down on the table. Alicia could feel the probe as it pierced through her skin, her thoracic vertebrae and all the way into her spinal cord. Alicia felt a sharp, stabbing pain as the probe went in. The probe was then removed and Alicia felt it as it was used to pierce through her lumbar vertebrae. After the probe was removed from Alicia's lumbar vertebrae, Alicia was positioned back into a supine position on the table. The Tall Gray handed the probe back to the Small Gray and took another probe that has a sharp end and a long hose connected to it. Alicia felt the Tall Gray's ice-cold hand on her stomach and she lifted her head to see the Tall Gray pointing the probe at her navel. "No, please don't," Alicia pleaded. Don't worry, said the Tall Gray. It won't hurt. Before Alicia could say anything else, the Tall Gray inserted the probe's sharp end into her navel. Alicia felt pain as the probe went through her navel and straight into her abdominal cavity. Like before, the Tall Gray placed its hand on Alicia's forehead and the pain subsided. Alicia felt air was being pumped into her abdomen and her abdomen began to expand like a balloon. With one hand holding the probe in place, the Tall Gray took the same probe with one of the tiny balls on its end and inserted it into her abdomen, just above her navel. Alicia felt the probe as it painlessly entered through her abdomen and headed straight for her groin area, towards one of her ovaries. The probe was then removed and the ball on its end was gone. This will monitor your sexual organs and will inform us when you are able to procreate, said the Tall Gray. Alicia felt her stomach began to deflate and the Tall Gray removed the instrument from her navel. The Tall Gray handed the instrument back to the Small Gray and it went over to where Alicia's head was. It bent over and stared directly into Alicia's eyes. Suddenly, Alicia began to feel sleepy. Not able to stay awake any longer, Alicia closed her eyes and fell asleep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When Alicia opened her eyes, she found herself back at the field behind her grandmother's house, fully dressed in her clothes. When she looked down at her legs, she saw a scar on her right calf that she knew was never there before. She tried to recall what had happened earlier that gave her that scar but her memory was blank and she couldn't remember anything. CHAPTER TWO Seven years later, Alicia is now fourteen years old and is sleeping inside her bedroom with her younger sister, Karla. Karla was three years younger than Alicia and she was the daughter of her mother and her husband, Bob. Alicia knows that her real father must have been her mother's ex-boyfriend, Jim, whom she met before Bob. Suddenly, Alicia was woken up by a bright blue light that was shining from outside her bedroom window. Alicia wanted to get out of bed to see what the light was outside but found out that she couldn't move. With a blink of an eye, several strange creatures appeared inside the bedroom. The creatures were identical to each other. They had large, bald, bulbous heads and gray skin. Their large eyes were black and shaped like almond seeds. They had slits for nostrils and mouths. Alicia was absolutely terrified of the gray creature but at the same time felt some familiarity as if she had met the creatures somewhere before. Alicia opened her mouth to scream for help as two of the gray creatures went over and gathered around Alicia's bed but nothing came out of her mouth. Alicia managed to turn her head to see three gray creatures gathered around Alicia's sleeping sister, Karla. Suddenly, Karla began to levitate from her bed and the gray creatures around her levitated with her. They floated towards the light that was coming from the bedroom window and went through the windows like ghosts. Alicia felt her body moving and realized that she too started to float in the air with the two gray creatures floating around her. Alicia and the two gray creatures floated towards the bedroom windows and they went through them as if the windows weren't there. Once outside of the house, she saw where the blue light was coming from. It was coming from a large object that was hovering in the night sky. The object resembled a spacecraft and Alicia and the two gray creatures were now floating towards it. Alicia suddenly felt a soothing vibration around her body. The soothing vibrations made Alicia feel sleepy but Alicia fought the urge to fall asleep. A short while later, Alicia gave up and fell asleep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When Alicia regained consciousness, she found herself inside a room, lying down on something hard and metallic. Alicia slowly got up into sitting position on the table and began to look around. The room had metallic walls that were shining and smooth as if they had been polished. Alicia also realized that her pajamas were gone and she was wearing a white, semi-transparent gown. Alicia got off the table that she was lying on. She shivered when her bare feet touched the icy-cold floor. She slowly walked out of the room through a doorway and into a corridor. She then slowly walked down the corridor until she came to a room that had strange symbols carved on the doorway. Alicia carefully peeked to see what was inside the room. Inside the room, there were three gray creatures, two Small Grays and one Tall Gray, gathered around a table. On the table was a teenage girl and when Alicia saw her face, she realized that it was Karla. Karla was naked and she was restrained on the table by plastic-like straps that were tied around her wrists and belly. Her legs were spread wide open and placed into stirrups that were almost similar to the ones that gynecologists use to examine women. Beside the table which Karla lay on was another smaller table that had various instruments on it. Alicia watched as the Grays around Karla began to do examinations on her sister. One of the Small Grays used a long, thin, metallic rod that has a tiny ball on its end and inserted it into Karla's right nostril. The Small Gray pushed the probe deeper and deeper and Alicia could see Karla squeezed her eyes shut in pain. The probe was then removed and Alicia saw the ball at the end of the probe was missing. Meanwhile, the Tall Gray went over to where Karla's head was and bent over to stare into her eyes as a Small Gray took an instrument that resembled a vaginal speculum and went between Karla's legs. The Small Gray used its long fingers to spread open Karla's labia and proceeded to insert the speculum into Karla's vagina. Karla's body jerked when the speculum entered her but she did not stop staring into the Tall Gray's eyes. Suddenly, Karla squeezed her hand into a fist and she opened her mouth as if she was howling in pain but no sound came out. Alicia was about to go over to her sister's aid when she suddenly felt a cold hand touched her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw a Tall Gray standing behind her, its black almond-shaped eyes staring straight into Alicia's. The moment Alicia and the Tall Gray lock eyes with each other, Alicia suddenly became paralyzed again. Alicia then began to float about two inches off the floor. The Tall Gray followed Alicia as she was floated into the room where Karla was. The Grays that were working on Karla stopped whatever they were doing the moment Alicia was floated into the room. Alicia was floated over to a bench that was inside the room and was made to sit on it. Unable to move, Alicia was forced to watch helplessly as the Grays continue to probe the inside of Karla's vagina. "Let her go!" Alicia demanded. The Grays ignored her and continued with whatever they were doing to her. A few minutes later, Karla was freed from her restraints and she floated off examination table. Karla was then floated over to the bench where Alicia was sitting and she sat down beside her. It is your turn, said a voice in Alicia's head. Alicia's body suddenly stood up from the bench and two Small Grays went over and took off Alicia's gown, leaving her naked. She was floated over to the now vacant examination table. Alicia stared at the table as she floated towards it. Fear gripped her when she saw the stirrups that were waiting for her legs to be placed and secured in them by the plastic straps. Alicia's body was tilted into a horizontal position and was floated above the table. Alicia slowly descended onto the table and she shivered when her back touched the cold metallic surface of the table. As the Tall and Small Grays gathered around the table, Alicia knew that they were going to do exactly what they did to Karla to her. Alicia managed to turn her head to see Karla sitting on the bench staring at her as the Grays begin their examination. Alicia was given a physical examination which they started with her head, examining her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. They then examined her breasts, palpating and squeezing them, and were followed by her ribs, abdomen, thighs, legs and feet. They then sat her up on the table and examined her back and vertebrae. Alicia was then laid on her belly and the Grays used an instrument, which Alicia couldn't see, to examine her rectum. Alicia protested when they were doing the rectal examination but her protests were ignored. The rectal examination was humiliating but Alicia could not do anything to stop it. After the rectal examination was completed, Alicia was laid on her back once more. One of the Tall Grays went over to where Alicia's head was and bent over to stare into Alicia's eyes. As they locked eyes with each other, Alicia felt a mental probe entered her mind and began to sift through her memories. After sifting through her memories, the Tall Gray took a long, thin probe with a sharp tip and inserted it into Alicia's left nostril. The probe was then withdrawn from her nose and she saw a tiny ball at the tip of the probe. The Tall Gray took another similar probe that also had a tiny ball on its end and inserted it into Alicia's right nostril. The probe was then taken out and Alicia saw that the tiny ball at the tip of the probe had disappeared. After that, the Small Grays began to tie her wrists and belly down onto the table with the same plastic straps which they had previously used on Karla. They then spread Alicia's legs apart, bending them at the knees, and placed them in the stirrups. Her legs were then secured to the stirrups with similar plastic straps. A Tall Gray that was at Alicia's head bent over and its black eyes stared directly into Alicia's eyes again. Alicia suddenly felt emotions erupted within her that made her became sexually aroused. At first she tried extremely hard to suppress the emotions but she couldn't stop her body from responding. Her breathing became short and rapid while her vagina moistened and her nipples harden as the emotions continued unabated. Alicia felt long slender fingers touched her between her legs and spread her labia. Alicia jerked when she felt something cold and metallic entered her vagina and continued forward. She instinctively wanted to look down between her legs but she found herself unable to take her eyes off the Tall Gray's. The emotions continue to rage in Alicia and she finally stopped trying to fight it. Less than a minute later, Alicia's body shivered as her orgasm hits her. Less than a minute later, Alicia's orgasm finally ceased and the Tall Gray took its eyes away from Alicia's. As she basked in the warm post-orgasmic afterglow, she felt something long and flexible penetrated her cervix and went all the way to her left ovary. She felt a cramping sensation. The instrument was then withdrawn from Alicia and she lifted her head to see a long, thin, transparent rod was slowly pulled out of her vagina. The Tall Gray that was holding the rod pointed its end into a small, glass container that a Small Gray was holding. Alicia could see some liquid with several tiny balls being aspirated out of the rod and into the container. From what she had learned from school, she knew those tiny balls were her ova. Alicia felt outrage that the Grays were taking something from her without permission. "You have no right to do this!" Alicia said angrily. It is our right, said the voice in her head. "What do you mean it is your right?!" Alicia demanded. "You have absolutely no right to take my ova." Yes, we can do this and you will let us do this, said the voice and the conversation ended. The Small Gray then left the room with the container. Meanwhile, the Tall Gray stared into Alicia's eyes again and this time she became sleepy. Alicia tried to fight the urge to sleep but she was soon overwhelmed by the feeling and slowly fell asleep. Just before Alicia succumbed to unconsciousness, she heard soft whisper: Soon it will be time... When Alicia woke up, she was back in her bedroom lying on her bed. Like before she had no memory of what had happened to her. However, when Alicia undressed to have a shower, she realized her panties had disappeared. This puzzled Alicia because she doesn't remember taking off her panties last night. What was most troubling was that Alicia also found some yellowish discharge oozing out of her vagina. CHAPTER THREE Three years later... Alicia was inside the bedroom with her boyfriend, Matt. After making sure that the door was locked and the curtains closed, Alicia began to undress in front of Matt as he sat on her bed. She removed her shirt and jeans and then her bra and finally her panties. Albert then got up and began to undress too. Alicia lay down on the bed and watched as her boyfriend undress in front of her. After taking off his clothes, Matt got into bed with Alicia and they embraced each other. Matt begins by stroking Alicia's breasts to stimulate her and Alicia's body responded immediately; she felt her nipples contract and wetness between her legs. Matt then proceeded to kiss her on the neck and slowly moved up to kiss her lips. As they kissed each other on the lips, Matt's erected penis found its way into Alicia's vagina and it slipped easily into her moistened vagina. This puzzled Alicia briefly because there was no pain during the penetration. Alicia was certain this was the first time she was making love but she quickly ignored it as Matt began thrusting in and out of her. Matt's penis rubbing of her vagina walls sent ripples of pleasure all over her. As she and Matt were locked together in the haze of pleasure, Alicia heard a soft humming sound coming from outside the bedroom. At first she assumed it was just a passing vehicle but then suddenly a blue light shone through the bedroom window. At that moment, Matt stopped thrusting into Alicia and lay limp on top of Alicia. "I can't move," Matt said. Alicia also found out she was unable to move as well. The only thing she could move was her eyes and head. Suddenly, as Alicia turned her head to look at her left, several strange gray creatures appeared inside the room. It is time, said a soft voice inside Alicia's head. There was a flash of light and Alicia and Matt found themselves standing naked in a strange place with the gray creatures around them. Alicia noticed that the gray creatures were floating in the air about two inches off the floor. When Alicia looked down she saw that she too was floating in the air. Two of the gray creatures went over to Alicia and Matt. Alicia wanted to turn and run but her legs were unresponsive. One of the gray creatures reached out and took Matt's hands while the other took Alicia's. Alicia and Matt were taken into separate rooms by the gray creatures. Alicia was taken into a large, cylinder-shaped room and had a round, metallic table in the center. "What are we doing here?" Alicia asked, absolutely terrified by what was happening to her. Suddenly, a teenage boy appeared at the doorway of the room. The boy had blonde hair and larger-than-normal blue eyes. Like Alicia, the boy was naked. When Alicia stared into the boy's blue eyes, she felt peace washes over her and all fear disappeared. As she and the boy locked eyes with each other, Alicia immediately felt a sudden love for him which she couldn't explain and she felt that everything was alright now and that she is safe from harm. Under the spell of the boy's enchanting eyes, Alicia began to walk forward, ignoring the icy-cold metallic floor that she was walking on, towards the boy. Alicia and the boy stared at each other for awhile and then the boy reached out and touched Alicia on the breast with the palm of his hand without taking his eyes of Alicia's. Alicia instantly felt herself become sexually excited as the boy stroked her breast and gently squeezed them repeatedly. Unable to control her desires, she opened her arms and embraced the boy. She kissed his face and neck with uninhibited delight and the boy responded by kissing her on the forehead, cheeks and finally her lips. Together, Alicia and the boy went over to the table that was inside the room and they climbed onto it. Once on the table, Alicia and the boy lay down, the boy on top of Alicia, and embraced each other again and they began to make love to each other. Alicia gasped as she felt the boy inserted his penis into her and began to thrust in and out of her repeatedly. At the corner of Alicia's eye, she could see the gray creature staring at them as she and the by make love but she didn't care. Less than a minute later, Alicia let out a loud moan as her orgasm took her, she felt hot liquid spurted out of the boy's penis as her body shivered uncontrollably. When her orgasm finally ceased, Alicia lay down panting while the boy withdrew from her. As she stared into the boy's eyes one more time, Alicia felt a wave of sleepiness and her vision melted to black. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Meanwhile, Matt was inside another room, lying on a table with three Small Grays and a Tall Gray around him. After performing a physical examination on him, the Tall Gray took an instrument that resembled a test tube with a long hose connected to it. The Tall Gray used its long fingers to lift Matt's penis, holding it upright and then placed the tube over it. For a few seconds, there was nothing, just the sensation of his penis being encased by the tube. Suddenly, Matt felt some kind of rubbing sensation around his penis which slowly built up in intensity. The rubbing sensation soon became a pleasurable sensation and Matt recognized it as the same feeling that he felt whenever he masturbated. For a while, he tried extremely hard to suppress the erotic feelings that were building up in his body. Unable to suppress the pleasure any longer, he finally let it go. His seed spurted out of him, sending shockwaves of the intense pleasure of orgasm throughout his body as he ejaculated his semen into the tube. There was some suction and the white liquid was sucked into the hose that was connected to the tube. The tube was then removed and Matt's penis fell limply between his legs. Matt was exhausted and he felt hot and sweaty as he basked in the post-orgasmic afterglow on the table. Suddenly, Matt felt himself floating off the table and he was put into a standing position on the floor. Matt was then floated out of the room, escorted by a Tall Gray, and was taken into another room. Inside this room was a young girl that was slightly younger than Matt. Like Matt, she was naked and Matt found her attractive. When Matt stared into the girl's blue eyes, he suddenly felt sexually aroused. The girl continued to lock eyes with Matt as she went over to him. Unable to resist her, Matt embraced the girl tightly and sealed her lips with a kiss. Matt doesn't know how long they were locked together but when they were finally separated from the kiss, Matt and the girl went over to the table that was inside the room.... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When Alicia opened her eyes she found herself sitting in what appears to be a chair. Except her head and eyes, she was still unable to move. Suddenly, an image appeared in front of her like a television screen. The image shows what appears to be a war taking place in a country which she doesn't know. She saw buildings being bombed and people getting shot and killed. The image then faded and was replaced by an image showing natural disasters occurring. She saw cities being torn apart by earthquakes, tornadoes, floods and other natural disasters. Your species are on the brink of extinction, said a voice in Alicia's head. Alicia looked around but she saw no one was around her. "What do you mean by that?" Alicia asked. You have seen it for yourself, said the voice. Despite your advance technology, your species are still vulnerable to your planet's natural disasters. Your species are also killing themselves with wars and genocide. "But what does that got to do with me?" Alicia asked. "I can't do anything about these things." You can't, said the voice. But your child will. "What?!" Alicia said, shocked. You are impregnated with a special child that will grow to lead the way for your species to prevent their extinction, said the voice. Alicia remembered the lovemaking she had with the boy. "Why me?" Alicia asked. You were created by us specifically to become the vessel to carry this special child, said the voice. Just like how your mother was chosen before you to carry you. "No! I don't want this!" Alicia protested. "I'll abort this baby that I'm carrying!" You won't remember this, said the voice calmly. "I will remember this and I will have an abortion," Alicia insisted. You will not remember it, the voice assured. We have done this many times before. Suddenly, Alicia had a flashback of forgotten memories. She remembered the time when they first took her at the age of 7 and then at the age of 14. She also vaguely remembered that she had also been abducted many times before between the age of 7 and 14 and maybe more after that. Before Alicia could remember anything else, she felt a wave of sleepiness and she tried extremely hard to stay awake. It wasn't long before she closed her eyes and drifted away to sleep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When Alicia and Matt woke up, they found themselves together in each other's arms on the bed. Like many times before, Alicia had no memories of what had occurred to her. EPILOGUE Months later... "Push, Alicia!" shouted the midwife. "Push!" Alicia took in a deep breath and she pushed. The cramping subsided and she loosened her grip on Matt's hand. Everyone was here for this moment; her mother, Amanda, stepfather, Bob, and sister, Karla. Each of them giving support to her as much as they could. "One more push and it will be over," said the midwife. As soon as she said that, the cramping came again. Alicia took in a deep breath and pushed with all her might. Alicia heard the faint cry of a newborn baby taking its first breath of life. "You have a baby boy," said the midwife as she handed the crying baby to its mother. Strangely, the baby stopped crying when Alicia held her. Mesmerized, Alicia cradled the baby as she stared into its blue eyes. END

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Title: Atop the Cliff by Runa Tags: Bestiality, Dominance, Feral x Anthro, Gryphon, Knot, Knotting, Lizard, M/M, Stretching, sizeplay Atop the Cliff What a wonderful day it was to bask. Vinn was laying facedown on a massive boulder, his scales soaking up every bit of light the sun offered him; his yellow fin capped by a blue tip and black markings was at full mast to absorb every bit of warmth he could catch. Some days he wanted to travel, some days he wanted to meet friends, but today he just wanted to rest. It has been an incredibly stressful week and he just needed to focus on rejuvenating his body and mind. Little did he know that this lake was a bad place to be resting, for it was the home to a couple of mythical beasts that lived in the mountain on the other side. The little bipedal lizard was finally getting to the point where he was comfortable closing his eyes, nuzzling his chin into the bit of soft moss that was there when a shadow swept over him, the quick blotting of light acting like a flash on his retinas. He shook himself awake and looked around, not sure what had happened. He glanced to the sky buy saw nothing but a few birds in the distance, which he shrugged off. He shook his head and laid back down, but just as he was getting comfortable for a second time, a dark form descended on him with a screech and snatched him up, the impact of the beast's talons hitting the lizard with such impact he was temporarily disoriented. His body limped and his limbs dangled below him as he felt himself being lifted higher and higher into the sky. As he came to, he was easily hundreds of feet off the ground; in his groggy state he looked up to see the white-feathered breast of a massive gryphon who was flapping its wings to get higher in the sky. He barely managed to take notice of the fact that four limbs were holding him close to the beast's belly, two talons and two feline paws. He tried to wiggle, but stopped as he felt the claws digging into him, and he realized that if he slipped and fell, only the water would break his fall. In circles the gryphon flew, gaining height as he went until they got high enough to see a plateau cresting over one of the mountain cliffs leading to a small cave. Vinn quickly guessed this was the gryphon's nesting area. Vin grasped lightly at the beast's chest fur. He didn't want to fall, but something inside him told him this would be his end either way. Gryphon's don't haul back prey to their dens or caves to play with them; no, Vinn was probably going to slip down that beast's muscular throat and into his belly, ne'er to be seen again. This thought terrified the lizard, but he quickly came to terms with his fate, thinking that there were certainly worse ways to go. The two of them flew in another massive loop before the gryphon swept down and dropped Vinn on the rocks, leaving the lizard to land with a thud. He tried to catch his breath and resituate himself, but as he went to stand up, the gryphon swooped down again and landed on top of him, all four legs spread out to keep him from darting off. The black and white striped gryphon gaped open his beak as he lowered his gaze, one piercing blue eye glaring directly at Vinn, who shrunk down against the rock in submission, leaning against the beast's front talon. Vinn could feel a deep rumble emanating from the gryphon's chest, reverberating down the leg that he was leaning on. He wasn't sure if it was a growl or a purr, either way he didn't feel he was ready for what would come next. He took in a deep breath to prepare himself, but as he did a sharp scent stabbed his nostrils, a powerful earthy musk so thick it seemed to block out the other scents of the mountain plateau. Vinn found that, while he was terrified of the feral beast that had snatched him up and carried him off, likely to make a meal out of him, the sweet odor that the beast emanated was intoxicating and amazingly distracting. It smelled of sex, the morning after. He took another eager sniff, leaning his body towards the source of the smell - a slit of puffy black flesh near the gryphon's rump. He knew, now, what this creature had in store for him, and he was no longer scared, only worried. This gryphon was bigger than any horse Vinn had seen, there was no way he would be an adequate hen for this drake! Regardless, his curiosity got the better of him and he found his nose tugging him towards the rear end of the undercarriage of the beast that had pinned him down. He reached up with one of his hands, cradling between the feline legs to tickle at the moist, black-fleshed slit, which made the gryphon's hips buck forward, scaring Vinn into yanking his arm away. "Scrrrrr!" the gryphon growled as he looked down between his legs to glare angrily at the lizard. It was an odd combination of a growl and a screech that was truly terrifying. Vinn knew he had no choice but to continue. Still curious but with a hint of caution, he reached up again, this time with both hands. One to slip a couple fingers into the moist slit, the other to cradle the beast's furred orbs. The high pitch growl that was resonating from the gryphon's warm body lowered to a gentle purr as Vinn's fingers gently massaged at the feline flesh. He could feel the pointy barbs catching on the scales of his fingers as the gryphon's member dared to slowly push its way out. Vinn smiled as some of the feral drake's lubricating fluids trickled down his forearm, intensifying the warm aroma that came from the moist slit. The gryphon pressed his lower body down against the lizard's chest, flattening him against the rocks, trapping his hand in the massive, meaty slit. He was still letting out a gentle growl-purr as he wiggled his hips back and forth, his pointed, barbed tip slipping free of his slit. Like a rutting feline, he opened his beak as though to bare his teeth as he thrust gently, pressing his moist member against Vinn's belly, rubbing it back and forth to let his barbs catch on the lizard's skin. Vinn saw how small the gryphon's dick was, and despite those barbs he felt he could take it, so he shifted about underneath the drake's belly so that the feral beast could mate him like a gryphon hen. He raised his tail and pulled it to the side, holding still as the gryphon poked idly at the lizard's rump, eventually finding his goal. Vinn could feel his cloaca part as the tapered rod pushed its way past his ventral scales, tickling his eager hole with every motion. The barbs didn't hurt, they were almost ticklish as they pushed out, catching on his rippled inner flesh before tensing up and flattening agaisnt the feline shaft. Yeah, this was a lot better than he was expecting. But the gryphon was still an aggressive, feral drake. Once that barbed tip was in and aimed properly, he gripped at Vinn's hips with his talons and arched his back firmly as he thrust, his cock emerging fully from the slit to lance deeply into Vinn's backside. "Aah!" Vinn cried as he felt every inch get shoved into him. The beast's tip may have been tapered and thin, but the deeper it went, the thicker it got to the point where he felt his rump spread well beyond what he was comfortable with. He felt his tender hole grow hypersensitive as the girthy gryphon cock stretched his flesh, the rhythmic pulsing growing more intense with every passing second until it was more like a throb. Vinn clenched his teeth down and closed his eyes, trying to get a firm grip on the rocks as the cock inside him inflated. He tried to push away, knowing he was about to be knotted, but the more he struggled, the bigger the set of knot-bulbs grew inside him until it was resting just beyond his opening. He could feel his flesh trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the gryphon's hot seed began erupting into him. His own pair of cocks slipped from their confines to expose themselves to the hot summer air, beads of precum shaking then falling to the rock as the drake's thrusts rocked his body. The growling purr got more intense until it was just a growl, and the gryphon's body kept tensing up to thrust into Vinn's hole, the knot barely sliding forward or back, but spinning gently to get comfortable within the lizard's innards. He let out a screech as he reared his head back, having taken the little lizard with ease. After a long and sensual release, he took in a deep breath and looked back down at the lizard, who was still splayed out on the rocks, panting heavily. He gaped open his beak and panted, each gentle movement prodding at Vinn's insides. He could feel a warm fluid slapping at his inner thighs coming from Vinn's twin cocks, so he stepped over the reptile's tail to expose more his his rump before getting a grip and pulling back, bringing Vinn with him. "RRRH!" Vinn growled as the drake's massive knot tugged on his sore hole. He could feel the rim of his cloaca stretch to its limits as the gryphon's knot slowly slipped out, a release of pressure a welcome gift as the heat and soreness remained. He could feel the gryphon's hot seed seeping out from his tender rump, mixing in with his own fluids to form a puddle on the rocks as the gryph pulled his cock completely free of his rump, the flared out barbs tickling at his insides one last time before the thick black meat fell out with a wet schlorping. The gryphon wasted no time hopping away form the used yet satisfied lizard. He leaned over to clean his cock off as it deflated and retreated back into its slit. Vinn looked back at the regal drake for only a moment before the gryphon spread his wings and dove off the cliff, leaving Vinn to fend for himself atop the mountain plateau. "Well fuck, what am I gonna do now?" He muttered to himself, anxiously awaiting the beast's return so he could have another go at him.

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Title: Meeting Kelsey Ch. 02: Missing Kelsey Tags: blowjobs, blackmail, college, exhibitionism, humiliation, lesbian first time, lesbian, spanking, public nudity, public sex I woke up and started crying again. Kelsey was still asleep in my bed and my roommate had packed up and left for Christmas break. I wasn't going home until a couple of days before Christmas, so I had a week to just relax. Relaxing sounded nice. It would have meant a lot more if Greg were still in my life. I knew it was a mistake. I knew it and I did it anyway and now my boyfriend hated me. He was drunk, not capable of making that decision. I was sober, I should have been stronger. Eventually, my sobs woke Kelsey. "Oh God, did I get in a fight? I feel awful." Kelsey groaned. "You want some water and Tylenol?" I asked her, offering the tablets in my hand and a cold bottle from the refrigerator. "Thanks Jess." Well, at least she remembered my name. "What happened last night? Why am I in your bed?" I told her about her comments and the fight. She looked miserable. "It will be alright Jessica." She said with a forced smile. She swallowed the pills and drank down the water. "He hates me." I started crying again. "Oh bullshit." Kelsey said. "He will call you and apologize and be over here for one of your famous blowjobs by noon. Well, maybe by two, depends on how hungover he is today." "He threw his beer in my face and called me a whore!" I yelled at her. "He knocked me down!" "Shhh honey, not so loud, the Tylenol doesn't work that fast." Kelsey replied. "He is going to feel like shit about that, I promise you. Did you masturbate last night when you got us back here?" She giggled. "No! I cried and cried. This isn't a game Kelsey. My boyfriend dumped me." "Oh he did not. Stop being so dramatic." She said calmly. "Call him if you don't believe me." "Fuck you Kelsey, just leave." I muttered. "Go take a shower Jessica before you say something you regret." Kelsey instructed me. I tried to fight back the rage. "Kelsey, please leave." "Not until you take a shower and we have a talk." She said, sitting sweetly on my bed. "Fine! But then you are leaving!" I grabbed a towel and went out to the bathroom. "Well, yeah, I am leaving." Kelsey laughed as the door closed behind me. The hot water did feel really nice. I needed it. I think my back was bruised because it still hurt. I was just finishing up my hair rinse when I felt a touch on my shoulder. I jumped nearly out of my skin. "Easy." Kelsey laughed and I looked up and she was naked and getting into the shower with me. "I'm not going to attack you. Just relax." She started rubbing my shoulders and it felt really good. "Now, Jake is on his way over. I want to watch you blow him today since I will miss it the rest of the week." "What?! You can't be serious!" I shouted. "Oh please Jessica don't shout. You already agreed. Stop being so difficult." Kelsey said plainly. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "Did I do something that I don't realize?" "Jessica, I don't hate you. You are so paranoid. I adore you baby. You and I are going to have so much fun together. I know you don't see it yet, but I do. I had always thought it would be a boy toy for me, but you are so perfect." She smiled. I lathered myself, as did she and we shared the shower. When we were done we wrapped in towels and carried our clothes back to my room. Jake was waiting outside the door. "Good morning ladies." He grinned so widely. Kelsey ran up to him and gave him a big kiss. "Good morning baby. Where did you go?" Kelsey asked. "Ahh, that party pretty much sucked after the blow up with Greg. He's sorry Jessica, he kept crying it all fucking night." Jake laughed. "Told you so." Kelsey laughed while hugging Jake and kissing him again. "Morning breath, sorry Jake, didn't pack a toothbrush." "No worries Kels, use Jessica's." They both laughed and I pushed past them and angrily opened my door. They followed me in like I had invited them. "She doesn't think she is going to suck your cock Jake." Kelsey said. "She is so adorable. You are going to indulge me aren't you?" "You already know the answer Kelsey, have your fun." Jake replied. "So you want me standing or sitting Kels?" "Hmmm." Kelsey thought. "I think ... oh, lay down on her bed. That will be perfect. Get butt naked first though." He started undressing and my mouth dropped open. "This is so screwed up. I'm right here you two. Stop acting like nothing is wrong. You guys caused Greg to break up with me. I'm NOT sucking your dick Jake, so just stop getting undressed. Just please leave." I turned away. "Go ahead Darling, get on the bed naked, I got this." Kelsey told Jake and put her hands on my shoulders. "Last night was the first orgasm you ever gave me, December 14, I want you to remember that forever. It is very important, though it might not seem that way right now. This is the second blowjob you are going to give Jake for me. I want you to remember that as well and add to it as time goes on. These are important Jessica, don't forget to keep count." "What the hell are you talking about?!" I screamed. "I'm talking about your future as my slut, of course. You need to keep count of everything. You have masturbated for me once, had an orgasm with me once. You are about to go down on Jake's cock for the second time in the last twelve hours. This seems mundane right now, but it isn't. Keep count of everything." I sobbed. "There now Jessica, you know you can't suck Jake's dick while you are crying. Pull it together and take care of Jake and then you and I will go get a cup of coffee before I leave." She squeezed my shoulders. "Kelsey, I'm ready." Jake said from my bed. "Just cool your jets loverboy." Kelsey giggled. "Go ahead Jess, get it out of the way so we can move on." I growled. I pushed her hand away from me and then knelt by the bed and dove onto Jake's cock. I sucked him with ferocity. I wrapped my tongue around his cock and sucked him hard and drove him into my throat. I sucked hard and fast with a goal of getting him off and out of my room so I could be alone. "Damn slut, it isn't a race." Jake told me through his grunts. "Enjoy it. This is the best cock you'll ever taste." His words just pissed me off more. I glared at him and he smirked at me. I guess it is hard to be intimidating with a guy's cock in your throat. Jake laughed. "You really don't like me do you?" He was looking right back into my eyes that would have burnt through him if they could. I closed my eyes and concentrated more on his orgasm again. I plunged him deep into my throat so my lips pressed tight to his groin. Then I released the suction and let my tongue slide along the underside of his entire cock until the tip was wiggling against the top of his ball sack. "Fuck, another trick? What are you the cock sucking guru?" Jake moaned. I pushed up hard with my tongue and then massaged the underside up and down with my tongue until he came. It didn't take long after I started doing that. He came pretty hard too because he was quite vocal. "Holy .... God .... Damnit..." He gasped between spurts. I hated it, but I took it all into my mouth, that was just the way I gave blowjobs. I hadn't spit or finished with a handjob since Middle School. I drank it down and then cleaned him up and stood up. "Now, please leave." "You are incredible Jessica, you really should think about working the streets, you could make big money as quick as you are at getting a guy off." Jake laughed and dressed and got out. I just stood there angry and silent as he closed the door behind him. Kelsey was smiling at me. "You are mad at me aren't you?" "Just leave. You said if I didn't masturbate last night you would leave me alone forever. I hoped that meant your asshole boyfriend too, but apparently you two are going to hold me to that. Fine, I'll suck his stupid cock for the next five days. Then I expect you to keep your word and NEVER bother me again." Tears were flowing again. I was hoping to dehydrate by now. "Wow." Kelsey said. She frowned slightly. "You are really in denial. Get dressed, we are going for coffee." I screamed at the top of my lungs. "NO! I don't want any coffee. I don't want to talk to you. I want you to leave me alone! You promised you would just go away. Please just do it." Kelsey sat down on the bed where I had just blown her boyfriend. She laughed softly. "Something tells me you aren't enjoying this." I was gone at that point. I saw red. I was furious. She was sitting on my bed laughing at me?! I turned away because I wanted nothing more than to punch her in the mouth right then. I counted to ten, breathing so heavily I thought my heart would explode in my chest. I sat down in my chair, turned away from her so I didn't have to look at her. "Are you calmed down now?" Kelsey asked, not with any kind of kiddy gloves, just in her normal, beautiful voice. I took a deep breath and fought off the urge to scream again. I spoke calmly. "Kelsey, I don't blame you, it was me, I was weak and fell into that trap last night and I was sober and should have been more responsible. Now, please, just leave me alone." "No, sorry Cupcake, but I lied. Put your finger inside your pussy Jessica. If it isn't wet, I'll leave. If it is, we are going for coffee." Kelsey answered. "Please just go away." I whispered. She got up and walked over behind me. I have a swivel chair at my desk, so she grabbed it and turned me around to face her. I refused to look up at her. She knelt at my feet and pushed my knees apart. I looked up then! Her eyes looked into mine and her hand slid up my thigh, she never looked down, just felt her way there. Her crystal blue eyes held me and I felt the tears flowing again. "Shhh. I know this is hard. But, trust me." Her fingertips touched my labia and I jumped. She giggled and walked her finger tips over from my labia to the slit in the middle and then glided down through the wetness into my warm tunnel, where her fingertips glided right in. I gasped. She started to finger me then, gliding her fingers in and out. First two fingers, then three. She reached up with her thumb and rubbed my clit with it. "Do you know how often I do this? Finger another girl?" My eyes glazed over. I didn't answer her. "Well, eventually, you will trust me. I know I lied about leaving you alone, but that was a bad bet on my part. I think if Greg hadn't been such an ass I would have won that for sure. I need to learn to keep my betting to controllable factors like Daddy always tells me." She is carrying on this conversation with me while finger fucking my pussy and I WAS already wet, damn me, and I was quickly getting into it. I moaned softly and bit my lip in embarrassment. "Don't cum yet, I need your attention for awhile since you don't want to do this over coffee." Kelsey admonished me. "It isn't about you being a slut and sucking Jake's dick. I could care less about his stupid cum filled balls, he can jerk off when I'm not around. It's about you so willingly doing what I tell you to do and hating it. You are running through this emotional turmoil, angry, sad, horny, happy and just recycling the emotions over and over again. It confuses you, that is understandable." "To be honest, you are the wrong sex for me. I mean, I've dabbled with other women, but I definitely prefer a man's hard body, and apparently you do too, which is why this might just work out even better than I had planned. I always thought I'd find some guy with a twelve inch cock and a wimpy personality that I could exploit." She laughed. Her fingers never slowed down. They never sped up. They never changed the constant in and out thrusting accompanied by the circular motions of her thumb on my clit. I was circling my hips now to meet the thrusts of her fingers. "Slow down Jessica. If you cum before I want you to, you will be punished." Kelsey scolded me. I stopped and whimpered and leaned back to try to ignore the waves of pleasure. "Anyway, I found you, you didn't even know about yourself and I'm going to teach you about what you are and you are going to help me with what I have always been and together, we are going to have some incredible times." "You are going to fall in love with me I think. Hell, I'm probably going to fall in love with you too. But, I want to be clear, I am not a lesbian. Neither are you for that matter. We just aren't wired that way. Which is actually, I think, a good thing." "Although, last night was incredible. You are a very good kisser Jessica." I was looking into her eyes the whole time. Kelsey is beyond beautiful. She is beyond gorgeous. She is the girl that stops traffic, not by looking like a slut, but by looking glamorous. I never felt myself attracted to another woman before. I mean, not like this. Sure, I kissed my best friend in middle school when we were experimenting, but it was never some sharp lesbian tendency. And here she was, the school's biggest celebrity, fingering me. The fact that she was even spending time with me was overwhelming. It was undeserved. People would surely question it and probably my roommate was never going to believe this when I told her. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to make love to her. But more than anything, I wanted to cum and kick her out of my life. She was right about one thing, I was severely confused. Her fingers kept sawing in and out of my vajayjay and I could hear the slippery wetness that was building and pushing me towards an orgasm. "I don't do this Jessica. I don't finger other girls. You are very special to me. I hope you realize that. There are a lot of girls who would love to be in your position right now. But, you are the one for me. You are the one I have sought out for a long time, for all my life." "You see, I'm a control freak. I like to control everything in my life. You, on the other hand, are a complete introvert. You need me as much as I need you. We are perfect for each other and you will come to realize that soon. I'm not going to steal you from Greg or anything, but you are going to be spending time with me from now on." "I'm going to change your life Jessica. It will be exciting." I moaned loudly with need and she slapped my inner thigh hard. It stung and I yelped. She then went back to masturbating me again. "Just bringing the edge off." She added in the way of an explanation. "Now, when are you leaving for home?" She asked me. "I'm heading out on the twenty-second." I moaned. Today was the fifteenth. "Okay, that will give us a couple days to spend together when I get back. I'm going to give you my cell phone number. Keep Greg happy, but don't schedule anything major with him from the twentieth on. We'll work on your schedule when I get back." "I know it bothers you when people call you a slut and a cocksucker and things like that, but it is going to happen. When I say it, it is to elicit a response. I do not think of you that way Jessica, it is important that you understand that. If you were really a slut, you wouldn't interest me at all. I am going to have you doing things that are going to make you feel like a slut. You are going to hate yourself at times for doing them. Come and see me whenever it gets to be too much. I want you to stay healthy and safe at all times." I moaned, I was listening, but not completely following what she was saying because I was too distracted by my pending climax. "I need to cum Kelsey." I huffed through labored breath. "I know. Not yet." She smiled. "Trust me." "Let's see what you have to wear and we will go get coffee." She smiled and withdrew her fingers from my aching pussy. She held her hand up to my face. I stared at her hand and then took my towel and went to dry her fingers off. She looked into my eyes and shook her head and I knew what she wanted. I shook my head no and she smiled at me and shook her head yes. "I..." And when I opened my mouth to speak, she pushed her fingers into my mouth and I tasted my juices. It wasn't the first time, because I was curious and tried them before, but it was the first time in a very long time. It wasn't completely repulsive, the taste alone, but the idea was repugnant and I gagged. "Suck them good for me Jessica and then we will go get some coffee to get the taste out of your mouth." Kelsey ordered. I sucked her fingers and licked her hand as she held it there for me. I was blushing and felt filthy doing it. But, I did it. She was finally satisfied and pulled her hand away. "Okay, you are going to feel guilty about it now. That is good, but don't let it overwhelm you. Which closet is yours?" She asked, acknowledging the two closets behind us. I pointed at mine and was gasping in frustration. I started bringing my fingers down to finish what she started and she slapped them away. "Never again Jessica. You don't ever play with yourself again. Since you never gave your pussy to Greg, it's mine now and I'm the only one who gets to touch it, or someone I tell you to allow it. If you want to have sex with Greg, call me and I'll let you know if it is okay, but your pussy and ass are mine now. Greg can have that sweet mouth since you gave it to him, but he can only fuck you if you ask my permission and get it first. Is that understood?" "What?" I looked at her like she was crazy. "Kelsey, this is too much. No, I don't give that right to you. " She laughed. "I didn't ask your permission did I?" I shook my head, I was still clouded by the need to climax. "No Kelsey. No, damnit." It was strong words delivered in a very weak and defeated voice. "Shh. Let's get you dressed and we will talk about the rules." She stepped away and I thought about fingering myself off to prove she didn't control me, but I exhaled heavily and wiping my crotch with the towel, I got up and followed her to my closet. She was going through my clothes, sliding them right to left with disapproving remarks. "Really Jessica? Don't you have anything sexy?" She kept sliding and sliding. I thought she was crazy, some of those skirts were quite sexy by my standards. One of the dresses she passed over was practically scandalous the way it hugged my petite body. "Wow." She said in disappointment as the last hangar slid over. "Well, we will work on your wardrobe. It reeks of high school. Didn't you go shopping before starting college?" She turned to me as she asked this, apparently expecting a response. "Kelsey, I don't really have money for a new wardrobe." I blushed, my lack of money wasn't usually embarrassing to me, but she made me feel impoverished. "Oh." She frowned. "Well, we can work something out, maybe find you a job or two." She giggled. "I guess this will do." She handed me a mid-thigh skirt and a top with a dipping neck line. Neither were appropriate for December in Maryland. I took them and she looked at me while I stood there in a towel and holding the two garments. "Umm, okay." I said and walked over to the drawers in my closet to extract a bra and panties. She grabbed my wrist. "Jess, if I wanted you to wear underwear, I would have given them to you. But, you know that don't you?" "I... no, I just thought you didn't know where they were." I protested, releasing the undergarments back into my drawer. "Hmm, I don't think so Jess. So, here is your punishment. No more bras or panties until I get back next weekend. Understood?" She looked hard into my eyes. "Kelsey, this is insane..." I protested. "Would you like to see insane?" She asked with a smile on her lips. She scared me. "No." I whispered. "Good girl, now get dressed and go do your hair and make-up." Kelsey patted my cheek softly like a pet and turned and started dressing herself. I shook as I got dressed. I didn't care so much about a bra because my breasts had no sag in them, but wearing a short skirt and no panties in this weather was insane. Plus, my nipples were guaranteed to get hard from the cold and this shirt wasn't very thick. It didn't take me long and I started brushing out my hair and finally added some light make up. Meanwhile, Kelsey got dressed in the same clothes from yesterday, but she helped herself to a pair of my panties. She did her face and hair while I stood there watching her. "Put on some shoes and socks and grab your coat." She instructed. As I was putting on my shoes, my cell rang and I went to pick it up. It was Greg. I hesitated. "Go ahead, I told you he would be calling to apologize." Kelsey smiled at me. I answered in trepidation. I knew it was over, but I was going to break down when I heard it. I think that is why I didn't want to answer the phone. I wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible. "Jessica?" Greg's voice came when I opened the phone without a word. "Yes, it's me Greg." I answered in a whisper. "I'm so sorry about last night Jess. I was drunk. Please forgive me." He begged. "Greg..." I stammered. "Jessica, please meet me for lunch at the café at noon. I really need to see you. I can't believe what I said and did last night and it was me who pushed you to do that and I'm really and truly sorry about it. Please don't break up with me, I will make it up to you, I promise." I looked at the phone and at Kelsey and didn't know what to think. Should I be happy? Should I be angry? "I'm going to get coffee with Kelsey." I finally whispered. "I had to take her to my place last night. Umm... I'll see you at lunch and we can talk then." "Oh, yeah I guess Kelsey would be with you." He said, and it seemed an odd thing the way he said it. "Yeah, go have your coffee. Just, Jessica, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I hope I didn't blow it last night. I'll see you at lunch. I love you." Greg said. He loved me? I always knew it, but I don't recall him ever saying it. Now he loves me? After last night? This was too weird. "Umm... yeah... love you too..." I hung up. "See? Everything is fine, let's go get some coffee." Kelsey chirped. "Everything is not fine." I said as I pulled my other shoe on. "What is going on?" She looked insulted. "Everything will be fine Jess. Trust me." I put on my coat and followed her, locking the dorm room behind me. We walked out into the cold weather towards the Caribou Coffee shop three blocks away. "What made you say that?" She asked as we walked down the street in the freezing weather. "He said he loves me. He never said that before. It's... something is wrong." I shivered. "Oh. Well, guys are like that. They don't realize what they have until they lose it. I'm sure he meant it." She smiled reassuringly. "Okay, since you don't want to talk, you can listen for awhile. Greg is probably going to try to step things up a bit in your relationship now that he realizes what he has to lose. That is a good thing, but you are not to have intercourse with him this week. Hand me your phone." I did and she dialed her own number and put her name on my contact list and took a picture of herself to add to the contact. She browsed my short list of contacts and frowned. "Only fifty people on your phone? Girl you need more of a social life." She started adding numbers and names as we walked down the street. "I am forwarding your contact list to my phone." She said, making me start at the intrusion. "Kelsey, what are you doing?" I stammered. "I want you to write up who all these people are for me and send it to me by Wednesday. Nothing too detailed, just a brief description of how you know them." She instructed. "I am going to make an appointment at my beauty parlor for you on Thursday. I'll pay for it, but don't refuse anything since it is my treat. I want you to look gorgeous when I come back Friday." "Kelsey, please stop." I begged. This was totally out of control. "Jessica, if we are going to be best friends, you have got to stop telling me what to do. You know who I am and probably have a good idea of what I am like. I get what I want in the end and it is easier for now if you just go along with it." "It's my life Kelsey." I sobbed. "Of course it is Jess, I'm just improving it exponentially." She replied, taking my hand and squeezing it. "Kelsey, please slow down, this is too much." I sighed. She took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. "Jessica, dear sweet Jessica, would you like to see what too much is?" She taunted and squeezed my fingers in hers. "Come here." She grabbed my hand firmly and led me off the sidewalk behind a tree. "That is a very long coat." She said, looking at the heavy winter coat that came down to my knees. "It will be perfect." She smiled and squatted down in front of me and before I knew what was happening, she parted the front of my coat, unsnapped the waist of my skirt and unzipped it to fall to my feet. "Step out of it." She smiled up at me. I stood still and shook my head no. She sighed loudly. "Do you want to press me? Really?" I stepped back out of the skirt and a tear fell down my cheek. "Good girl." She picked up the skirt and folded it, carrying it in her arm. Then she took my hand and led me back onto the sidewalk. "Every time you question me, you will be punished. But, I'm sure your pussy is dripping down your thighs right now, so don't pretend you hate it." She giggled. "Now, unbutton the bottom two buttons of your coat." She instructed, stopping on the sidewalk. I looked at her pleadingly, but she just smiled. "Should I make it three?" I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom two buttons. It came right up to my crotch when it opened, but not above. So, even when the coat opened up at the bottom with every step, it would only be displaying my upper thigh. I cringed as I stood and took her extended hand and we continued our walk. "I will never endanger you." She stated. "You will be safe if you stay with me and do what I say." "See those boys across the street?" She asked, pointing them out. It was a half dozen guys from the college, playing roughly in the cold air as they walked towards the strip, most likely for some food. I nodded that I saw them. "Do you think if they knew you were out here naked from the waist down with just a loose coat between them and your pussy, that they would be able to restrain themselves?" She asked. "I... no Kelsey, that would be bad for them to know." I mumbled. "Do you think that if I told them that, I could maintain control of the situation and keep you safe?" She followed. "Yes, I'm sure you could." I stammered, seeing where this was going. "It will not be necessary, I believe you." She laughed. "Okay, it was just a question." She continued to lead me to the coffee shop, which was now in sight. I couldn't wait to finish this coffee and hopefully get back to my dorm room. It was a typical coffee shop, mostly booth seating in the back and stools and chairs towards the front with a long table facing the window and tall stools in front of it. Overpriced coffee and free internet, a college student's study hall. "I'll order, you find us a seat." She said as we entered the coffee shop. It wasn't packed, since a lot of students had already fled for home. But it was pretty busy, it was rather cold outside and it was Sunday morning. I walked to the back and found an empty booth and sat down, being careful to draw my coat together at the bottom as I slid in. I people watched for awhile, looking around at all the kids who were probably not naked under their coats. I blushed. "Oh there you are." Kelsey chirped as she entered the back of the shop. Every eye turned to her. One guy shouted out a "Hey Kelsey." She waved at him. "Hi Bear!" She walked over to me and suddenly, I was very uncomfortable with the attention that I was getting because of her sitting with me. I could see it in their eyes. 'What the hell is Kelsey doing with that loser?' I turned away and looked at the opposite wall, my face burning with embarrassment. "Oh God, you are too cute Jessica." Kelsey giggled as she put a cup in front of me and sat down opposite me. "Great choice of seats, the whole room can see us from here. That is important, because as long as you are going to be my best friend, you have to do whatever you can to draw attention to us. Great start girlfriend!" She smiled. "I ... I didn't really expect this." I whispered. I took my coffee and let my shoulders fall trying to make myself as small as possible. "Oh Jess, well, expect it babe, you are with me now." She grinned. "Look out there, they are all looking at you, wondering why you are important enough to sit with me." I took a quick glance and sure enough there were a lot of people staring at us and whispering and some would flip their head to look away when they caught me looking in their direction. "You are about to become quite the campus celebrity." Kelsey smiled. "Just wait, people will be asking you out and asking why we are hanging out this week, I guarantee it." "Kelsey, I don't want this." I whispered. "I know you like it, but I don't" "I know sweetie." She laughed. "If you wanted it, you wouldn't be getting it from me. I guarantee you that." "Now, when people ask you why I am with you this morning, you will tell them that we are just friends. I don't want people saying we are a lesbian couple or anything vulgar like that. I mean, I have a reputation to uphold. Okay? You got that?" "Yes Kelsey, we are just friends. You think I want people thinking I'm a lesbian?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Oh, well, I suppose not. Anyway, onto more important matters. When I get back Friday, we are going shopping, so plan to be picked up at your dorm at 2:00 p.m. I want to beat the evening rush, but it will be pretty busy anyway. Wear your sexiest panties and bra. If I don't like them, I will take them and you will have to try on clothes in the buff and believe me, you won't like that." My eyes widened at the implication. Kelsey giggled. "Otherwise, just wear your coat, it will save us time of having you dress and undress in the stores." "Kelsey! I can't go running around the mall in my underwear!" I hissed. "So, you'd rather be naked under your coat?" She smiled and winked at me. My eyes went wide again. "No, no, okay." "Good girl." She chirped. "Now, I have to leave in an hour. Since you aren't allowed to cum the rest of the week." She was saying this way too loud for my taste and I could swear I heard someone laughing when she said it. "Why don't you get busy here?" She licked her lip seductively. "No...I... I'm fine." I stammered. "Oh come on, it's going to be a very long week, go ahead, diddle your clit for me." She smiled. "Kelsey, no, I'm not going to masturbate in the middle of the coffee shop." I gritted angrily through my clinched teeth. "I could get Bear to do it for you." She grinned. "NO!" I shouted and anyone who wasn't looking at us, was looking now. Kelsey looked around and smiled. "Mmmm an audience." Kelsey stood up and I sunk down in my seat. "Most of you know me, I'm Kelsey Mason, I do the morning show on CC-1." She started and received a round of applause. "I want you all to meet a good friend of mine." She looked at me and motioned me to stand up. I shook my head vigorously. "Sorry, she's a bit shy. Maybe you could all help me to encourage Jessica to stand up here with me." They all started clapping and shouting for me to stand up. I was crimson red as I stood up next to Kelsey to shut them up. I stared at the ground, wishing it would suck me into it. "Jessica is going to masturbate in the booth over here as part of a class project and being so shy she would like you all to not watch. It's a paper she is working on, so she has to do it. I'm sure we have all done embarrassingly silly things like this for the benefit of our grades. So, please, give her a break and don't embarrass her any worse than she already is." I ran out to the sound of laughter. Kelsey tried to grab my wrist, but I yanked it away and ran out the door, bumping one poor guy so he spilled his coffee and then almost slamming the door into a pair of girls who were coming inside. Tears blurred my vision as I ran as fast as I could back to my dorm. My phone was ringing, but I didn't answer, I needed to get to the safety of my room. I ran and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I didn't stop until I was inside my dorm room. I fell onto my bed and cried. My cell kept ringing and I couldn't ignore it any longer. I looked to see who was calling, it was Kelsey and I didn't answer. Then I heard the different signal for a text and I looked again. HOW EXCITING! ARE YOU FINGERING YOURSELF RIGHT NOW? -- KELSEY I unbuttoned my coat, suddenly too hot in this warm room. I needed to get dressed and out of here. I stepped out of my coat and went to my closet. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and sat on my bed to pull them on. I smelled... Jake on my bed. God help me, I was overcome. It was a ... I don't know. A moment of insanity? I knelt on the floor and sniffed the smell of his cologne on my mattress and ... I started fingering myself. I cried as I couldn't help myself. I spread my knees and shoved two fingers inside me and slammed my pussy in a punishing finger fuck. My knuckles rammed into my clit and my labia as I drove my two fingers in and out of my wet hole viciously. I screamed out in orgasm and then I grabbed my clit and pinched it so hard I thought I would rip it off and I came again. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I then dug my nails into my pussy and squeezed it until it hurt so bad I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed out loud in pain and fell to the floor holding my pussy and crying. The door opened as I lay there panting on the floor. I had apparently failed to lock the door when I went inside and now I was greeted by Kelsey standing at the door. She smiled at me as I looked up through my tear filled eyes. "I was right." She smiled. Then she looked at my pussy and her eyes went to horror. I looked down, there was blood on my labia where I had dug my nails in too hard. "Shit Jessica!" She ran inside and knelt down and pushed my hands away. "What did you do?" "Damn I need to clean this. Do you have any Peroxide? Where is your medical stuff?" She asked. "Please..." I cried. "Please leave me alone." "Okay baby. Come on, get on the bed." She helped me to my feet and then laid me down on the bed. "Where is your medicine?" She asked softly, brushing back my hair and kissing me softly. "In the second drawer down." I motioned with my finger. I leaned up to see what damage I had done. It wasn't bad really, just some scratches where I dug my nails in trying to rip my pussy off. She came back with some Hydrogen Peroxide, some anti-bacterial ointment and some anti-bacterial wipes and burned the hell out of my aching labia as she fixed me up. "Okay sweetie." Kelsey leaned in and kissed my lips softly. "I need to go, but I can't leave you alone like this. So, you want me to call Greg or Jake?" I looked at her. "Greg." I groaned. Yeah, like I wanted Jake over here with me naked on the bed. "Okay, but remember, no fucking." She smiled and kissed my lips softly again. She got her phone out and called Greg and told him to come over. He showed up a few minutes later and knocked and Kelsey let him in. His eyes went wide when he saw me spread out naked on the bed. "Easy boy." Kelsey giggled. "She's okay, but no sex for awhile, doctor's orders." She turned and winked at me. "I'm sure she will give you all the blowjobs you want for watching over her though." She laughed. "Call me tomorrow Jess. Get a good night's sleep." Kelsey said and then she was gone. Greg had a hard time dealing with me naked. I told him I was too rough with masturbating and I could see his pants bulging between the visual and oral stimuli. I sucked his dick four times that morning. Then we took a nap. By the time we woke up, I had actually forgiven Greg and woke him up with a very enthusiastic blowjob. "Jess?" He said, after relaxing with his orgasm digesting in my stomach. "Yes Greg?" I smiled with my head on his strong, muscled chest. "Why haven't we had sex yet?" He asked, while rubbing my naked back. "I don't know baby..." I whispered. I hoped he wasn't going to press it right now. Even though the damage was all on the outside of my labia, it was a bit sore. "I was just so happy to keep you happy. And you always seemed to like my blowjobs so much, I figured there was no reason to press it. Do you want to have sex next week? I'm definitely up for it if you are ready." "Yeah, I think that would be great." He smiled at me and I kissed him. He never minded me kissing him or sharing his drink after I had swallowed his cum. I guess that is one of the things I loved about him and one of the things that made me feel so inferior when he wouldn't share his beer after I blew Jake. We spent the rest of the day naked in my room, then dressed and out for lunch, then naked in my room, then dressed and out for dinner, then naked in my room. I gave Greg about a dozen blowjobs. The next morning, I woke him up with another blowjob. As I was sucking on his dick, Greg's cell phone rang. He answered it. "Oh hey Jake." I groaned. Greg frowned at me, but kept talking. "Yeah, I'm here with her now... Well, Jake, not a good time right now bud... Jake, she hurt herself yesterday, just wait until afternoon... oh... yeah?... No shit?... (laughter)... okay bro, you got it. Yeah, come on over, you know the room?... Cool, see you soon." Click. "Jake's coming over for his blowjob." He told me. I looked at him, quite betrayed and sad with this information. "I guess I should get dressed." I whispered. I got up and pulled on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt. I wasn't going to dress up for him, that was for sure. Greg watched me and then he got up, realizing he was naked as well and pulled on his clothes as we waited in silence. "Hey, after, why don't you take a shower and brush your teeth and we will go get some coffee or something." Greg offered. The silence, the heaviness in the room, was painful for both of us. I really don't think Greg liked this any more than I did. I mean, he wasn't the one doing the blowing, but still, it was his girlfriend and he didn't really have a say. Well, he did, but he ultimately could tell Jake to fuck off at any time. But, he didn't do it. It broke my heart that he would share me like this. Like I was ... I didn't want to draw an analogy here because it would make me cry again. A few minutes later, Jake knocked on the door and I opened it and let him in. "Hey Greg!" Jake boomed and went in, totally ignoring me and shook Greg's hand in some stupid football fist bump move. "So, you serious about tonight?" Greg asked and I wondered what they were talking about. "PBR brother, you are in right?" Jake shot back. "You know it." Greg smiled. "You bringing her?" Jake nodded towards me. Her? I have a name fuck head. "I don't think Jessica could get in, she isn't 21 yet." Greg replied. "No way. Jess, you don't have a fake ID yet?" Jake asked me. "Umm no." I answered softly. "Dude, what the fuck?" Jake turned to Greg. "Jessica, you are going tonight. I'll get you an ID." Wow! Jake was going to do something nice for me? "Thanks Jake, I ... I'm not sure what to say to that. Thanks." I stammered. "No problem, you'll owe me one." He laughed. "Speaking of which, do you mind leaving us alone for a bit Greg? It isn't so much performance anxiety as, well, she is your girlfriend, so it is kind of uncomfortable to have you watching her blow me. Mind taking a walk for a half hour and coming back?" "Umm." Greg frowned. "Yeah, that is probably a good idea." He came over and kissed me. "Is that okay with you Jess?" At least he asked me this time. "Yeah, it would be weird..." I said. "I mean, kind of did it already, but ... yeah, go ahead hon, oh, go get us some coffee and come back with it!" I smiled, trying to make it seem less awkward. "Sure." Greg smiled. And off he went. I looked to Jake as the door closed. "So, you want to sit, stand or lie down?" I asked him and walked closer. "Hey Jess, you want a kiss before you suck my cock?" He asked with a smirk. "Jake, why do you have to be so rude? I mean, would it kill you to be nice to me?" I asked. "Well, it might. But, no worries slut, I'll never find out one way or the other. Just kneel down and do your job." He unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his pants open then flipped his balls up over the top of his briefs. He was hard already, that was good. I knelt and crawled the few feet to him and took his cock in my hand. "No hands this time." Jake grinned. I put my mouth over his cock and put my hands on his thighs. I started to deep throat him right away, knowing how much the throat friction gets guys off quicker than the other tricks in my cock sucking repertoire. "Damn you are so good at this Jessica." Jake leered down at me as I sucked and slurped noisily. "Too bad it's only for another four days huh?" He laughed. "You'll probably miss this big old cock in your mouth won't you?" I ignored him and just kept sucking and bobbing my head up and down, letting the head and the top couple of inches fuck my throat. "Yeah, you'll miss me. If you want, we can still get together every once in awhile. As long as you don't let Kelsey know, she would be pissed if she wasn't involved. And of course, we won't tell Greg, after all he's your boyfriend and my friend." He laughed. I was getting angry now. I did not want to do this now, I sure as hell wasn't going to go sneaking around people that cared about me for this asshole. But, I continued to suck and fuck my throat to get him to cum so he could leave. "I got to say, I never thought it would be a plain chick like you who would have such skills at sucking a cock. I guess you have to do something to make up for your looks. So probably makes sense. I just thought a hot chick would get more opportunities and be better at it for some reason. Then again, look at Kelsey, she has never sucked a cock in her life." He groaned. "Almost there slut, you can slow down, we have another twenty-five minutes before Greg gets back." I plunged harder and faster trying to finish him off. "Fuck you are hot." Jake grunted and then I felt his cock spasm and rammed forward so it would go straight down my throat and I wouldn't have to taste any of it. Finally, I needed to come up for air. I caught the final mini-spurt in my mouth and swallowed it. I took a deep breath and then sucked his shrinking cock and proceeded to clean it off. "Jake, as much as you believe it is an honor to suck your dick, it is lost on me. When you cum in my mouth on Friday, it will be the last time I touch you." I told him and stood up, leaving his cock hanging from his pants. Jake laughed. "Oh really? You don't think Kelsey will ever ask you to do it again?" He laughed louder when he saw my glare. "You are a slut Jessica. It's okay, guys like me need girls like you so we can stay married to fine pieces of ass like Kelsey. She'll probably bring you along on our honeymoon so you can suck my cock while she tans at the pool." He laughed at his own joke. "You know Jake, if you were nicer about it, I could blow your mind. But, you want to act like an ass about it. Fine, you'll get the worst blowjobs I have to offer. And I already know they are the best you have ever had, so imagine what you are missing while you gloat about getting a few minutes of what I do to Greg for an hour sometimes." And I glared at him so hard with those words and I saw his smile drop for a second. "You know... you make a good point Jessica." Jake said seriously. "I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, you come to my place and I will be nice and you give me an hour long blowjob. Is that agreeable to you?" I stammered. Shit. What did I get myself into? "I... okay, but you have to be nice to me starting now. No more calling me names or insulting me." "Hmm." Jake thought about it. "Never mind. I'm not going to give up a day of treating you like the whore you are for a longer blowjob. Maybe tomorrow." Jake buttoned up and sat down. "Since we have a few minutes left before Greg gets back with your coffee, here is what I need you to do for the fake ID. You need to dress up better than that." He motioned towards me like I repulsed him. "Do your make-up and hair and meet me at the frat house. We have a guy there that has the back drop for the photo. It's quality shit, he gets two hundred bucks for these ids." "Jake, I don't have two hundred dollars." I whispered. "I know that. Don't worry about it, I told you I'd get it for you. You can give me a good fuck after PBR tonight." He smiled. "Jake, I'm NOT going to fuck you." I said flatly. "Why not? You aren't a virgin are you?" He asked. "Because I'm not a slut Jake. Besides, you have Kelsey for that. She is much hotter than me, so I don't know why you would want to fuck me anyway." Well, that was self-deprecating. "Jessica, it doesn't have to do with hot. It has to do with you don't want to do it and I want you to do it. It has to do with, I'm the quarterback and you are the nobody. And you fuck me and remember forever how you fucked the quarterback at college. And I remember you as one of a few hundred chicks I fucked in college. It's actually better for you than me." "Oh My GOD!" I shouted. "Get over yourself!" Then, Jake really surprised me. He started laughing so hard he fell backwards. "You kill me Jessica." I couldn't help it I started laughing with him even though I still hated him. We finally stopped laughing and he stepped closer to me and hugged me and I let him. He slid his hands to my cheeks and tilted my face towards his and I thought, oh God, this is the ultimate betrayal, I can't do this. And I put my hands on his chest to push away and he pulled my face closer to his and I pushed hard and turned just before our lips met. "Wow Jake." I whispered as I faced away from him. "Yeah, maybe another time." Jake walked past me and let himself out the door, turning briefly, "Come by the frat house between 2 and 3, I'll have everything ready." And he left. He was so going to kiss me. The quarterback, the one with the hottest girlfriend on campus... He was sooooo going to kiss me. I laughed and fell back into my chair. Greg showed up soon after with the coffee and I was smiling from ear to ear. He assumed it was because I was so happy to see him and I let him believe that little white lie. As we sipped our coffees, I told him about the ID at 2:00 and he agreed to walk me over. He told me a little about PBR, it stand for Professional Bull Riding and I thought it sounded like an awesome place. He told me about the buckle girls, scantily clad hotties, who worked there. Yeah, I knew there was some reason why they were so revved up to go there. I went down the hall and took a shower and brushed my teeth a LOT and came back and Greg kissed me some more and I went down on him for an hour and a half and made him cum twice. Then, I brushed my teeth again and got completely dolled up. I wore a satin blue blouse and a knee length black skirt. Underneath I had my wonder bra to give the girls some extra oomph and I briefly recalled Kelsey's instructions before putting on a pair of bikini panties and a pair of black panty hose. My three inch heeled black straps finished the look. I sprayed my hair up relatively high and did my make-up dark for the picture and at 1:45, after a nice lunch in the room, we walked over to the frat house. It was a nice house actually, very large and in much better shape than I had seen it on party nights. I went inside with Greg and Jake met us in the atrium. "Hey guys." Jake called us over. "Probably a bit early for pre-game, but there is a bar over there if you want Greg." Greg passed and I was happy he wasn't going to start drinking this early. They escorted me to the second floor and Jake introduced me to Ian, who was a photography and art major. He showed me his studio, which was basically his room and asked the other two to sit down or head out if they wanted, he would get everything done and not be too long. Jake convinced Greg to head downstairs and they left me with Ian. Ian was nice and attractive. I felt quite comfortable with the ease at which he guided me into place before the fake ID backdrop in his bedroom. He directed me how to sit, slightly to the side and smiling at the camera. He took about six shots so we could pick the best one. He even had a laminating machine that put a fake overlay on the picture to make it look authentic. He did warn me that I couldn't use it anywhere that scanned licenses, because that wouldn't work. Then, a few minutes later, I had my quite authentic looking fake identification. I was Jessica White from Ohio. Good enough for me. At least I wouldn't have to answer to a fake name entirely. He even made the birth date match my real one so it would be easy to answer if asked what was my birth date. "So, I was thinking since it is break and all, you could come by on Thursday morning for the photo shoot." He said as I pocketed my new ID. I'm not sure if the confused look on my face was enough to portray my lack of understanding of what the hell he was talking about, so I said, "Pardon me?" He suddenly looked confused as well. "Umm Jake said you would pose for some photos for me? For my project?" I laughed. "First I heard of it." He laughed. "Yeah, Jake is a presuming ass sometimes." I laughed along with that. "But, would you anyway?" He asked. "What kind of photos are we talking about Ian?" I felt a bit uncomfortable. "I'm not doing any naked shots." "No!" Ian said, sounding insulted. "I'm not some hack. I want to do something real. Not be some porn photographer. It's for my portfolio. It's for class and for I hope my web page so I can start my own business this year. I mean, I'll probably end up doing weddings and family portraits mostly, but hopefully, with the right website, I can get into some real artistic shoots." I looked puzzled again. "Why me? I'm not really that pretty Ian. Surely you can find much prettier girls who would love to be in your portfolio." We both laughed at the double entendre. "You are too good for Greg." He laughed. I frowned at that. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. But, come on, you are a bit smarter than ... nevermind." He stopped his line of commentary. "So, yeah, I could get some hot model wannabes, but that isn't real. What I want to do is take someone real and make them look like a model. It's hard to explain. And I hope I'm not saying this in the wrong way." I thought about it. "Yeah, I'll do it." I smiled. "Nothing vulgar, you have to swear to me you won't make me look like a whore." He frowned insulted again. "If I make you look like a whore, it will make me look like a no-talent dick." "I'm sorry Ian." I said, really meaning it. "It just, seems weird. Nobody has ever asked me to pose for them before. I'm sure you will be fabulous and I will be honored to model for you." He smiled. "Don't go overboard. Thursday at 9?" "It's a date." I smiled and he guided me to the door. I met up with the guys downstairs and they were engaged in conversation about the pending trip downtown tonight. It was a Sunday, so I wasn't surprised that they were all sitting around the television watching football. Greg waved me over and I joined him on one of the couches. I wasn't really pleased that he scooted towards the arm and made me sit between him and Jake, but I didn't want to be rude. I guess that I should have been thankful that he had missed the first hour of the game to be with me. I enjoy watching football, and Greg knew that. I took off my coat, since it appeared we would be there for awhile. "Want a beer?" Jake asked me when I sat down. "Sure." I smiled. One or two wouldn't kill me. "Great, I'll have a Coors Light, while you're up." He smiled at me. "Asshole." I laughed. But I got up and went to the bar anyway. "You need anything Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, bring me a Coors Light too babe. Any of you guys need anything while she's up?" He called to the other fifteen guys in the room. Wow, wouldn't you know it, they all needed a beer and I was the only girl here, so I guess that made me the waitress. I just got them all a beer and myself a Blue Moon, to which I got a weird look from Greg. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, just a joke about girls who drink Blue Moon." He chuckled and the other guys laughed. I was confused, but I sat down and sipped my beer. We watched the 1:00 game and then the 4:00 game started and I asked what time we were planning to go downtown. They said they were going for the 8:00 game and we would leave at 7. So, I excused myself to go get ready. "You look great Jessica, just come as you are." Greg stated. "Well, if it wasn't the same outfit as my ID." I smiled. "Just stay, I'll be back." I promised. On my way back to my dorm, my phone rang and I answered without looking. "Hello?" "I didn't receive a call this morning." Kelsey's voice came on the other end. "Oh, I'm sorry Kelsey, I was rather busy." I laughed a little from the memory of blowing her boyfriend this morning. "Jessica, if this is going to work, you need to learn to obey me no matter what." She said. "Kelsey, I forgot. I'm sorry... So, what's up?" I tried to change the subject. "Are you wearing a bra and panties?" She asked. "Ye-" damn, busted. "I knew it. I really thought you were going to be the one. Did you defy me because of the scene in the coffee shop or are you just not going to do what I tell you because I'm not there to watch you every second?" She asked. "I didn't really... well, Jake got me this photo ID and I wanted to look good." I argued. Kelsey laughed. "Did you get your fake ID photo in your underwear?" "No." I answered. "But, I look better with a push up bra" I laughed. "Where are you now?" She asked. "I'm half way to the dorm from the frat house. I'm going back to change for tonight. We are going to the PBR, ever been?" Kelsey laughed. "They are going to love you. Dress sexy, I want a pic of what you plan to wear and I'll tell you if it is good enough. No more underwear this week, I mean it Jessica. I'm going to punish you when I get back and I don't want to punish you anymore than you have already earned. Jake is going to check you while I'm gone. If you wear so much as a thong for the rest of the week... Well, I'm not sure, I might just have to return you to being bored with Greg." "Greg is NOT boring." I told her. "Don't be mean Kelsey. He is my boyfriend." "So sensitive and protective." Kelsey giggled. "Just do as I say Jess, it will be a lot more fun for you if you do as I tell you to do. And watch out for the buckle bitches!" "Hey, before you go, is Ian on the level?" I asked. "Yeah, Ian's cool, he's a bit deep into his whole art thing. You thinking of swapping out Greg for Ian?" She asked completely non-judgmentally. "No!" I answered. "He wants me to do a photo shoot with him Thursday morning and I just don't want to have him set me up to look like an idiot." "You really need to work on your self-esteem girl. Yes, Ian is totally on the level. In fact, you really should do it, it will do you some good. Get those underwear off as soon as you get in your room and I don't want to hear about you wearing any more underwear this week." Kelsey said. "kisses." "Ciao." I answered and hung up the phone. I stood naked in my room for awhile, trying to come up with the right thing to wear to a bull riding bar. The idea was kind of funny. I was actually thinking jeans and a plaid shirt would have been perfect, but I knew Kelsey would have none of that. I finally settled on a sexy black dress that came to just above the knee and a pair of boots that came just below the knee. I took a pic and sent it to Kelsey. The text came back, NO, NEED MORE SKIN -- KELSEY I shrugged. I thought it looked really sexy personally. I picked out a button up shirt and a mid thigh skirt, red and blue respectively and took a pic of that and sent it. MORE SKIN, WHAT ARE YOU A NUN? LOL -- KELSEY A nun would not be caught showing this much skin, but on to the next outfit. I tried on a black halter top and matching black mini that came an inch above mid-thigh. JUST FIND THE ITEM IN YOUR CLOSET WITH THE LEAST MATERIAL AND PUT IT ON ALREADY -- KELSEY Damn! I don't even know if I have anything smaller. I dug through my closet and drawers and found a skirt I never wore and was surprised I had even brought it with me to college. It was like an inch below my ass. Then I put on a bandeau that I had worn, though only at the beach. I knew she would approve, but I couldn't wear this. Especially not without panties! But I took the pic anyway and sent it. PERFECT BUT TAKE A THONG IN YOUR PURSE IN CASE YOU DECIDE TO RIDE THE BULL -- KELSEY I was NOT riding any bull in this short skirt. But, I got a yellow thong out and tossed in my purse anyway. I called Greg since it was starting to get dark outside and headed back to the frat house. I got two steps out of the dorm room and I stopped. What the hell was I thinking? I don't dress like this. I was going to a bar with a bunch of guys, maybe no other girls and wearing a micro mini skirt with no panties. Was I insane? Did I want to get gangbanged again? I turned to go back and I got a phone call. "Hello?" I said as I opened the door to my dorm room. "Hey." It was Kelsey. "That skirt is really short. I'm so proud of you for wearing it tonight. I forwarded the picture to Jake and Greg and they are looking forward to seeing you in it. Don't change. I know it will be tempting, but they will just bring you back and make you put it back on and then \*exaggerated gasp\* Jake will see you naked from the waist down." She giggled. "I... umm... how did you know?" I asked. "I know I wouldn't leave the house in that if I was going to a bar with a bunch of horny frat boys. But then I don't own anything that slutty." Kelsey laughed. "I'm totally joking with you. Wear it, Jake and Greg will keep you safe, I promise." "Okay... bye." I sighed and left in the skirt. The boys went nuts when they saw me. I blushed a lot and ran over and clung to Greg like he was my life line in a torrential down pour of boys. To their credit, they didn't try to grab me or anything too vulgar, but the looks and the comments were enough to scare me. "Knock it off guys, you're going to make her chicken out." Jake shouted at them. "They will not touch you tonight Jessica, do you believe that?" Jake asked me looking into my eyes. "I... Jake, they are all drinking." I meekly answered. I knew this scene was coming, but I was a little scared about having about twenty guys trying to pull a train on me. "Guys, Shut the fuck up!" Jake yelled and everyone stopped with their comments. "You touch Jessica you are fucked, do you hear me? She is with Greg, she isn't a frat ho. You want one of them, start making calls. You will respect her like you would Kelsey, because the consequences of not doing so are the same, get it?" The moaned and groaned at his comments, but agreed and I really did have a new respect for Jake. "Thanks" I whispered to him. "No problem" Jake smiled at me. "I don't do public property." He laughed. Greg added his thanks and we headed outside in a huge group. We piled into a small bus that the frat owned. It was like a short bus, not a full sized school bus or anything, so it was about the right size for twenty people if we sat 2 to a seat with room for five across the back seat. Greg let me sit by the window and he sat on the outside by the aisle. "PBR!" One of the guys yelled. He tried to get a chant going, but one of the guys said it was too early and to drink another beer. One poor guy was designated driver of the bus. I got another Blue Moon and when I nursed it a bit too slow, Jake, who was sitting right behind me, told me I needed to finish that one and one more before we got to the bar in another twenty minutes. I started drinking faster then. But I really did NOT want to get drunk with all these guys, no matter how much Jake threatened them. I didn't like getting drunk anyway, like I said before, I had drunken demons. But I figured over the course of the past five hours I had only three beers, so I should be okay to drink one more. I finished one and then worked steady on the other. As we got closer the cheers got louder and I joined in, lifting my beer in the air and screaming into the night. I really should have taken my coat with me. It was freezing outside and we had to walk a block from the parking garage. But it is such a pain to check a coat and then retrieve it at the end of the night. So I just huddled in the middle of the guys for warmth and we made our way to the entrance. Jake had us on a list, so we didn't have to wait in line, thank goodness, and we went right in and Jake asked for a girl named Jenna and she came up and gave Jake a huge hug and a kiss and wrapped her arm around him. She was serious eye candy. Not that I was looking or anything. She wore this half T shirt with a majorly low neck line and must have had the mother of all push up bras because you don't get that kind of cleavage without one. She was wearing red panties... okay, they were shorts I guess, but no way you could wear anything under them besides a thong, they were so tight. And then these chaps that left her exposed front and back. It was really sexy. Besides Jenna, the first thing I noticed was the country music. I actually like Country. It isn't my only preset, but I do like to listen to it now and again. I was surprised that the guys liked it though. They certainly never played country music at any of the parties I had attended. The guys commented their approval of Jenna and she seemed to know a lot of them by name, so I guessed they came here often. She led us to her section where we divided into two groups of ten and she went off to get us some beers. Pitchers and glasses came back and I passed on whatever swill they were drinking. She asked me my name and looked me right in the eyes when she asked and I was... well, you know, you get kind of uncomfortable when someone you just met looks you in the eyes. Okay, so maybe it's just me. Anyway, we traded names and she went off to get me a Blue Moon, even though I said I really didn't need one. The guys insisted. Well, I nursed this beer after having done the two in the bus on the hour ride downtown, I did not want to get drunk. The guys on the other hand, were already pretty well on their way when we got here and were holding nothing back. Jenna handled them really well. They got a bit handsy now and then and she quickly took care of the situation without involving security, which was impressive to me given the relative size differential between her and them. She is really hot, I think she still works there if you ever get the chance to go to PBR in Baltimore, ask for Jenna. Tell her Jessica sent you. I was slowly sipping on my Blue Moon and watching the game with the guys. True to Jake's word, nobody was making any inappropriate advances and to be honest, I kind of wanted the attention a little bit, because they were totally ignoring me. I mean, hey, I'm not nearly as hot as the PBR girls, but I'm HERE and I'm half naked. Even Greg had abandoned me for beer and the hot bartenders and their little ... shows. So, I'm sipping and then I feel a hand on my thigh and I turn to see who the perpetrator is and it's Jake. I giggle at him and move his hand down to my knee and let him keep it there. He smiled and... well... I hate him, I really do, but the boy is gorgeous. "You are going to ride the bull." He whispers into my ear. I choked on my beer. "I am most definitely not." I answered and laughed. Then, I made a crucial mistake. I looked into Jake's eyes. It was like that moment when he almost kissed me and I lost my breath for a second. "NO!" I said again and tried to make him laugh, but he was stone cold serious. "Jake, please, I have no idea how to do that." "It's easy." He said simply. "Come on over and watch how it's done." And he took my hand and pulled me over to the cushioned area where, there, in the middle of it, stood this mechanical bull. I watched this big guy, must have been six foot four and was muscled like a calendar model with the most delightful tattoos on his bare, thick arms. Well, he was riding this thing and waving one arm in the air and holding this rope at the front. Jake explained about the balance, how you used your other arm to offset the spin of the bull and dig in your heels to hold onto the sides. I was totally mesmerized watching this and then Jenna came up and joined us. "She going on?" Jenna laughed. "Yeah, she is." Jake said. "No, I'm not." I insisted. "I will look like a fool." Jenna put her arm around me from the other side. "You will not look like a fool, I promise you that. The guy who does the controls will take it easy on you. It's... have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?" She asked. "No." I answered. "Well, have you ridden a horse?" She followed. "Yeah." I used to go horseback riding every chance I got back home. "It's like that, kind of, if you think about how good it feels to bounce on a saddle for an hour, but a little faster..." she moaned softly, "and harder." She went mmmmmmm in my ear and I melted. Jake laughed. Jenna laughed. They both said together, "She'll do it." I leaned over to Jake to whisper to him. "I have to put my panties on first." But I guess I whispered a lot louder than I thought because Jenna laughed really loud. "Yeah you better with that skirt." She said. "Come on, I'll take you to the little cowgirl's room." And she took my hand and led me to the ladies room. "Is it hard?" I asked her when the bathroom door closed and the loud music drowned behind the door. "No, it's fun. You will have a great time I promise. But you definitely will show some ass with that skirt, so go put your panties on you little slut." She laughed and slapped my ass. I went into the stall and pulled the thong out of my purse and slipped my feet in without taking off my shoes and pulled it up. Damn, if my ass was going to show, this thong wasn't going to prevent that. "Hey Jenna?" I called out. "Yeah Jessica?" She answered from the bathroom. "You don't by any chance sell those panties you are wearing do you? I only have a thong." She laughed. But it wasn't a mean laugh. "Oh sweetie, the boys are going to love you. Look, just tuck your skirt under your thighs and hold on tight. You'll probably flash some cheek, but it won't be for long. Believe me, with your posse, you'll be safe, just enjoy the ride, it is a fabulous experience." I came out looking quite nervous and she wrapped her arm around my back and rested it on my hip. She led me out to the mechanical bull and nodded to the guy operating the control. "Cowboys and cowgirls" A loud voice came over the speakers. "We got a pretty little filly by the name of Jessica is going to try to tame the bull. She's a virgin I'm told so give her a big PBR welcome." And the whole bar started hooting and hollering and I was redder than a Christmas tree. "Was that really necessary?" I asked Jenna, who just smiled and gave me a slap on the ass to head me into the bull pit. I looked around and there were so many eyes leering at me that I nearly fell before I even got on the damned thing. A guy came over to show me how to get on. There were no stirrups, so it wasn't easy. He offered his hands clamped together as a step and I graciously took it and jumped up onto the bull. Fortunately, I did make it up onto the bull. Unfortunately, my skirt popped up when I came down and I got a loud cheer from the audience. I quickly yanked my skirt down and tucked it under my thighs like Jenna had told me to do. I then took a minute to inspect the machine. It had horns on the front, like a bull. It had a rope to hold onto, like Jake said. I grabbed the rope firmly in my right hand and rested my left hand on my thigh. "Ready?" The guy who had helped me up asked. "As I'll ever be." I answered and it started. The bull lunged forward and took me right down with it. I immediately felt the skirt slide up from under me and knew I had to be showing some skin. I blushed and reached back to try and yank my skirt back down again. Then the bull lurched back and I had to let go and hold on tight. The crowd was going nuts. I knew I was showing some bare ass at this point, but there was little I could do about it. The guy with the bull control whipped me to the left and I almost fell of the side. He waited until I climbed back on top and then he dove the bull down again. Now, I could feel the cool air on my quite bared ass. "Stop!" I shouted, as I held on for dear life. I tried to reach back again to cover my ass, but every time I did, the operator would change the motion of the bull and I had to grab the bull to keep from falling off. In retrospect, I should have just fallen off the damned thing and gotten it over with. I looked at him with pleading eyes and shouted again for him to stop, but he just laughed and jerked me forward again. I started reaching back again and WHAM, the guy would buck the bull forward and I'd fall towards the front again, my ass in the air, and quite exposed to the enjoyment of everyone there. Then I saw what had probably been going on for awhile already. Flashes! People were taking pictures of me with my ass exposed! I covered my head and leaned forward, hoping that nobody had already gotten a picture of my face and ass in the same frame. Oh my God, this was a nightmare. I knew I never should have gotten on this thing. Then, the bastard operator started making the damned thing vibrate somehow. He bucked the ass as high as it would go and the head towards the ground and my ass is way up in the air now and I am holding on for dear life, thinking if I fall now, I'm going to break my neck. And the bull starts to bounce really fast and hard and it is slamming my crotch down against the slightly rounded back of the bull. And OH MY GOD! The bull is slamming my pussy! It's like someone stuck a jackhammer against my cunt! It is slamming me and I am just pushing my ass up to keep from falling off and this puts my pussy right up against the damned bull. "Stop!" I scream to the operator. "OH GOD please stop!" And he probably can't hear me because of all the cheering and yelling and everyone pushing around to take pictures of my naked ass. It's starting to get to me. I have to get off this thing soon. And the asshole operating it just keeps... bouncing me hard. "Oh God Jake! Make them stop!" I yell. But they aren't stopping. They keep slamming my pussy and I can feel the wetness soaking my tiny thong and wetting their damned bull. It feels too good. Oh I need to get off this thing now! If only he would level it out for a second, I could jump off onto the side and get away from this thing. And then the swinging starts and I almost fall off, head first. Then he slams the whole bull up so I'm falling off the back and my cunt is sliding down and the friction is rubbing me raw. "Oh God help me!" I scream. But nobody is helping me. Then the bull starts vibrating again, although at least I am able to sit up and yank my skirt down over my ass again. And then I'm thrown almost off to the left, but I hold on, but I'm on the side and dragging myself back up on top again and the friction is rubbing my pussy so harshly, I think my thong slid to the side of my pussy! I could swear I heard "Yes! Her pussy is hanging out!" Then it lunges forward and starts the bouncing again and I'm holding on and it is slamming right into my clit and I'm screaming to stop, but he doesn't let up and I feel myself sliding forward. My clit is rubbing right against the rough furred back of the mechanical beast. Oh no, it's going to happen. My chest is pounding and I'm completely out of breath and BAM BAM BAM the pounding again and I'm sliding forward and I moan out loud. The screaming and shouting continues. They are complimenting my ass and calling me a slut in the same excited voices. And I swear I hear them saying I'm going to cum and I pray I don't submit myself to this final humiliation. BAM BAM BAM the bull slams my clit and my labia again and again and I'm going over the top. Oh God, I'm going to cum on this fucking thing in front of over a hundred people! I try to get my crotch up off this horrible machine, but there is nothing to get leverage on. I dig my heels into the sides trying to push off the terrible pressure against my vajay. No good, and he keeps slamming me against it. It's like being fucked by a dick too big to get inside you. It just keeps pounding my pussy and it is really getting sore. Not to mention wet. I know my ass is on show and I know they are loving it. It is turning me on, but on the other hand it is so embarrassing to know my ass is going to be on You Tube tonight. I just hoped none of the boys who knew me would do it and put up my personal information. My eyes went wide as I felt those delicious stirrings inside me. I did NOT want to cum on this fucking machine, but it was going to happen. "Oh... my.... GOD!" I scream and I reach the pinnacle of the climax and hold on tight as the orgasm crushes my body like a giant wave. And I am screaming and holding on and the friction as I slide forward and push my ass back to keep from falling head first is prolonging its power and duration. And I'm cumming so hard and so long and the pictures are flashing and people are shooting videos with their cameras and I am a freak show! I'm crying now, tears of humiliation following the climax on a freaking toy! Not a sex toy, but a bull riding simulator. And I look through my tear filled eyes into the crowd. And Jenna is screaming at the operator and he finally relents and levels it out and I lie on top of the bull, legs wrapped tight around it's sides, exhausted and I sob into its fur, my head buried in my arms, hiding from the flashes. And my skirt is pulled down over my ass again. And security is telling people the show is over, go back and watch some football. And finally, I am eased down off the bull. I am hysterical. I can't stop crying. Jake and Jenna carry me because I can't walk. They half drag me to the booth and sit me down. "Are you okay?" Jenna asks me. But I can't answer. I'm in shock, I think. "Jake, you better take her home." Jenna tells him. "Jessica!" Jake shouts at me and he slaps my face, but not too hard. I look at him and then I start crying again and hug him and put my head in his shoulder and my whole body shakes as I cry. "Hey... it's okay Jess, what's wrong? Why are you going crazy like this?" Jake asks me soothingly. "What an asshole." Jenna says. "I hope they fire that fucktard." "They..." I started and then I just cried again. "It isn't as bad as you think Jess." Jenna rubbed my back. "Nobody could see your face much and there was no way to get your ass and your face in a picture at the same time. I don't think many of them really knew you orgasmed up there. They were just enjoying looking at your ass. Can't blame them really, it's a pretty nice ass." She tried to lighten the mood. "Look Jake, you want to stay here with your guys, that's cool. I'll take her in the back and let her rest for awhile." Jenna offered. Jake must have gave her a look of distrust. "Jake, it's a girls' changing room. She will be a lot safer in there than out here with a hundred guys who are rock hard from looking at her ass shaking on the bull for the last ten minutes." "Yeah, well, you just keep the lezzies away from her." Jake said. Jenna laughed. "You guys are such assholes. We just do that stuff out here because we know it gives you wet dreams at night. Wait here and I'll get Emily." "Jake." I whispered. "Why? I thought we were getting along..." And I started crying again. "Jess, I didn't mean that to happen. That guy with the controls was way out of line. He fucking made it into a porn show." "Oh GOD!" I cried louder at the comparison. "No, Jess, really it wasn't that obvious. It was to me because I wasn't just looking at your ass. You know, you really did a good job when the jackass did what he was supposed to do. You rode that thing better than most guys I've seen try it." "I want to go home." I cried. "Damn babe, if the game was over, or even if I had my car, I'd take you in a second. But if I make a big deal out of this now, all the guys are going to know something happened. And I don't think they know that right now. So, if you just go back and rest a little while, I'll get you as soon as the games over, I promise." Jenna and Emily came over and with Jake's blessing, carried me to their changing room and put me in a chair. "We have to work still." Jenna said softly. But, it's quiet back here, you can lay down on that bench if you want. I'll bring you some water." "You want a shot?" Emily asked. Jenna frowned at her. "What? It couldn't hurt." "I'll be back, you'll be fine here okay?" Jenna smiled at me and laid me down on the couch and wrapped her coat over top of me. By the time she got back with the water, I had cried myself to sleep. A couple of hours later, "Jessica time to wake up baby. Time to go home." I woke up to the soft whispers and the gentle shakes of Jenna. I sat up slowly and gulped down the glass of water she had for me. She helped me to fix my make up from all the crying I had done. "Listen, I know this was embarrassing for you, but think of all the guys who are going to be going home and jerking off or fucking their girlfriends or wives and thinking about you on that bull. It's kind of hot if you think about it. And it isn't like you had sex up there. I'm really sorry I pushed you to do it. If I had known you were going to react like you did, I never would have done it. You seemed to be kind of reluctant, but into it." "So, don't freak out about it. Yeah, your ass is going to be on You Tube for awhile and then people will forget about it. You can always protest the posts when they come up, they have to take them down if you aren't willing to let them be up there. It's your ass after all." She smiled. "And a very nice ass I might add. Someday, you are going to look back at this and be really happy you did it. Maybe tomorrow." She laughed softly. "Oh, before I forget, this is for you." She handed me a wad of cash and some business cards and phone numbers written on napkins and bits of paper. It was a pretty thick stack of paper. "A bunch of guys saw me take you down and wanted me to give you their numbers and tips for a great show. Don't turn it down, you already earned it." She shoved it all in my purse. "Now, while we are definitely not lezzies, as Jake so succinctly put it, most of us are bisexual." She giggled and kissed my lips softly. "Ask for me if you come back. I'll get you in my VIP section even if you don't call ahead." And Jenna helped me to my feet and I felt a little better as we walked out into the crowded bar. She walked me over to Jake and Greg met me there, talking to me for the first time since the bull ride. "You were incredible Jessica, people haven't stopped talking about it still." He was slurring his words a little and some guy who didn't go to our school came up and slapped him on the back. "You are one lucky son of a bitch." The guy laughed and walked by. So Greg apparently used me for a little celebrity status of his own. I didn't really care just then, I just wanted to get out of that place. I looked around and saw way too many interested eyes and quickly looked away again. I tugged Greg's hand. "Please get me out of here." Greg smiled and put his arm tightly around me to let all my admirers know I was with him and with the other guys from the fraternity, we made our way out the door. Jenna was there to give hugs and high fives on the way out. The Ravens won that game, so everyone was in a pretty good mood. She gave me a big hug and a kiss and the guys acted like jerks about it. Jenna and I smiled at each other and she gave me another piece of paper. She leaned in and whispered "My number, if you want to go do something that has nothing to do with bull riding sometime." We laughed and I thought I might just take her up on that. Outside, the air was cold and it felt good. Between the heat of the bar and the heat of the humiliation, I was quite hot when we left. So, I didn't mind the cool air on the block walk back to the bus. During the walk, I got the compliments of most of the guys about how great that was that I rode the bull and what a good job I did. Greg held me tight and he seemed really proud of me, so I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder as we walked. I felt kind of stupid now for falling apart like I did. Here, I had a great orgasm and I cried about it. To be honest, it wasn't the orgasm, it was the helplessness and the public nature of it that had freaked me out. Still, I was feeling much better now, not so much like a freak. We got on the bus and the guys were all slurring and roudy and getting in their seats. They were retelling the biggest plays of the game and arguing over who was the better receiver and I was just leaning in against Greg and happy to be out of the spotlight. "Jess, the lights are down, you think you could give me a blowjob?" He whispered into my ear. I turned my head to look at him and frowned. "Greg, wait til we get back okay?" I smiled. He leaned in again to whisper a conversation with me. "Come on, you got me so hot in there. Make it a fast one. I'll finger you while you do it if you climb on the seat." I whispered back, "No Greg, first of all, the guys behind us will see, not to mention across the aisle, besides I don't want to here, it would be so cheap. Please, just wait and I'll make it so good for you. I'm kind of horny too." I sucked his ear softly at that and he moaned. He took my hand and put it on his cock, which was actually quite close to an erection. This surprised me since he had been drinking. As soon as I touched it, or rather was forced to touch it, he went completely rigid, surprising me even more. He whispered, "One of the guys has some X, you want some?" I actually would like some, but not here. Not now. "No Greg, maybe later when we are alone." I smiled at him. I started jerking him off through his pants, very softly, not trying to make him "cream his jeans". He moaned way too loud into my ear. "Come on Jess, just do it, you're so good at it. Everyone knows what you do for me, just do it, nobody will say anything or think any less of you." Greg whispered drunkenly into my ear. "Greg." I whined. "Please wait." "I can't wait baby, you are going to make me cum in my pants. Just get down there and do what you do best." Greg almost said it this time. He was barely whispering and when I looked back, I knew at a minimum that Jake heard him. I looked at him for help, but he just shrugged and nodded like I should get it over with and do it. I really did not want to do this. But, Greg wrapped his hand around my neck and pushed me towards his lap. I fought for a second then just gave in. I heard Matt, the guy next to Jake whisper, 'she's going to do it man, I can't believe this slut.' And I almost backed out. Jake whispered, "She's a good girl for her man. All women should be that attentive." It made me feel a little better, though not by much. I opened up Greg's zipper with my fingers and reached in and got his cock worked through the opening of his briefs and then looked around as I stroked his hard cock a couple of times. I liked the way his cock felt in my hand. I always had liked the warm feeling of that hard, yet oh so soft organ in my hands. Confirming that nobody was watching, but sure that they were just looking away when I looked up, I went ahead and took him in my mouth and sucked his cock hard. He really should have waited, because I would have given him a nice long, slow suck. Instead, I just wanted to get it over quick before anyone saw or heard what I was doing. I took him straight back into my throat and pressed hard with my tongue against the side of his cock, increasing the tightness of my mouth. I much prefer having my tongue under the cock, but given the sideways positioning, I had to make do. I could feel eyes watching us as I bobbed my head wildly on his cock, eagerly sucking his thick shaft all the way to the base. My reluctance being denied, I now wanted to do this and getting excited at blowing Greg in the bus full of his friends. It was starting to turn me on. Sure, it was humiliating, being the only girl there and being treated like such a ... not a girlfriend. But, that spurred me on and I answered the blushing red of my cheeks with vigor in my attempts not only to make Greg cum, but to make him cum so hard he wouldn't be able to help but moan out loud. Then all his friends would be jealous of him and I would feel desirable. I would be like the best girlfriend and they would all wish that their girlfriends were as cool as me. I could hear them now, telling their significant others how they should be more like me. I wanted to reach under my skirt, but I dared not. I knew I was dripping though, the tiny thong did nothing to keep my wetness from slipping down my thighs. I couldn't look up at Greg from this angle, but the slight humping of his hips told me that he was enjoying this immensely. I sucked and slurped louder than I had intended and it seemed that the world stopped around this lewd act. It was as if everyone had stopped talking to hear me bobbing my throat onto his cock. And on a hard downward thrust into my throat, Greg came. I felt his entire cock expand inside my throat and emit it's cum straight into my belly and I held him there and let him pump his seed into me. When he had finally ceased his humping into my face, I withdrew and gasped loudly for breath before softly cleaning his cock off before putting it back in his pants. I smiled at how wonderfully I had brought him off, at how normal this felt. "Greg, bro." Jake broke in almost immediately. It broke the moment. I was suddenly aware of the fact that we had been watched and it sobered me. "You mind if I have a turn?" he asked, and I immediately felt sick about what I had done. Greg was still coming down from his post orgasmic high. "Dude. Don't be rude." He laughed at his own rhyme. I sat up and pretended I hadn't just sucked Greg off. It wasn't convincing. "Come on bro, after seeing those girls, especially Jenna, all night, well, I got an urge for a quick cum." He added into the midst of what I had hoped was a private moment between boyfriend and girlfriend. Sure, I knew there were people watching and listening, but I didn't expect anyone to actually acknowledge what had just transpired. "I mean, a real brother would share the wealth." Jake egged on. "Damn, you have the hottest girl in college, at least in the blowjob department, you should really be a friend and give a guy a break." Greg seemed torn, which was good. Come on Greg, tell that fucker where to get off. I thought it, I didn't say it. "I don't know Jake, I mean, damn dude, she's my girlfriend." Greg answered, and I already knew I was lost. Jake leaned forward and whispered so we both could hear, "Come on man, it isn't like she isn't doing me anyway." I groaned out loud. "Jake, please don't" I whispered, knowing that Greg was a lost cause. "I wasn't asking you." Jake said. "I already know you'll do it. It's up to Greg, he's my bro, after all." I felt worthless at that moment, like I was just Greg's toy. Greg looked at me like he was wondering if I wanted to do this. I shook my head no and pleaded with my eyes. He leaned in to my ear. "Just do it for me please Jess? I'll make it up to you, I promise." Wow. He'll make it up to me. I shook my head no again. "I don't want to Greg. It was okay doing you, but I don't want to suck Jake off in front of the whole bus. Come on baby, surely you can see this is a bad idea." I whispered. "Damn Jessica, you already did it twice, just do it again, it's no big deal." Greg whispered back. "Nobody is going to touch you. I'm right here." I let a tear fall and quickly wiped it away. How many times was Greg going to betray me instead of sticking up for me? "Why don't we go in the back Jess, that way Greg won't have to see it?" Jake suggested. "Just switch seats with me Matt." I said to the guy who was paying rapt attention while sitting next to Jake. "Sure Jess." He smirked, any respect I may have had from these guys was escaping quickly. We switched seats and he made a point of brushing the bulge in his pants against my ass as he scooted by me. I let it go, it wasn't a big deal. (giggle) Jake scooted to the window. "No way." I said softly and gestured for him to move to the aisle. "Sure thing Jess." He whispered. "I just thought that way nobody would see what you were doing." "No, they'd just see my ass ." I frowned. "Well, it's a nice ass." Jake laughed. I plopped into the window seat. Greg was looking back at me, I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. Was he mad at me? I sure as hell didn't want to do this. He was treating me like a frat whore. It was not me. That was not the kind of girl I was. Matt started to engage Greg in conversation and his attention was drawn away. Jake spread his legs and smiled at me. I exhaled heavily and leaned down to open his pants. I felt so demeaned, so much like the slut I did not want to be. So, why was I so wet? I felt a terrible itch that I wanted to scratch, but no way was I going to do that here with all these guys watching me. I fished his cock out of his underwear, and he did not disappoint at all, he was rock hard already. I held it at the base for a moment, looking at it throbbing in my hand. Then, I decided to just get it over with and went down on him. I wasn't really happy about this, so I didn't give him any of my special tricks, I just sucked and let his head enter my throat. Jake moaned softly, apparently pleased with the effect. I started bobbing my head up and down, torn between the exhilarating feeling between my legs and the burning humiliation in my face. I pressed the thick head of his cock deep into my throat as I engulfed the thick shaft all the way to the root, where my lips pressed hard against his groin. He seemed pleased and told me so. I was going down fast and hard and then embarrassed myself further by prolonging it, breaking the momentum to lick his cock from shaft to head, looking up at him as he smiled down at me. Then I took it back in fast and hard and worked it for what seemed like about ten minutes before I was rewarded with my second mouth full of cum of the night. I swallowed it all and licked up what had dribbled down his cock before tucking him back in and zipping him up. "You are incredible Jessica." Jake told me with a smile. I sat back up and stared out the window. I didn't feel incredible at the moment, I felt kind of used. I heard some movement to the side and didn't pay it any attention. I was just staring out the window, wondering how I had gone from Greg's girlfriend to being Jake's mouth to use at will. I randomly wondered if this would mean I wouldn't have to deliver a blowjob to Jake tomorrow. "Matt, switch with me, I need to talk to Greg." I heard Jake say. And I looked over to see Jake sit next to Greg and Matt moved back next to me in the seat where I had just blown Jake. Matt leaned over and smiled at me. I smiled back though I didn't much feel like smiling. He leaned closer and I jerked back, thinking he was going to kiss me or something weird. He whispered to me, "Jake said you would give me a blowjob too. He's talking to Greg about it now." I shook my head no. "Matt, I am not going to give you a blowjob, I don't care what Jake told you." I whispered angrily. "Oh come on. We all saw you getting into it." Matt said. "Just do it, you know you want to. You probably want to blow everyone on the bus. Greg says you really get off on giving head." "Matt, I am not a slut. I do that for Greg because I love him." I said back through gritted teeth. "I'm not calling you a slut Jessica." He said. "We are all just curious if you are as good as Greg brags all the time. Come on, it's just a one time thing to show us all how good you are. We aren't going to try to make you a frat slut." "No Matt. I'm not blowing you." I stood my ground with an angry face. Who the hell did Jake think he was anyway? "Okay, well how about just a hand job then?" Matt asked as he put his hand on my wrist and forced my hand against his crotch. I struggled to pull my hand away, but he was too strong. "Please let me go Matt. I don't want to do this." The two guys from the seat in front of me were both turned around watching the exchange with a leering grin, hoping to see me start sucking Matt's dick. I looked away from them and back at Matt, who was sliding my hand up and down his erection through his pants. "Come on Jess, it's just a handjob." Matt smiled at me. "Let me go." I hissed. "Greg!" I yelled out. I couldn't see past Matt, but apparently Greg heard me and came back with Jake to see what was going on. He took a look at my hand on Matt's crotch and he gave me a hurt look. "Greg, please help me." I begged, while being forced to slide my hand up and down Matt's cock. "Just do it Jessica." Greg said, but I could tell he didn't really mean it. Why wouldn't he stand up for himself? Why wouldn't he stand up for me? "Greg, I am your girlfriend. I am not going to blow the whole bus!" I shouted. "Easy Jessica." Jake interrupted. "You'd think you were faithful to Greg the way you talk." That hurt. I was very faithful to Greg before he told me to suck Jake off. "Jake, I am not a whore!" I screamed. "Well no, you are definitely not a whore, because I haven't paid you a dime." Jake smirked. I blushed brightly at that comment and wanted to disappear. "Just do it Jess, Greg really doesn't mind and it makes him look good if you'll just do it." Jake said. I gritted my teeth. "Really Greg? Really?" I was pissed and I can't believe he couldn't tell. "You want me to blow the whole football team Greg? You want your GIRLFRIEND to suck every dick on this bus?!" "Jessica," Greg started and exhaled heavily. "Look, everyone is so sexed up off seeing you ride that bull and knowing how good you are. I don't see why you have to take it this way. You should be happy, it's a compliment." "Fine GREG." And I pronounced his name harshly. "What a compliment to be the football team's slut!" Then I turned to Matt. "Well what are you waiting for? You heard by BOYFRIEND. He wants me to suck your dick. Get it out!" Then Jake spoke up. "Sorry Matt, sorry Greg, that was my bad. I misread the situation." Then to me, Jake said. "Forget it Jessica, I thought you were into it. Nobody wants angry head, you might bite a dick. We aren't raping anyone." And Matt let me go and I went up to the very front seat with Greg. "Do you still love me?" I finally asked, wiping the tear on my cheek because it pissed me off. "Or was that just something you said to get me back with you?" Greg looked taken aback, though I wasn't sure if it was that I would think such a thing or that I would bring it up. "Of course I love you Jessica." "So, why are you trying to lend me to your friends?" I asked. "Hell, you don't even really like some of those guys." He exhaled loudly. "I know. It's my fault really, I have bragged about you so much to the guys that they were all curious. I mean, you really are incredible at giving blowjobs babe, that isn't just an idle compliment. I guess it's a little strange, but you aren't the first girlfriend to get passed around to the team. It's kind of a compliment, really. Last year it was this really hot girl who was dating James. She was absolutely smoking hot and she fucked the whole team most of the season. I think James made her do it for him to date her." "So, are you saying that you want to pass me around as the team's oral fixation?" "Well, I don't know Jess. You didn't really seem to mind it. Did you?" He asked. "Damn Greg, I was absolutely opposed to doing that for Jake. I hate it. But you seemed to want it and Kel... Anyway, no, I don't want to do this, at all. I thought it would make you jealous and snap you out of this." I said, without the venom I truly felt. Then I whispered, "I guess I was wrong." "Well come on Jessica. I mean, it's just college, it's supposed to be an adventure. I thought you would kind of get into this actually. I mean as booky as you are." Ouch, that hurt. "So, because I study, I should enjoy blowing 19 guys on a bus?" "I didn't mean it like that. Look, I'm sorry, I won't ask you to do anything like that again if you really hate it that much." "Please don't. I'm not that way Greg. If that's the kind of girl you want... you have the wrong girl, I'm sorry. I prefer to be a very monogamous person." I told him. "Well, mostly." The rest of the bus ride was in silence. I was letting the anger and sadness drain from me, because it was very real. When we got back to the campus, Jake had the bus drop me at my place on the way to the frat house. Greg got off with me and walked me up to my room. "I'm going to go brush my teeth." I said. "You staying tonight?" "As long as you're asking." He smiled. "Okay, I'll be right back." I did not smile, but I did get my toothbrush and toothpaste and mouthwash and spent a solid ten minutes scrubbing the remnants of cum from my mouth. I returned with fresh breath and smiled as I locked the door behind me. Greg was lying on his side smiling at my entrance. I smiled back at him, though I was still quite hurt that he had tried to pass me around like a party favor. "Greg? Umm, would you err..." I was stammering, but I had come to the conclusion while washing out my mouth that I needed something from Greg now after all I had just done for him. "would you go down on me?" I blurted out at last. His smile faded quickly. I exhaled loudly and mumbled, "Never mind." I climbed into bed with him, turning my back to him and he wrapped his arm over me. "Jess, if you really need it, I'll do it." Greg whispered. "I mean you did a lot for me tonight, I guess it is the least I can do for you." I smiled and rolled over to face him and kissed his lips. He cringed a little, but noting the look on my face went back to kissing me on the lips, with tongue even. I was getting really hot. I had been burning up for awhile and I started rubbing my pussy against his thigh, moaning into his mouth. Greg broke the kiss off and put his hands on my shoulders. "Jess, call Kelsey and ask her for permission." He gasped in need. My face must have really surprised him. First, why would he even know that Kelsey had forbidden me to have an orgasm this week? Second, are you freaking kidding me? I was Greg's girlfriend, not Kelsey's property. I was pissed. "Greg, go home before I say something we both regret." I rolled over and out of bed and pulled on a thick robe. "What?" Greg asked incredulously. "Get out of my room Greg, NOW!" I shouted. He got up and got dressed, quite angrily with each article he pulled on. "What is your problem Jess? I thought you wanted to fuck? I mean, finally, I thought maybe I was going to get inside your pants. I know you want to. Kelsey told me it would probably happen this week. Now you are pissed because ... why?" "Kelsey told you it would probably happen this week?" I asked and half shouted. "Did she plan the gang suck on the bus too? Get the fuck out!" He yanked his shoes on. "Actually, yes, it was her idea. The gang suck thing. She said it would get you hot as hell and I'd finally get to fuck you. And I know you want to. But, no, you are going to save it for marriage or what? I mean what the hell Jessica, you aren't a virgin. Haven't I been with you long enough, faithful to you this whole time? What are you holding out for?" He pulled on his coat as he said the last part. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "She really..." I couldn't believe that he actually thought that by getting me to blow nineteen guys I would suddenly want to fuck him. Was he wrong? Was Kelsey wrong? I didn't know, but I wasn't going to find out tonight. I grabbed him by the collar of his coat and kissed him hard on the lips. It surprised him, but it cooled the tempers for a moment. "Call me in the morning. I'm... I need some time Greg. It... I need to think." What I wanted to say is that he needed to be my boyfriend and be a man, but I wimped out on saying what I was thinking. "Okay Jess." Greg frowned. "I'll call you in the morning. Goodnight." And he kissed me quickly and headed out the door. I fell into my bed and fumed for about an hour before falling mercifully asleep. The next morning, I was awakened by my cell phone. I groggily got out of bed and retrieved it from my purse. "Hello?" I answered through half closed eyes, not even looking at the phone to see who was calling or what time it was. "Good morning sleepy head." Kelsey chirped. "I hear you were quite the slut last night." I groaned. Kelsey giggled on the other end of the phone. "I am so proud of you Jessica. The boys have been raving on and on non-stop about how fantastic you were. Jake told me all about the bull ride too. I won't even penalize you for that one, since it was technically not your fault. So, I hear you want to fuck Greg now." She paused for an answer. "Kelsey, I'm not in the mood." I replied. "Well, that is good, because the answer is no. I don't think I want my pussy being entered by Greg's cock ever. He just really doesn't deserve it. I mean, he was going to let that whole bus load of guys use your mouth like a cum dump. He isn't really the right guy for you. I'm going to find you someone better for your first college fuck." "What?!" I yelled. "Kelsey, Greg is my boyfriend. You are not going to pick who I date!" She laughed. "Oh Jessica, you are so cute. Of course I am. I am going to decide everything for you in your social life from now on. You'll see. You'll like it in the end. Now, Jake will be there in about an hour to pick you up. You are going to go to his place this time and give him a nice long blow job like you bragged about yesterday. He is so looking forward to it. I have to say, I'm going to have to be careful with you around you little slut." "Kelsey!" I screamed into the phone. "Stop it! I am not doing that! Stop it! You don't own me. Just leave me alone." She had a lot of nerve. I was really getting pissed at her presumptions. "Jessica, don't raise your voice to me. I'm cutting you some slack here because this is so new to you, but don't push it. You are going to do as I just told you to do or I will work my magic on Greg and turn you into the frat whore. Surely you don't want to be that do you Jessica?" "No Kelsey, I don't and I wouldn't. You might think you have everyone wound up and dancing for you like puppets on a string, but I am not some mindless little whore for you to pimp out wherever you want." I was really getting pissed off, and first thing in the morning too. "Oh? Did you do last night of your own design then?" She giggled. "Was it your idea to blow Greg and Jake in front of the guys? Was it your plan to suck my boyfriend off twice yesterday?" "I'm hanging up now Kelsey. I am locking my door and I am not going anywhere with Jake." "Jessica, when you hang up, check the email I just sent you. Then call me back and apologize. You are going to be punished." She hung up on me. That bitch hung up on me! I so wanted to do the hanging up. I drug myself into my chair and checked my email. There was one from Kelsey and I opened it. It read, 'click for a laugh' and had an attachment. I clicked it and there was a clip of me with my ass bared to the camera riding that damned bull from last night. I sunk down into my chair and fumed. Had Jake taken this last night? You could see my ass and my face plain as day as I clung to that fucking bull. It must have been when the guy was bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, because my pussy was pressed against the damned thing, which was fortunate since I could tell that my thong had indeed slipped to the side in all the bumping. My face was flushed and I was screaming for the guy to stop. So, whoever had taken this video had definitely known I was screaming for help. I felt so humiliated seeing this clip. How many others had the same or worse on their phones today? Why was she showing me this anyway? I knew what happened last night, I didn't need her video reminder of my shame. Was she blackmailing me? Oh God! She had my contact list. She had my parents, my siblings, my friends from back home, everyone! I broke into a sweat. She wouldn't resort to blackmail would she? But, why else would she tell me to look at it and call her back? I started to hyperventilate. I fell to the floor and nearly vomited. It took awhile, but I finally got myself under control enough to breath normally again. I got back into my chair and calmed myself down with a bottle of water. A few minutes later, I rang her back. "Hello Jessica." Kelsey said so sweetly as she answered the phone. "Before you say anything else, I think a nice heartfelt apology is in order." And she waited for it. "Are you ... What are you going to do with that clip Kelsey?" I asked, trying to keep my lower lip from quivering too much. "That doesn't sound like an apology." She paused. "The clip was just sent to one person on your contact list, want to know who it was?" She laughed. "Stop! Oh God no Kelsey, please?" I begged, falling onto my knees. "I do like begging, but you still aren't apologizing." Another pause. "You really are going to have to get better at this or get more friends on your contact list. That is two copies sent. Shall we try again?" "I'm sorry Kelsey! Please! I'm sorry I yelled at you, please stop this!" I cried out into the phone. "Good try, but you are yelling, not humbly apologizing." Another pause. "Three down, forty-seven left." I shook violently. She was ruining me. "Kelsey..." I whispered. "I am very sorry for shouting at you and for questioning you. I will do whatever you ask. Please forgive me for being so insolent." I didn't feel it, but I said it in what I thought was a convincing way. "There, so much better Jessica. Now, I have many more clips by the way and pictures. Not just of the bull riding, but the one I showed you was tamer than many others. So, let's not do this again okay? I hate hurting you Jessica, I really do. Don't force me to do it again." "Yes Kelsey, I'm terribly sorry." I whispered. "Now, when I get off the phone, you will go to the shower and get a nice hot one. I want you to wear something sexy, but not whorish like last night. After all, Jake has standards, I can't have my man being seen with common sluts, at least not apparently so. You have an hour. When you are with Jake, you will do anything he asks of you. Even if he wants to fuck you, you will do it and you will tell me. I am not giving you permission to fuck him by the way, nor am I giving him permission to fuck you. But, I want to know if I can trust my Jake while I am away." "Do not tell him anything about this part of the conversation. If you warn him about it or lie to me, I will find out, you believe that don't you Jessica?" "Y-yes Kelsey." I stammered. "Good. Now, you will, as I said, do anything and everything he tells you to do today. It seems Greg has been having second thoughts and is leaving for home today for Christmas break. I'm sorry about that, I am. But, really Jessica, you two were not a good combination. You are way too good for Greg. I'm not saying you can't salvage it for awhile. He isn't ready to break up with you yet, but I think you should prepare for it, it seems likely to happen. He is just too weak to stand up for you and too invested to treat you like he should." "When Jake is finished with you, he will bring you back to your dorm room. There will be a box inside your room, so leave the door unlocked. You will call me before you open it. Do not open it until I tell you to do so. Do you understand?" "Yes Kelsey." I whispered, I couldn't even find my voice with her anymore. "Good girl. Now, put your phone in the charger, I'm sure the battery must be close to dead by now, just leave it there, you won't need it while you are with Jake. I'll talk to you later today. Try to have fun." She laughed softly. "Jessica?" She said softly to elicit a response. "Yes Kelsey?" I gasped into the phone at my spiraling out of control life. "I know this is hard for you, I've told you as much before. When I get back, things will be a lot better, I promise. This is just really bad timing, you falling into my lap when I had to leave the next day. One other thing, I know you hate me right now and that is okay. I suppose if I were in your shoes, I would feel the same way. You can hate me, its okay, but don't ever disrespect me. It will not go well for you and you will do anything I want anyway." I hoped she was done, but I was in for a blow. "Your punishment is that you will go in your robe only, with a towel and your shower things to the first floor and shower there." I gasped. "Please Kelsey," I started weeping, "Please don't do this. I'm sorry, I swear, I'll make it up to you. I'll give Jake the best blowjob I can. I'll do anything, but oh God, I could be raped." "You won't be raped. There is always so much embellishment with you. Get going now, Jake will be there in an hour. If you aren't in your room, I guess he will have to go to the first floor bathroom to stop the gang bang that you were too stupid to prevent." The dormitory that I lived in was co-ed. There were boys only on the first floor, a mix on the second floor and only girls on my floor, the third floor. Of course, boys were allowed on the third and girls on the first, but not to live in the rooms there. I didn't see any way out except to lie to her and I was pretty sure she would find out if I did that, so I grabbed my shampoo, soap and towel, wrapped myself in my robe and descended the stairs to the first floor. I was shaking the whole way. I cautiously opened the door from the stairwell onto the first floor. I had never been on the first floor before, excepting the lobby and the common rooms, but as I expected, the layout was the same from the side. Nobody in the halls, I darted down to the corner, turned and ran through the empty hall into the bathroom. I didn't slow down and barreled into the bathroom and cringed as I heard the sound of running water. I looked around quickly. There were curtains over a few stalls and steam rising from the tops. There were clothes and toiletries on the benches in the middle and a shaving kit at one of the sinks. I needed to move fast before someone decided to come out and dry off. I padded carefully across the wet floor and into an empty stall with an empty stall between it and the next occupied one. I yanked the curtain closed and tried to control my breathing. I was in a bathroom with at least three naked boys who were showering. Sure, they didn't know I was there, but I knew and it was causing a panic in me. I hung my robe on the shower handle, my towel over the top of the shower and turned on the water. Of course it started cold and I bit my teeth so as not to shriek and alert the fellow bathers to the presence of a woman in the bathroom. I waited, dancing on my toes, for the water to warm up and then I plunged in and washed my hair savagely. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. When my hair was saturated in shampoo, I soaped up my body. I trembled every time I heard a guy's voice. It happened a lot unfortunately. Some other guys entered and some left and some just chatted to each other across the stall walls. "Dude, you hear about that girl that took on a whole bus last night?" Endless chatter aside, this one caught my attention. "Yeah right. Somebody is always making shit like that up." Came a reply. "Seriously man, I heard she fucked every one of them and even took it up the ass by some black guy with like a fourteen inch cock." I didn't know whether to be shocked or amused by the lie, but the fact that the rumor had built that much that fast had me terrified of being found out. "Listen to yourself bro. First of all, any mother fucker with a fourteen inch cock doesn't need to waste his time at college. Second, what is the chick's name? What does she look like? Sounds like a bunch of crap to me." "Bro, I am telling you, I heard it straight from Gibby, you know that linebacker friend of mine. He said a bunch of them took the bus to PBR last night and this chick fucked the mechanical bull then ran a train on the guys all the way back to the frat house. She had so much cum dripping out of her holes, they hosed her down before they took her in to fuck the rest of the house. He said she will be there tomorrow night to do another train. I'm going man, I don't know about you." The other guy laughed. "He is telling you that shit to get you to come to his lame ass wiener fest party. Most of the girls are gone for the break already. Go if you want to, I'm hitting the clubs where I have a better chance of getting laid for real instead of by some fairy tale." This guy was my hero. I mean, obviously some of it was true, but thank God not everyone was blindly believing this story. I rinsed slower to see if there was more to be told, but the conversation changed to when they were leaving and I quickly finished up and turned off the water. I dried my hair. Once my hair was reasonably dry, I toweled off my body and wrapped my hair in the towel and put on my robe. Now came the tricky part. The bathroom was much noisier now and more occupied than when I snuck in. I had no idea how much time had passed, but Jake would be in here dragging me out if I wasn't upstairs, I was sure of that. I peeked out through the curtain and sure enough, there were guys in all states of undress out there. Some were just hanging out naked, and I do mean hanging out. I steeled myself, this was going to be difficult. I couldn't run, I'd probably slip on the wet floor and knock myself unconscious and really wake up to a gangbang. So, I'd have to do it the obvious way. I didn't try to draw attention to myself, but when I pulled the curtain back and stepped into the room, it was a given that it happened. I took a few steps out and all conversation stopped as one guy started laughing. I saw naked bodies everywhere. A couple of them yanked their towels up around them. One guy apparently thought he was impressive and stood there staring at me, not covering up one bit. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I wasn't sure what else to do, I surely didn't want him to think I was here to hook up. I kept walking. "Where you going so fast?" One guy asked. "Damn girl, I would have washed your back if I had known you were there." Another added. "I think this is what you are looking for." A guy to my left said as he held his dick in his hand towards me. "Sorry guys, umm..." I couldn't think up a lie quick enough and was blushing heavily as I continued to make my way to the door. I kept my eyes as averted as possible, but peripheral vision was quite revealing. "What's your name baby?" Another guy asked. "Dude, that is the girl!" Someone shouted. "What girl?" Asked about four guys at once and I picked up my speed towards the door. I was nearly running as I yanked the bathroom door open and heard. "The slut from the bus last night." I broke into a run. I didn't know if anyone was chasing me or not. I didn't slow down to find out. I ran all the way up to my room and locked the door behind me and fell down on my bed and cried. I was the slut from the bus now. I wasn't Jessica, I wasn't even Greg's girlfriend, I was the slut from the bus. I screamed into my pillow. I punched at my bed. How the hell had I gone from a respectable student to the slut from the bus? Kelsey, of course, oh how I hated her. The whole school was finding out about me. It was worse than I had feared. I thought I would just get a whisper now and then about being a blowjob queen or something. No, I was now the bus slut. About ten minutes of tearing into my inanimate and uncaring bedclothes, I got up and dressed in a mid-thigh skirt and a pullover. I was just putting on a pair of low heels when the door knob turned and finding the door locked, there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute." I called to whoever was on the other side, as I pulled on my second shoe and walked over and unlocked the door. I figured it was Jake, and I wasn't wrong. He took a look at me and he just rolled his eyes and frowned. "Jessica, you sure do cry a lot. What the fuck is wrong this time?" He pushed by me. I didn't feel like getting into it, because he was obviously not in the mood to care at all. "Just give me a minute to put on some make up Jake, you'll never know I was crying." I fumed and went over to start applying. "You know Jess, a lot of women would love to suck my dick. If it is that big a fucking deal, just call Kelsey and I'm sure she will let you off the hook. I'm tired of this shit." I turned and looked at him. I had made him feel insecure. How funny is that? I almost laughed, but I knew that would really piss him off. "Jake, they know. The whole fucking school knows." "They know what Jessica?" He asked, either being intentionally ignorant or fucking with my head. "They are calling me the bus slut Jake. They even know what I look like." I wasn't crying so hard anymore, but my lip was shaking as I said it and tears probably weren't far behind. "Oh for God's sake Jessica. It's just rumor mill bullshit. It will be dead soon and they will talk about some chick who fucked a horse or a gear shift or some other lie. You really thought it wouldn't get out at all?" He was exasperated with me. "I didn't think that people would point me out in school Jake. I didn't really think about it much at all. I..." I didn't want to cry again, I turned away from him and shuddered, taking in a deep breath. Jake walked over and put his hands on my shoulders. I trembled at his touch. "Jessica, you're a slut now." I shook at the word. "It isn't so bad. So, let them talk. Let me tell you something, there is no such thing as bad publicity, you've heard that before right? Better they talk about you and you are somebody than you go through life as nobody. You are hanging with Kelsey and I now. You are going to be known. Kelsey knew this would happen and she will straighten it out when she gets back. They are going to make comments, rude ones. They are going to point at you. Boys will want to fuck you. Girls will be jealous and hate you for the fact that their boyfriends and the boys they want as boyfriends want you because you are the school slut." "It won't be long. Trust me. When you are seen with me and with Kelsey, you are going to blow right by all this slut talk. The important thing for you to do right now is hold your head up. You are way above most of these losers. I don't know why Kelsey holds you in such high regard, but she does. You surely must know the respect she holds on campus. I hold a bit myself. This will all blow over, but it will take some time. Just keep your head up. Cry in your room if you need to, but outside, you have to be strong. You have to let this stuff roll off your back or you are going to drive yourself insane. I wish Kelsey was here to deal with this crap, because it shouldn't be falling to me. I'm not what you might call a sensitive man." I laughed a little at his admission. "Just roll with it for a bit. If you want, you can come stay with me until Kelsey gets back. You'll be sucking my dick a lot if you do that, but at least no one will mess with you when I am around. Come with me and I'll show you what I mean." He pulled my shoulders around and turned me towards the door. I picked up my coat and put it on and grabbed my purse and checked my phone to be sure it was charging. I stopped at the door, afraid to go outside. Jake put his arm around my shoulders and led me out. We walked downstairs and I expected him to take me to his car. He guided me to the common rooms on the first floor instead. I pulled back when he turned in that direction. "Trust me." He smiled and I looked at him uncertainly, but let him lead me on. There were a bunch of guys in the common room lounging around talking and laughing. They all seemed to stop when we walked into the room. Jake leaned and whispered into my ear. "Head up high, be proud, you are with me after all." He chuckled and I laughed and pushed my chin up higher. "Hey Jake!" One of the guys shouted across the room. "Hi Rick." Jake called back and entered the room. I looked around and caught a couple of guys looking at me and whispering to each other and I fought to keep from slumping my shoulders and forced the smile to stay on my face. "Who's this?" Rick asked, acknowledging me. "Oh, sorry. This is Jessica, a good friend of Kelsey's. We were just about to go back to my place to chill and thought we'd check out the party plans for the next few days before we split for home." Jake said. He was so confident. Why wouldn't he be. "Nice to meet you Jessica." Rick smiled at me and I smiled back politely acknowledging him. He crossed the room and held out his hand and I took it, looking to Jake for assurance. He smiled at me and nodded. "Any friend of Jake and Kelsey, well..." Rick let the thought linger. He was still holding my hand and I was getting a bit uncomfortable, but I let him continue to hold it. "Jake, you think a few of us could come over to chill too?" A guy laughed from the couch across the room. Jake stared at him and he stopped laughing. A few of the guys had chuckled at his question, but they all likewise shut up at Jake's stare. "What are you getting at Roger?" Jake asked with a flat voice. Rick let go of my hand finally and moved over to my side facing the rest of the room. Somehow, I felt very protected between the two of them and I smiled at my confronters. "Come on Jake, we all heard about the bus ride. We heard she is entertaining tomorrow night at the frat house too. Just thought we could get a preview." He snickered. Jake turned to me and smiled. "Do you have any clue what this asshole is talking about?" I stared at him for a second and then I smiled. "Must be the train I pulled on the bus last night." Jake smiled really wide at me and I shivered in excitement at what we were about to do. I looked at Roger, still smiling. "Show me what you're packing and maybe." I winked at him. His mouth dropped open. He just stood there unsure what to do. "Come on, let me see if your dick is worth my time. I mean, it takes a pretty big one to touch the sides now that I pulled a train last night. If you don't measure up, it won't be much fun for either of us. You aren't shy are you?" I couldn't believe I was saying this stuff, but it felt empowering. I looked over to Jake and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I'll just have to deal with one cock today." Jake laughed and we turned toward the hall. Rick laughed too. Then, Rick said, "Will this do?" And right there in front of the whole room, he opened his pants and pulled out a quite sizable cock. I couldn't believe it. Not just that he had a big dick, but that he had been so brazen as to pull it out in this quite public room. Jake squeezed my shoulder as I signal, though I had no idea what it was supposed to be. I looked to him and he whispered. "Big enough?" I laughed softly and turned back towards Rick. "Yeah, I guess that will do. Come on." Rick smiled at me and I hoped this was a setup by Jake, but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't be blowing Rick too. "Wait!" Roger called out and he opened his pants and pulled his penis out too. I say penis because, well it was pretty average, not very big at all. I had to give the guy credit for pulling it out, and I felt kind of bad for what I was about to do to his ego, but he had tried to make me out to be a slut. I looked at his dick and then shook my head no. "Sorry Rog, I don't think that will do it for me." I turned around and smiled widely as Jake put a hand on my hip and we took a step forward. "Bitch." Roger said loud enough for the whole room to hear. I didn't really care. Better that than other things he could have said, but Jake stopped. He kissed my cheek and told me to stay there. He turned around and faced Roger. "What did you call her?" Roger looked scared suddenly. "I... nothing, just forget it." "No, you called her a bitch Roger. Why? Because she won't fuck you? Does that make Kelsey a bitch too? Because I know she won't fuck you. Does that make the majority of the female population of this school bitches too? Is my mom a bitch Roger? She won't fuck you either." He wasn't laughing, he wasn't yelling, he was just breaking it down. I guess Roger got it. "I'm sorry Jessica, I shouldn't have called you that." I had been concerned a fight was going to break out and I was a bit nervous. I smiled though at his apology. "Thank you Roger." Jake let it go and he, Rick and I exited the dorm together. It wasn't a setup. Rick got in the car with us and we all three drove to Jake's place. I got to ride in the back. "So, is it true then?" Rick turned half-way in his seat to talk to me. "What?" I woke from my internal thoughts at his attention. I had just been thinking how Jake had handled that so well and wondering how I would do it without him there. Surely, he couldn't be with me all the time. So, could I be that confident without him by my side. "The train on the bus, is any part of it true or was it a total embellishment?" Rick asked. I stared for a moment and took a deep gulp as I contemplated what I should tell Rick. Obviously, the time for over-indulgence in the tale was over, at least with Rick. "Well..." I began and then thought hard for a moment over what I wanted to say. I looked into the rear view mirror at Jake, hoping he would bail me out. He was smiling expectantly, letting me decide what to say. He was leaving it entirely up to me. I braced myself, closing my eyes and breathing in deeply, feeling the tension throughout my body. Then I exhaled and let all that tension escape for a moment. "I actually did give a blowjob to Greg and to Jake on the bus, but that was it. It was just getting an odd fantasy kind of experience out of the way. Obviously, given the attitudes across campus already at what happened, it is not something I can keep a secret if it was something I wanted to do again. And really, I've been there and done it, so I don't really ever need to do it again. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, because a part of me really did." "On the other hand, I have to deal with this for now and I felt that over-exaggerating the situation is the easiest way for me to disrupt the crazy stories. I hope... that is ... I guess we are going to Jake's and I'm going to end up giving you a blowjob. And it's okay, I don't mind really, I just hope you won't add to my problem. I really don't want to be known as the campus slut in the long run." Jake winked at me. Rick laughed. "No problem Jessica, you know though, if you do this stuff, your reputation is going to spread." "Oh, it was a one time thing. I mean the bus thing." I answered. Rick shrugged doubtfully. "Look, there really isn't anything wrong with being a slut. I mean, if you enjoy it, you should do it. Fuck them if the same assholes who want to get something off you are talking shit about you because you didn't do them or even because you did. Guys are assholes, you know that I'm sure. I'll tell you what though, my brother goes to college down in College Park a long way from here. If you ever want to get your slut on at a frat party, I'll take you down there and then you won't have to worry about your reputation because nobody there will know you." I'm not sure what my facial expression looked like after that. It should have shown confusion at the least, potentially anger. In the end, I figured Rick was actually trying to be helpful so I blew it off and thanked him for the offer. We arrived at Jake's place, a house he shared with three other guys just off campus. He had described this to me in the last few minutes before we arrived. We exited the car and entered the house and were greeted by two of Jake's roommates and a half dozen of their friends who were gathered around the television watching Scarface and playing a game where they took a drink every time someone said the word "fuck". Needless to say, they were not very sober as it was a bit into the movie. I laughed a little and they looked up and were suddenly interested in me. I did not particularly want this attention out of fear that Jake would welcome them all to sample my mouth as well and as I surveyed the faces of the eight guys sitting there, I was unfortunate enough to recognize two of them from the bus trip to Baltimore. "Hey guys, this is Jessica, Jessica, this is Jim, Skip, Don, Eric, John, Big John, Dave and Manuel", he pointed them all out from left to right and I didn't keep up completely, but it was a nice gesture. "We are heading down to the theatre, I want to show her the system." He turned to Jim, who I would later learn was one of his roommates, "I'd prefer not to be disturbed." Jim winked at him and smiled. "No problem Jake. Nice meeting you Jessica." And they returned to make up for the three drinks they missed when we walked in. Jake escorted me with a hand on my hip down the stairs, Rick following behind us. The recessed lights lit the stairs very nicely. While the living room, where we had entered, had been quite tasteful with it's large wrap around leather couch, there was no comparison to the high technology of the basement. I think I gasped as I looked at the place. There was a bar along the right side, with televisions over the top, reminiscent of a sports bar. There was a pool table at our end, but the truly amazing part was yet to come. There at the far side was the biggest screen I had ever seen in real life. It must have been nine feet high, since it went from floor to ceiling and was proportionately a cinematically wide screen television. The seats were like stadium seats, five wide and four rows deep, enough for twenty people. They looked extremely comfortable. As I stood there taking in the room, Jake paused with me, then chuckled at me softly. "Typical response. Anyone else would be bent over one of those end chairs about ten minutes from now taking my cock wherever I wanted to deliver it. Of course, me being with Kelsey, that doesn't happen anymore." He slapped my ass playfully. "Go back there behind the bar and fix me a martini. Rick?" "Sure, I'll have a Jack and Coke babe." Rick responded. "I'm not a bartender." I laughed as I walked to the bar. "Don't get your hopes up too high." I climbed behind the bar and started looking through the alcohol. I pulled out the Jack Daniels and a bottle of Ketel One. I grabbed some glasses, one a martini glass and one a regular drinking glass. And in short order after locating some olives, Coke and a bottle of Patron. I set us all up with a shot of Patron and made myself an appletini when I found the Sour Pucker. "Jessica, now you know, if we are going to do Tequila shots, they are going to be by request." Jake smiled, placing his hand over my shot when I lifted it for a toast. I looked at him blankly. He smiled wider. "Why don't you take off your clothes Jessica? Rick and I are going to do ours off your body, then you can tell us how you want to drink yours." My eyes went wider. "Umm... No, Jake, let's not. I'll blow you guys, but I would like to keep my clothes on, especially with all the guys upstairs... you know?" I took a sip of my appletini and gulped it loudly. Jake laughed louder. "Take your fucking clothes off Jessica." I laughed and looked at Jake, waiting for him to smile, but he didn't. He looked quite serious. I whispered at him, "Jake, please no." I watched for a sign that he was still joking about it. None came. It seemed like we stared at each other for an hour, though I'm sure it was only a minute or two. I slumped my shoulders and gulped down my appletini quickly. "Please?" I asked once more. "Oh just do it already, you know you are going to." Jake said flatly. I started with my top, shaking hands pulling the bottom of it up and over my belly. I shivered as I felt the cool air of the basement on my exposed breasts and then lifted it off my head and let it fall to the floor. I was now topless in just the skirt and my shoes and socks. "Small but cute." Rick smiled. "Yeah, she isn't much in the tits department, good thing she knows how to suck dick or she would probably end up married to some nobody." Jake replied. "Jake?" I whimpered. "Seriously?" He replied, obviously pissed off. "Fine!" I snapped and undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I crouched down and took off my shoes and socks and stood behind the bar completely naked. "Put your clothes down at that end of the bar and climb up and lay in front of us." Jake instructed. I did as told, but with an attitude the whole time, slamming my clothes down and climbing up and laying on my belly, ass in the air. "What do you think, I want to do a shot out of your ass? Roll over you dumb ass." Jake growled. I rolled over and fought the tears that threatened my eyes. I closed them tight and tried to pretend that they weren't there. "You haven't sucked any dicks today have you Jessica?" Rick asked. "Not yet." I answered in a whisper. "Okay, open up your mouth." He followed. I did and he poured the shot into my mouth. "Don't swallow it." He added, which was honestly what I was about to do so it was good that he told me. "Now sit up and give me my shot." I sat up and kissed him and let his shot roll off my tongue into his mouth as he drank it. He kept kissing me. He had his hand in my hair holding it firmly as our tongues danced together. He was invading my mouth with his tongue as my own wiggled under it. I kept my eyes closed as the kiss went on for what seemed an eternity. "Don't fall in love Rick." Jake laughed. "She is Greg's girlfriend after all." I yanked away as best I could at the mention of Greg. Somehow, kissing Rick was probably more of a betrayal than sucking his cock. At least in my head it was. But with the grip in my hair, all I managed was to pull my tongue away and Rick grabbed my neck in his other hand and continued to kiss me with a lot of tongue. Eventually, I was too overwhelmed and forgot my loyalty to Greg again and kissed Rick back. We were kissing pretty passionately now and his hand slid down my body and between my legs. He started sliding his fingers up and down my slit and I moaned into his mouth and spread my legs to ease his entry. "You got her worked up there Rick." Jake commented. "You gonna fuck her, or do I get to do my shot now?" My eyes flew open and I pressed my hands against Rick's shoulders. He slowly disengaged his tongue and stood back from me. "Oh, I'm going to fuck her alright, but you better have your shot first unless you want it mixed with my cum." He laughed. "Rick, I'll blow you, but I can't fuck you. That would be cheating on Greg, I won't do that." I gasped, calming down from my arousal. "So, a blowjob is being faithful." He laughed. "How about if I get Greg's permission first?" I looked confused. Would Greg really give someone else permission to fuck me? "Well, there is ... Kelsey too." I blurted, hoping to get a reprieve. Rick looked up at Jake. "What is she talking about?" Jake laughed. "Kelsey told her that she owns her now and the dumb bitch believes it. Don't ask me, I'm just along for the blowjobs. Kelsey doesn't do that shit and this slut is quite honestly the best cocksucker I ever had wrapping lips around my pipe." I swung my legs off the bar and sat up. "I guess the honeymoon is over huh? How you can go from nice guy to asshole so quick is beyond me." "Oh stop being so dramatic." Jake laughed. "Want me to call the guys from upstairs and set you up a really good gangbang?" "Oh Please please, pretty please?" I fluttered my eyelashes. "Fuck it, I'm out of here. Do you want your blowjob or not because I'm not sitting around to be insulted." "Jesus Jake, why do you have to be such a prick?" Rick asked. "Rick, she's all yours bud. I'm going upstairs for a few drinks. Come get me when you're done and I'll get my blowjob after you're finished with her." Jake laughed and shot back his Tequila and headed upstairs with his martini. "Seriously Rick, I'm not going to fuck you." I stood my ground, not very intimidating while naked, but I was resigned. "You are really full of shit aren't you?" Rick laughed. I glared at him. "What?" "Jessica, if Jake hadn't said anything about Greg, you were so hot you probably would have half-raped me right here in front of him. Don't give me a bunch of holier than thou crap." "Whatever. I'm not fucking you Rick. I'm dating Greg and I promised Kelsey." "When is the last time Greg fucked you?" "That is absolutely NONE of your business!" I yelled and swung my legs to the other side to get down off the bar where my clothes were. As my legs went where I had anticipated, Rick grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back so my upper back was on the edge of the bar. "Take out my cock and suck me off then if you would rather act like a cunt than a human being." "Thanks for the common room anyway Rick. It was nice of you." Looking upside down made it a bit harder, but I managed to get his zipper down and pull his cock out of his underwear. He wasn't hard yet, but he still had a pretty sizable cock. I looked up at him and he was surprised, but smirking at me. "Is this how you thank everyone who is nice to you Jessica? If so, I'm not sure how you are going to prevent a reputation, but guys will definitely line up to be nice to you." I smirked back at him. "No. I'm still pissed at Greg for my reputation. You were just nice to the right girl at the right time." And I took the head of his cock into my mouth. As you have already ascertained, I'm pretty good at giving blowjobs. And odd as it may seem, I truly enjoy giving them. I like the control I have over a guy's happiness. When he is fucking me, it is more about him. Don't get me wrong, I like to have sex. I enjoy it and I orgasm. But when it is my mouth that has control of the situation and the ability to provide such tremendous happiness, I really get off on it. Anyway, Rick had a really nice sized cock and it was turning me on. Not that I wasn't already turned on by being naked on the bar and having him kissing me and rubbing my pussy, certainly that had put me in the right frame of mind. As it grew in my mouth, I was happy he had put me in this position because the width of it would have been hard to get into my throat otherwise. As it grew, I swallowed and once I worked the thick, bulbous head past the entry to my throat, he was able to start stroking it forward and in a couple of minutes he was fucking my throat. This wasn't my favorite since he had the control, but I still enjoyed the feeling of my throat being used as a pussy for his entertainment. His cock amazed me as it continued to grow and go deeper and deeper with each thrust into my throat. I sometimes think my throat is linked to my pussy somehow, because my juices are actually flowing out onto the bar at this point. I moaned around his thick fuck stick and he answered my excitement by driving in harder so his balls were actually slapping my face quite audibly. I kept gulping and using my tongue to caress whatever part of his cock happened to be in my mouth. I also pressed my lips tight around his shaft as it drilled my mouth. "Damn, Jake was right about one thing, you are a great cocksucker Jessica." Rick said as he reached over and grabbed my breasts. He used them as handles, grabbing them firmly in his hands as he fucked my throat with abandon. He had stamina. In spite of the tightness of my throat around his cock, he kept fucking in and out at a rapid pace, but he wasn't losing breath and he wasn't slowing down. In short, it was amazing. Not that he was singular in being able to hold out, I mean, when I wanted to control a guy's cum, like with Greg, I could make his blowjobs last over an hour as long as I was in control. But this time, Rick was in complete control and he was loving it. And to be honest, so was I. I had never felt my throat used so callously before and the feeling was wonderful. I wasn't watching a clock or anything, so I have no idea how much time had passed and he was just steadily pumping away at my throat when I heard voices descending the stairs. I grabbed Rick by the hips and tried to push away so I could hide behind the bar, but he was having none of that. Rick just held my tits firmly and kept up his continual in and out pounding of my throat. I struggled and tried to protest, but it's hard to talk with your mouth that full. "Holy shit, she's actually taking it all." An unfamiliar voice cried out. "Told you, this bitch was born to suck cock." Jake laughed. "Look at her, legs spread, dripping her cunt slime all over the bar. Nasty slut." "Aww come on Jake, you gotta be kidding me. Let's just fuck her, it's obvious she wants it." Another unfamiliar voice remarked. I looked around to see who was there, but Rick's balls were blocking my view. I was freaking out a little now and clasped my legs together and twisted my body to the side so they couldn't see my pussy. The rest of me, I had no way of hiding. "Jess, nobody is going to fuck you, get your legs back open so they can see how much you like sucking Rick's cock." Jake instructed. I didn't respond and just pulled my knees up with my arms to curl into a ball, trying to disappear. SMACK! It sounded louder than it felt, but Jake definitely left a hand print on my ass. "I'm not joking with you Jess, get your fucking legs spread now. These guys will listen to me. Nobody is going to fuck you and you aren't going to suck anyone but me and Rick unless you choose to do it on your own." I let out a sob of embarrassment and finally acquiesced to opening my legs and letting them dangle off the end of the bar. "Wider slut." Jake said with a hint of laughter in his voice. I spread my legs wider, showing my pussy to whoever was down there with Jake. "She isn't allowed to cum." Jake said with glee. "Kelsey wants her hot and dripping when she gets back to school this weekend." "How come your girlfriend gets a side toy and you don't Jake?" One guy said with laughter. "Yeah, sounds like you are kinda whipped Jake." Another added. Jake laughed. "Whatever you say guys. Meanwhile, I've blown my nut into this slut's mouth four times in the last three days and I'm going to do it again today. Meanwhile, I'm getting laid by the hottest piece of ass on campus whenever I want. Meanwhile, you dick heads are going to be jerking off later thinking about how this slut is sucking Rick's cock instead of blowing your wad down her throat like he is going to do." "Jess, I'm going to put a finger in your fuck hole now, just don't want you to be freaked out and surprised. It isn't a cock, okay?" He laughed and pushed a finger inside me and my pussy clinched it wishing it was a lot wider. "Damn girl, you are soaking wet. Pretty tight too. I'm going to have to ask Kelsey for a shot at this." He started finger fucking me and I moaned like a whore around Rick's cock as it plunged in and out the entire time. I heard his phone ring. "Hey Kels." "Yeah I miss you too." "Yeah, she's here right now. I'd put her on, but she has her mouth full of Rick right now." Laughter. "I know, you wouldn't even know he has ten inches by the way she takes it. The girl is an absolute natural cocksucker." "Yeah, okay." "Hey listen for a second, I'm fingering her right now, she is sopping wet, but her pussy is really tight." "Yeah, I know what I said..." "Come on Kelsey, just one time, I swear the bitch is like a virgin almost." "Okay, you know I love you." Laughter. "You are a twisted bitch. I knew I loved you for some reason." "Well, yeah that too of course." "Okay, I swear, I'm not going to fuck her pussy." "Fine, not her ass either." "I love you too babe, enjoy the golf." "What?" "Oh come on Kels, it's like a two hour drive." "You know I will if you put your ass in the deal." Laughter again. "Can I watch?" "Yeah, I guess that would be weird." "Okay babe, I'll get mine on the drive up." "You sure? You don't usually like it." Laughter again. "Yeah, I thought so. Such a prude." "Okay, okay, give me three hours." "Well yeah, Rick hasn't cum yet and she's naked." "Okay babe. You going to get us a hotel room or are we crashing at your parents' place?" "Whatever, it doesn't matter to me, my balls will be empty when I get there." Laughter. "Okay, okay. Lighten up." "Yep, under control as planned." "She can still hear me dumb ass, he isn't fucking her ears." "Alright, just a sec." "Guys, don't let me come back and find any of you assholes have fucked her. Her pussy and ass belong to Kelsey. You can finger her a little, but if she cums you are in deep shit. Rick, you better move it along, Jess and I are going on a ride when you are done and we need to leave soon." "I can't put her on right now Kels, she has her head upside down over the edge of the bar and Rick is steady fucking her mouth." "Okay, I'm on my way upstairs now" And the sound of Jake's voice was gone. Where the hell was he planning to take me and what was that cryptic crap about under control as planned? I was pulled out of my speculations by Rick. "Okay Jess, I'm going to cum a lot. Do you want to taste it or do you want me to just send it down your throat?" "plbbblll" No way I could talk with this monster in my mouth. "Okay, I'll choose for you." Rick laughed. I felt a finger back in my pussy. "Damn Jake wasn't lying, for a slut, she is tight as hell." I moaned around Rick's cock again as my pussy was fingered, in and out with the rhythm of Rick's cock sliding in and out of my gullet. I was getting closer and closer to cumming on that finger when Rick's cock drove deep down my throat and I felt it widening there. He was cumming right down inside me. I felt the hot squirts down deep inside me as his balls emptied their contents there. It was a lot and I was actually happy he had decided not to put it in my mouth because I didn't think I could hold the copious contents inside. I lost count after the first five strong squirts shot down towards by stomach and he finally did grace my mouth with the last few, weaker releases, that still left me with a nearly full mouth of his cum. "That was fucking fantastic Jessica. I have to say, not many girls have ever been able to take me that deep in their mouth. You were great." He leaned over and kissed my forehead as he popped his cock head out of my closed lips. I just swallowed what was in my mouth and smiled at his praise. "Come on Jessica, we got to go." Jake yelled down the stairs. I pushed the hand away from my pussy and sat up. They were all there. All eight of the guys from upstairs plus Rick. I felt so cheap suddenly. I hopped down off the bar and did the walk of shame in search of my clothes. I couldn't find them, not even my shoes. "Jake took your clothes up with him." One of the guys told me finally, when they had their fill of watching me looking around for my clothes. "Oh, well..." I had no idea how to save face in light of what I had just done in front of them all, so I just walked past them and brushed their hands away when they went to cop a feel. I turned at the stairs, beet red I'm sure. "Thanks Rick... I umm... I'll see you." And I ran upstairs before I said anything even more stupid. Jake had my clothes in his arms. He tossed me my coat and I put it on the chair and held out my hand for my clothes. "No time, just put on the coat and you can get dressed in the car." "Come on Jake, it will only take a minute." I pleaded. It fell on deaf ears. "Get your coat on or I'll take you out naked." He warned and so I yanked my coat on and walked barefoot behind him. We got in his car and he tossed my clothes in the back seat. I went to climb in back. "Just put them on later. We have two hours in the car and I want your mouth on my dick the whole time. I don't want to cum on your clothes, it will be better this way." "Jake, you are so classy." I said with contempt, if he got my sarcasm, he didn't show it. He took me to my dorm to get my phone and the box left for me by Kelsey and to lock up before we left. He told me not to open the box, because of the change of plans, Kelsey wanted to see the look on my eyes when I opened it. By the time we were on the highway, his dick was buried in my mouth and I was sucking away. He didn't last long the first time. The second time he came was another half hour down the road. An hour later, I had drained his balls once again and he seemed satisfied. "Go ahead and climb in back and get dressed, I think I'm good for awhile." He told me. I felt about as used as I had ever felt since I had the misfortune of meeting Jake and Kelsey. True, there were times that I felt really good about the whole thing. During these sexual acts, in spite of the humiliation I that was lobbed upon me, I often felt sexually heightened. It felt good to be so desirable. My sexual history in high school had been pretty much giving blowjobs anyway, so this wasn't new to me. I had never orally serviced so many guys before in a single venue. I had never blown more than five guys in a single day for certain. I did have a bit of a reputation for my blowjobs in high school, which began in middle school when I first learned what one was. I never considered myself a slut. I don't know if other people did, but I didn't get a reputation for being one. I never cheated on any of my boyfriends. To date, I had sex maybe fifty times, this being actual sex, not oral sex. It had only been with two different guys, well, and some of their friends but only while they were there and consenting to it. The two guys had dated me for at least a month of me blowing them for their satisfaction before I gave in what I considered the ultimate prize. Like most girls, the first time was terrifying. It was painful. My partner was more experienced than me, but had never broken a cherry before so he didn't know how to do it properly. I'm actually not sure there is a way to do it properly, but I have heard some girls say that while painful, their first times had been much more enjoyable than mine had been. It was probably the third or fourth time of having intercourse before I had my first orgasm. It was a delightful feeling, where my body tingled from head to toe and I thought I would die of pleasure. I didn't, of course. And, after that experience in the back seat of a car, I enjoyed many more orgasms. Like I said, it had only been about a half dozen guys that had enjoyed that pleasure from me. They were all quite average and entirely satisfactory in the penis department. None were overly popular, neither was I. I was a straight A introvert. I never let my relationships interfere with my scholastic path. I never let my boyfriends detract from my home life or from my friendships with the girls and boys who were in my circle of geeks. It is odd that when I had a boyfriend, other guys would seem to be more interested in me. Guys are dogs. On more than one occasion, I ended up breaking up with a guy I was dating because his buddies would hit on me relentlessly and the boyfriend at the time would end up taking their side, like I was a trouble making bitch or something. Don't get me wrong. I loved each of my boyfriends in a way. I would have done almost anything for them. I never considered myself hot. I didn't think I was ugly. But, given the smallness of my height and breasts, I was rarely looked at beyond a cute girl. I didn't wear sexy clothes. In fact, I often tried to cover my lack of breasts in heavier clothing than was necessary, even in the spring and early fall. At present, I was naked in the back seat. Fumbling about with my clothes and pulling them onto my body, eager to hide its meager offerings from Jake's view in the rear view mirror. It did not take more than ten minutes and I found myself back in the front seat, buckled in and fully dressed when we finally pulled into a country club gate. Jake wasn't much of a talker. I knew Kelsey had been playing golf, which I thought crazy in this cold weather, but apparently she played year round. There was a security attendant at the gate and Jake just smiled and greeted him and he let us through. When we pulled around a wide twisting drive, I took note of the sloping hills of the golf course out my window. But nothing could have prepared me for the site of the club house. It was like a mansion. The stairs to the entry were stone. There were stone pillars going up three stories on the front porch and the doors were even huge. We drove by to a large parking lot full of BMWs, a few limousines, and some of the sweetest looking sports cars I had ever seen in person. He parked his car and we got out. "Jake, please just be nice." I asked. I didn't have my whiny voice on, but I didn't want him to introduce me to new people like some kind of a slut. Jake laughed. "Jessica, you goofy slut, I will treat you how I want to treat you. But, don't worry, these people are a bit higher in the social ladder than my frat buddies. I will approach your whorish ways with decorum." I frowned and grabbed his arm. He almost yanked it away, but he allowed himself to be turned to face me. I looked into his eyes and pleaded for a moment. "Jake, I know I have acted like it for the last couple days, but I'm really not a slut. I don't ... this is very out of character for me and I think I need to stop it now. So, please, at least in public for now, give me some respect. You know I'm going to suck your dick for the next two days anyway. I'll make it much better for you if you can give me some respect." He studied me for a minute, smiling and not terribly unpleasantly. "I'll try." He winked. It was the best I could hope for I guess. We walked into the front doors and there was a receptionist there at the desk. The foyer was absolutely breathtaking. The marble floors, the dual staircases curving around the outer walls, the high ceiling with a glass roof. And there at the side was a large desk, like a security agents desk. She was a very pretty woman, I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. She was dressed in a uniform of a navy blue skirt and jacket with a pink button up blouse and a short blue tie. "Good afternoon Mr. Kingsly." "Good afternoon Chloe. This is Kelsey's friend Jessica, she'll be joining us for dinner today. If you could prep her, I have to go change. She doesn't have any other clothes, so get her as appropriate as possible. Charge it to Kelsey, she gave the go ahead. You going to be around tonight or is your husband claiming you this evening." "Oh Jake, don't be a flirt. My husband claims me EVERY evening, you know that." "Can't blame a guy for trying." Jake smiled. "You'd think a guy would give up after a year or two." Chloe smiled at him. Then she turned to me and frowned slightly as Jake exited the lobby through a door to the back. "Well, we have our work cut out for us don't we?" She asked with a look of disgust on her face as she addressed me for the first time. "Don't worry, it's not the first time Jake or Kelsey brought one of their college friends in for a visit, we'll set you straight." She checked a book on her desk, then her computer, then picked up the phone. "Janet, I need a makeover for a 5 pm dinner." "Yeah, better bring the crew, she looks like she just got rode hard." Laughter. "No, it isn't that bad." "She's cute." Chloe turned to look me in the eye. "Open the coat Jessica." I was nearly in tears at the way this receptionist was talking about me, but I opened my coat. Chloe laughed. "Yeah, full wardrobe, hair, makeup, I told you a full makeover." "Yes by five it is for Miss Mason." "Janet, that is your call, I have passed the ball and it is in your court now." "Don't be angry at me, I just work here." "You know I'd love to help, but I can't very well work the desk and help you at the same time." "Janet, I..." Chloe was obviously cut off. "Fine, send your idiot shampoo girl and if she screws up, I'm putting it on you." "I thought so. Now, just come take her away before anyone comes into the lobby and sees her." I closed my coat up and sunk back against a wall at this. Was I that embarrassing? I looked down at my clothes. I mean, I'm no model, but I didn't think I looked that bad really. She made me feel hideous. "And that is why they pay you the big dollars, now come work your miracle." "I'm hanging up now, the clock is ticking." Laughter and Chloe hung up. "Sorry, that probably put you off a bit. Don't take it personally, it is what Janet needs to hear so she feels better about her miracles." Chloe addressed me once again. I guess I looked like I was ready to burst into tears and run away. "Easy, Jessica, you look lovely. I suppose as per usual young Jake did not prep you at all on where you were going today. You will need an evening gown and to have your hair done and we have less than an hour to do about three hours of work. Just do what Janet tells you and she will have you looking like an actress in time for your dinner. Now, just go with it, you are in the door now and are going to meet some of the richest and most powerful people in Virginia. Be charming, hold your head up at all times. They don't know who you are or where you are from." "Act like you belong here and they will treat you that way. Act like a timid little mouse and they will step on you. Now, get your chin up. Higher." I lifted my chin, twice. "Good, keep it up. Look everyone in the eye when they are talking. Pretend to be the most impressive person you've ever wanted to be. Don't talk a lot, never tell any stories about your past, it will give you away. Just be charming and talk about the future and you might meet your future husband tonight. You following me?" "I ... I think I should go home. I'm not ready for this." I was about to cry. "It is your option of course. I can get you a cab. But, let me tell you something Jessica. Life is full of opportunities if you don't miss them. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. You have been invited to THE club. The annual dues here are fifty thousand dollars a year and include nothing. Are you following me?" I gulped. I never really had aspirations to be rich. It wasn't an expectation of mine or even a dream really. "I don't think I can ... I just don't think I belong here." Chloe laughed. "Jessica, I didn't belong here, I promise you. But I do now." She got up and walked over to me and took my coat. She then gave me a hug. "You can do this. You SHOULD do this. You will regret it for the rest of your life if you leave now, believe me." Then she returned to her desk and a gorgeous woman burst through the door. "Oh my God Chloe! This is her?! I need more time." I guessed this was Janet. "Up to you, dinner is at five, I'm washing my hands of it now." Chloe grinned and gave me a wink. "Well come on girl, don't just stand there." Janet grabbed my hand and practically drug me through the door to a hallway. "I..." I'm not even sure what I wanted to say, but she cut me off anyway. "Don't care, don't want to know, don't get paid for small talk." Janet said brusquely. "What I do need to know, is whether this is your natural hair color." "Y-yes." I stuttered. "Your eyes? Are you wearing color contacts?" "No, these are my eyes." I said, still being drug down the hall. "Good, they have a very workable hue." Janet gave me my first 'compliment' of very few to come. She yanked me into a door where two other women were waiting. They wore uniform black skirts and green silk blouses. "We have zero time ladies, get her undressed, measure her, clean that garbage off her face and fingers and get me some 37 on her toes and fingers, primrose on her lips, blend in some emerald 18 on the lids, very light on the base and just a dab of pink on the rouge. I want the hair curled. Where the hell is Alice?" My clothes were being taken off carefully, but quickly and I blushed profusely when they soon discovered I had no underwear on. "She is in the back prepping Miss." One of my assaulters told her. I was soon naked and shoved into a chair. One of the girls was at my feet and I turned bright red when she gave the air a sniff and smirked at me. I must have smelled ripe. They never said anything though. They gave me looks. But they never said anything demeaning to me at all. Well, they asked me my sizes. Then they measured to get the correct sizes and told me that I was wrong. I don't think I ever stopped blushing, being naked in a chair while they fussed about my body. They stripped my nail polish. They roughly shampooed my hair. They practically sanded the bottoms of my feet. They shoved my hands and feet into slimy conditioners. They dyed and without asking me what I wanted at all, they styled my hair. They even cut and shaved around my pubic area, in spite of my complaints, which were constantly disregarded with a shushing sound. I must have heard, "We know what we are doing, just stop fidgeting and do as you are told." I cried a little when they shaved my vagina. It was very humiliating, but not nearly as bad as when they douched me to get me 'smelling fresher'. They shaved inside my butt cheeks. They waxed me in various places, including between my eyebrows. I was plucked, polished, pushed, pulled and just moved like an inanimate object as they went about their work. Four against one, I didn't stand much of a chance. "Now, you need to knock off this silly crying, I need to do your makeup." One of the girls said calmly, but authoritatively. She wiped my eyes and I blew my nose and I stopped. The worst part was over anyway I guess. Nobody was near my private areas anymore. Finally, they got me up from the chair and started to dress me. No bra, there was no need anyway with my small breasts, and the dress they put me in would have precluded its use anyway. They did give me a thong to wear under the dress, ensuring me that anything more would leave terrible lines. I hadn't seen much of what they had done to me this entire time. I could see that my nails were pretty and of course had seen the devastating work they did to my pubic region. Before I stood, my feet were strapped into some open toe black heels, about three inches tall. I had worn heels before, they evened out my height a bit. The point being, I was comfortable walking in heels. The thong was pulled up over my hips and the dress up right behind it. It was very tight and the back was open with a clasp behind my neck to hold the separate pieces of cloth that encased each of my breasts before meeting just below them and then leaving an open circle of flesh visible between there and below my belly button. The gown was long, coming to my heels, with a slit up the right side to the bottom of my hip, allowing it to expose a long expanse of leg and thigh if it were pushed one way or the other. The design was such that it encased my ass like a glove. It felt absolutely scandalous, but the look of it was actually quite elegant. When I was finally adjusted into it properly, with much tugging at my breasts to get them in just the right place, I was turned to look into the full length mirror for the first time since this all began. I could not recognize myself at all. My mouth went open and I looked at myself for a long time, my eyes going from feet to hair and back down again, slowly taking in the unbelievably beautiful woman that could not really be me. I started to fan my face, tears were pending. Janet stood behind me smiling. "No don't mess up that makeup." She handed me a soft cloth to blot my eyes. "Thank you." I couldn't smile, I was astonished. "We are two minutes late, you really must go out there now." Janet smiled widely. I guess my reaction was her payoff. Well, that and probably a nice paycheck. "Be sure to hold your head up high and walk smoothly. Don't over pronounce the sway, but do bring your feet nearly in front of each other as you walk. A lot of eyes will be on you, it will be a splendid entrance. Just keep smiling and briefly meet as many eyes as you can. Miss Mason will be towards the center of the room, slightly to your right. Look as though you know her table, don't ask." While Janet was giving me instructions, she was guiding me down the hall towards what I assumed was the Dining Room of the club. "At her table will be Mr. Kingsly, Mr. Mason, Mrs. Mason, Miss Bevins and Miss Devincent. I don't know if you know them all, but expect the introductions regardless. Do not take your seat, the only empty one, until the men stand and the waiter pulls out your chair. Be charming. Answer questions as you wish, but keep your answers short and hold back some mystery, don't be an open book." "Hold your head very high all night. Do not look down, there is nothing interesting about your shoes. Look people in the eye. Smile, keep a smile at all times. Be gracious and remember names at all costs. You will meet some of the most influential people in the world tonight. Well, at least in Virginia, it is the holiday after all. Be one of them, you are in the door, what you do now is up to you." I was fanning my face again. I felt so hot and overwhelmed. Janet took my shoulders and turned me to face her. She was beaming. "God, I'm good. Jessica, it is your time. Everyone has their time in life. This one is yours, take this opportunity, don't waste it. You were handed a ladder and the top shelf is within your reach. Don't be afraid of it." I must have looked like a fish out of water. "Take a deep breath and hold it." I did. "Now, when that breath leaves your mouth, you are not Jessica anymore. You are Miss... Well, whatever your last name is. You are whoever you dreamt of being as a girl. Now, think of who that is, exhale and make your future." One final smile and she turned me back to the door. I let my breath out and lifted my chin and the doors opened in front of me after a soft knock by Janet. Panic would be an understatement for what I hid beneath the façade of my smiling face. In spite of the holidays, the Dining Room was relatively packed with people. All the men wore jackets and ties. All the women wore gowns, most seemed less tight and revealing than mine, but I suppose there was a point being made here by Kelsey tonight and I was going to garner attention for whatever purpose that might be. The dining room, and I would later learn, occasional ballroom, was magnificent as the rest of the building. The ceiling went up for ages and was rounded. Beautiful, ornate glass adorned the walls all the way up to the top, where the rounded ceiling met the flat wall to the back of the room. There were burgundy curtains that must have been two stories high pulled out to the left and right of the curved back wall that looked out onto the golf course. The floor was so shiny, it gleamed from every shining light of each of the chandeliers. The tables were decorated mahogany, dark and beautiful, though I had no time to take all the details in at this moment, for I was being looked at by at least half of the people in this place and I was eager to get out of the lime light. I tried to remember all of Janet's instructions. I kept my head high and made eye contact, though very brief with anyone who turned to gaze at me. I took small steps, nearly crossing my feet in front of me with each step. I knew this gave an exaggerated swing to my ass, but I did make a conscious effort not to overdo it. I kept a smile sewn to my lips and held my hands to my sides, though the urge was there to grip them together. I had a sudden urge to use the ladies room or bolt this place in tears, but I fought them back and made the journey towards the center of this massive gathering of the wealthy. I spotted Kelsey almost immediately, while getting a quick gauge of the room, but I did not maintain my focus on her. I engaged each table I passed with a smile and short eye contact. I knew nobody. But I acted like I knew them all. I never felt superior to any of them, I knew I was far beneath them on the social ladder, but I played their game nonetheless and pretended to be one of them if only for a couple of hours. I thought I might hyperventilate by the time I made it through the throng to Kelsey's table. When my eyes left the table just to the left, I caught her smiling at me. She actually looked surprised. I kind of liked that and I smiled quite authentically at her. I waited at my chair until it was pulled back and Jake and Kelsey's dad stood and greeted me. Jake was being charming, I'm quite sure for his audience and not for my benefit. He was in a tuxedo, as was Kelsey's father. Kelsey's father was an attractive man in, I'd guess, his late-forties. He looked very professional and I'd guess he played football in his younger years based upon his frame. He took my hand in his and kissed the top of it and I blushed at an act that seemed from another world, a fairy tale world in which I did not belong. "It's a pleasure to meet you Jessica, Kelsey told me you were a beautiful young woman, but she was remiss in her description, you are absolutely stunning." Mr. Mason told me. I blushed. "Flattery like that will certainly assure that I remember meeting you for a long time Mr. Mason." I smiled sincerely. "Please call me Seth." He maneuvered himself to my side and his hand touched my lower back in a friendly way, not creepy. "This is my wife Jenny." He motioned to her and at that point she stood and shook my hand. It was a polite gesture, with a slight touch of condescension I noted, but I smiled sweetly just the same and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Of course you know Jake and Kelsey. These are Kelsey's closest friends, Brianna and Sade" I shook each girls' hand in turn. They were both breathtakingly beautiful, though not prettier than Kelsey. I recognized Brianna from school, but Sade was new to me. After the introductions, I sat and Seth pushed in my chair behind me before taking his own seat next to his wife. "Kelsey tells us that you are an English major Jessica." Seth began what I assumed would be an evening of polite conversation as I drew my linen napkin into my lap and reached for my glass of water. I heard a slight giggle to the left and noticed Brianna and Sade smirking. Before I could turn red from the slight, I re-engaged my eyes on Kelsey's father. "Yes, I'm in my first year, so I haven't had any of the more exciting classes yet." I answered. "English and exciting, my you are sure to be a great lawyer some day." Seth smiled. I was confused a moment, but I caught myself, hopefully before the look spread to my face. "Oh, I don't aspire to be an attorney Seth, I plan to teach English while writing novels." Another giggle to the side and I completely ignored it this time. "What a fine teacher you will be." Seth smiled. "I'm sure you hold your student's attention well." "Oh, of that I have no doubt." Jake added. I looked at his smirky grin and just fought the urge to childishly stick my tongue out at him. "Well, I find the English language to be exciting, I hope I can convey my love for it to my students." I smiled, ignoring the fidgeting to my left. "As evenings dew does cascade down, the roses sweet to fertile ground, and all the world begins to wake, around that drop the earth partakes, and springtime sun then does arise, to fill the leaving winter skies, and kiss that drop upon the dirt, to fill the world with newborn mirth, then I the sleep still in my eyes, from my warm bed do rise, and gaze upon the springtime bed, of future roses just now bred, I know that with each passing day, more drops of dew will fall that way, and every time the sun does rise, to kiss the earth from fiery skies, another vine will climb to that kiss, another rose for summer's bliss, and I a meek and humble maid, shall reap the pleasure of each day." I stopped as I had engaged not only my table, but those around me with the nonsense of the poem that really had no meaning except to stop the stupid giggles to my left. I smiled and looked at the audience briefly. "Sorry, I'm not sure what came over me." "Not at all, I'd love to hear the rest of it." Seth smiled. "Who is the author?" I laughed softly, as melodically as I could manage. "I wrote it when I was twelve, in innocent times when flowers were more important to me than they are now." Seth's eyes widened. The sound to the left was a deep exhale of frustration now. I smiled and took another sip of my water. I heard slight murmurs spread at the tables closest to us and felt giddy. "Well then Jessica, I shall look forward to reading your first novel, in shorter order than I would have expected." Seth grinned. "I will see to it that it is delivered to your door before it is available for purchase Mr. Mason." I returned his grin. "Kelsey, you definitely short sold your new friend." Mrs. Mason added. "She is full of surprises." Kelsey replied, smiling at me brightly and giving me an almost unperceivable nod. "I feel disadvantaged." I admitted. "I know absolutely nothing about you Seth." I got the impression that this man was my ally now. This was, after all, a battle. I was the new pawn in this game and I had to make my alliances quick or I would be destroyed. I gathered that quick enough. I may be from a very humble background, but I read books and had an inkling as to how the game was played. And that was just the introduction I needed to buy myself some time to survey the battlefield. While Seth went on about his business, not really a matter of interest to me, though I did pay rapt attention, I noticed the others at the table did not, surely they had heard this self-indulgence before. Kelsey's friends were my enemies. That was obvious from the start. I had no chance to sway them. Jake and Kelsey would have to be friends since they brought me here, even if it were for self-serving motives. That left Mrs. Mason. If I could sway her, I was in. I had won. This was a gutsy move, but as Mr. Mason was telling me about his third acquisition of a multi-million dollar conglomerate, I interrupted. I held my hand up politely to invite him to stop and turned to Jenny, "That is a very interesting pendant Mrs. Mason, where did you get it?" Seth looked put off from the interruption for a moment. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Then his eyes rounded the table and I swear I heard him chuckle. He was no novice to the game and knew exactly what I was doing and I think he applauded my effort. Well, Jenny, or Mrs. Mason, had no qualms about telling the story of this very expensive pendant on her neck, that had been given to her grandmother by a dignitary from Russia. And the battle was won that fast. I had four allies against two enemies and the table was mine for the rest of the night. I won't go into the conversation. For the most part it was boring, though I acted like it was the most exciting and interesting discussion of my life. Of note, both Mr. and Mrs. Mason were not first generation wealth. They each came from generations of wealth in this country and if I had to make a guess, Jenny had more wealth in her family and intended to keep it that way. She probably had the better contacts of the two, Seth concentrating more on contacts of wealth and Jenny on contacts of power. She seemed to know a few politicians by first name, but was not a name dropper by any means. I also noticed that others were eavesdropping on our conversation, which never lulled. Also, of note, Kelsey's friends rarely participated in any of the discussion, in fact they seemed to engage in a side conversation of their own, where they failed repeatedly to keep Kelsey's attention with them instead of with me, her parents and Jake. Dinner was fantastic. Plates arrived, and were taken away to be replaced with more plates. Everything was delicious and I was sure to leave something on each one to be taken away. Like I said, I read a lot. I have never been to a country club, or even a course meal above an appetizer and dinner, but I have read many books on etiquette and how the rich behave, so I did not come off as socially inept. Somewhere between the third course and the fourth, I excused myself to the ladies room and Kelsey joined me. When Kelsey offered to accompany me, Brianna and Sade did likewise and the four of us went together to the rest room. I followed Kelsey since I had no idea where it was. Once safely inside and noting a lack of closed doors, Kelsey took my hand and pulled me into a large stall with her. This was not your typical rest room. There was a couch, some quite ornate sinks, linen hand towels and a woman dressed to the nines with a collection of hand lotions, perfumes, nail polishes and makeup. The stall actually had a loveseat inside it, and at Kelsey's direction I took a seat. She lifted her dress and did her business. I heard Brianna and Sade in the next stall, whispering to one another in hushed tones that I was obviously not intended to hear. "You are doing very well Jess." Kelsey gleamed at me. "Here I thought you would just embarrass yourself and get all horny in the process, but you have surprised me. That doesn't happen often." I blushed at the compliment. "So, what is your plan now?" I asked, a little concerned that she might be devising some other way to humiliate me. "Oh, I haven't one. You will come to my room after dinner and we will talk a bit there. Jake and I are in room 53 in case we don't leave together. One question, are you wearing any underwear?" She flushed and stood up and let her dress fall after pulling up her panties. "I..." Damnit, caught again. "They put them on me. I wasn't wearing any when I got here." I whispered. Apparently, my whisper was too loud because I heard giggling from Brianna and Sade in the next stall. "Well, that is three punishments you have earned so far. Go ahead, hand them to me." She smiled and waited for me to reach under my dress and pull them off. I handed the tiny thong to her and she tucked it into her purse. "Your turn." I lifted my dress and peed. Nothing long or exciting about it. We exited the stall together and washed our hands and each got a soft spray of perfume on our chests. Kelsey tipped the girl a five dollar bill and we left with Brianna and Sade right behind us. When the brandy was served behind dessert, I declined. I wasn't old enough anyway, and my experience with alcohol was to keep it to the two glasses of wine I had sipped over the one and a half hour dinner. "I was wondering," Seth imposed, "if you would enchant us with another of your poems before we end this, which I confess to be one of the most delightful evenings I can remember." I looked at the eyes around the table, wondering where to go with this open invitation. I noticed other eyes paying rapt attention as Seth had not been quiet in his request. In fact, I believe he had been intentionally loud enough to gain the ears of the surrounding tables. I smiled widely and then showed my teeth as my lips curled upward, like the Cheshire cat. "It's a bit racy, but I believe you can handle it, Jenny?" I looked to his wife. She almost seemed to blush for a moment. She giggled, "I am quite sure I can handle it dear, there isn't any vulgar language I trust?" "None whatsoever." I smiled. "I call this The Joust." "How Elizabethan." Jenny said. "Oh very." I grinned. I wasn't entirely sure how this would be received, but I cleared my throat and with a crisp voice, delivered from the diaphragm, I proceeded. I am the queen of a castle true, Of lands that no king ever knew, Inside my walls a treasure lies, Beyond compare to any eyes, I guard my treasure and guard it well, Many have tried, many have failed, My doors are strong and locked up tight, From those pursuers of the night, Over lands diverse and countries far, My treasure was desired by all, I wished not to keep it to myself, But would not throw it upon a shelf, For any to come and partake, My treasure was my greatest stake, I sought a knight, both brave and strong, Of broadened chest, of height quite long, The streets were filled with applicants, But for me there could be no supplements, For if my knight could not stand tall, Without an additive at all, I knew that he could never be, A Knight that stood truly for me, I found them here I found them there, I found new knights everywhere, But none could stand the iron test, To prove their love for me was best, They boasted and they swelled with pride, Yelling at my walls to come inside, But I'd not yield my principles, And to me the suitors all were dull, They swore that they were of the height, And girth to claim this maiden bright, They gave me begs and gave me pleads, But what knight would ever bend his knee? The knight I sought would never bow, Would never lie, would never cowl, And so I went from land to land, To find MY knight, an honest man, My search seemed to be all for naught, Not one met up to what I sought, And so I kissed them and bid them well, But of my treasure they could but smell, And then one day I found a treat, A knight at last who may have beat, My high demands for near perfection, Shoulders wide, stance of erection, I kissed the knight again and again, Would he at last be the one to get in? Finally, I permitted him a chance, To give my treasure a fleeting glance, He did not beg and his eyes they saw, The prize that left his mind in awe, I would not permit him yet to touch, Lest he should think I cared not much, For the treasure I guarded in my walls, The one for which so many called, I kissed the knight on many a night, My tongues caress kept him from flight, I knew he longed my treasure more, Than kisses though they kept me pure, Alas, perhaps the time had come, This knight might be my true my one, I finally arranged a joust, A chance to enter my guarded house, Should knight be brave and strong enough, Untold riches he could engulf, I cared enough to give the chance, Within my sacred halls to dance, But first the knight must prove his worth, And claim the rights of noble birth, I measured him both tall and wide, Should he continue deep inside, The walls where treasure taunts and calls, To knights, please come inside my halls, He charged with fury and I did block, Too fast he charged, that loathsome sot, He backed, assessed and charged again, Only my wall to dent with pain, I told him no, his chance was lost, He refused to go, he'd pay the cost, Again he charged though I did flinch, He missed the door by just an inch, Again he battered on my door, I wept and cried to him no more, I'd let him get to far he cried, He'd open my doors and pry them wide, He sent a pawn, just one of ten, To test the door to let him in, I tried my best to crawl away, Bade him to joust another day, But still he would not be denied, From treasure sweet he saw inside, He lined himself against the door, My resistance soon would be no more, He broke my guardian down at last, I screamed in pain, walls broke like glass, The knight inside my treasured gate, Plundered wildly in my broken state, No longer would I be able to defend, Most any knight from coming in, My castle wall a thing now past, My knight came in but did not last, He took the treasure he desired, Left me with a kiss and then retired, He came after that repeatedly, My treasure tasting easily, He brought a friend and then two more, To carry the treasures from my hoarde, And now I am a wiser lass, A queen no more, that time has passed, I know my treasure is the goal, And one few knights will ever know Mrs. Mason looked flushed. Mr. Mason was grinning lasciviously. Kelsey was smiling with sincerely admiration and approval. Jake had his usual cocky smile. Brianna and Sade looked bored, but also confused at the rapt attention I had not only of our table, but of the two to three tables deep all around us. I blushed and demurely took a sip of my water. Mr. Mason finally broke the moments of silence. "You are quite the talented author." He commended me. "And a very alluring narrator. Have you ever read the works of other authors for an audience?" I giggled softly. "Well, I did used to read to an occasional unappreciative audience, but I think they had their minds on other things when I was trying to divert them with poetry." Seth laughed loudly. "I can't imagine them not desiring your treasure even more after hearing your poems." I laughed softly. "I believe I'll have another glass of wine." Jennifer smiled. "I like the one with the dew on the roses better." Jake smirked at me. "Me too Jake." I smiled. "Would you care to join me for a cigar?" Mr. Mason offered to me as he prepared to excuse himself from the table. "Seth, honestly." Mrs. Mason admonished her husband. "You'll have to excuse my husband, he is on an eternal quest for a woman who enjoys a cigar as much as he does. It seems the conversation is far less satisfying to him without a pretty face." I looked to Kelsey for a hint, but she just smiled waiting to see what I would do. "Well, with your permission of course Mrs. Mason, I would love to see what the club humidor has to offer." Mrs. Mason gasped softly, but she was feigning it. "By all means dear, just don't let them bore you too much with their tales of world domination." I leaned forward conspiratorially, "If the world is ever dominated by one person, it will surely be a woman. We are much better organized, we can multi-task, and we have everything the men really want anyway." Seth laughed louder than ever. "Good Lord Jenny, have you been brain washing this girl?" Jake stood and pulled out my chair for me. I stood and smiled at him. He just shook his head in apparent amazement at my nerve. When I had stood, he smiled at Mr. Mason. "May I join you Seth?" Seth smiled widely and gazed over to his daughter. "Not tonight Jake, I wouldn't want to detract from your quality time that my daughter claims she is not getting in sufficient quantities." Then he chuckled to me. "Was that poetic enough Jessica?" "I should be surprised to find that a few of those in attendance tonight are not continuing to decipher the meaning behind your melodic words long after we have vacated the grace of their countenance." And I offered him my hand, which he graciously took with a laugh, looking briefly at Brianna and Sade as they whispered amongst themselves. "Jenny, I will be out shortly." He acknowledged his wife as he excused himself and me from the table. I followed his lead towards a back room where I assumed the cigars were kept for the club members. On the way, Seth introduced me to a few gentlemen. Each one of them rose from his chair, kissed my hand and made me feel every bit the princess dignitary from a foreign land. I met a member of the House of Representatives, a doctor, an attorney who has represented Seth's family in the past and a power broker, though of course he did not introduce himself as such. I was particularly interested in them all, of course. When we entered the solid doors in the back of the club, Seth continued to lead me down the hall to a set of double doors. "Kelsey told us precious little about you. I don't think she knows you very well does she?" He asked when we were alone in the hall. "No, we only met formally a couple of days ago." I smiled. "How did you meet?" He asked. I saw a look of distrust in his eye. It was the first time I had seen it from him and I guess I could understand it. "She actually introduced herself and Jake to my boyfriend and I at a party. It was not an elegant affair by any stretch of the imagination. She was feeling ill at the end of the night and I took her back to my dormitory and let her rest there." "So, my daughter got drunk and Jake abandoned her and you took her back to your place to keep her out of trouble? Is that a pretty accurate translation?" He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't angry either. "I..." for the first time since entering the dining room, I felt extremely uncomfortable. "I wouldn't say drunk Sir, perhaps more intoxicated than she should have been in such surroundings. I believe Jake was helping my boyfriend, who had a similar ... illness." I offered. He laughed. "You play the game well Jessica, but be straight with me for a minute. You are way out of your league here aren't you?" I blushed and thought I was going to cry for a second. I fanned my face to prevent a tear that was threatening my eye. "I'm..." I broke off and looked around to be sure we were alone. "Please Mr. Mason, I did not even know where Jake was bringing me until we got here. I have no idea why I am here. I don't know what Kelsey was thinking to be honest." "Easy girl, I'm not accusing you of anything. Well, feeling you out a bit perhaps. You understand, it wouldn't be the first time some 'friend' of Kelsey's turned out to be some leech who is stalking her. I don't have that impression from you though. I think she was hoping to have a bit of fun at your expense with her friends Brianna and Sade. You held your own. You took over the table and the room." "But you know that. The thing is, you did it so well, it raised my suspicions. Your FBI report should be in my room by now." He laughed. "Anything you need to tell me?" My eyes must have widened a bit, I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or angry. "If I have more than a mention, please let me know. I have never seen any background report on myself. But, rest assured, it will be very boring reading." I smiled. "Now, will you be staying the night?" He asked. "I have no idea Sir. I was told nothing, just picked up by Jake and brought here and shoved into this hair and clothes." He laughed. "I will be sure to have a room prepared and someone to bring you clothes in the morning. Do you golf?" "I'm afraid I've only been to a miniature golf course, except one time at the public course, which was an embarrassing experience. Thank you for the offer though." "Nonsense. You will join me at ten and I'll teach you. With your conversational skills, you need to learn the game Jessica. I'm not an idle flatterer and in spite of what my wife said, I have never even offered Jake to join me for a cigar. I'm not saying this to bully you, but to sincerely tell you that you can make it here. You have the introduction and you have the beauty, the language and the poise. If you are interested, I'll teach you. Not just golf, but the more important game." I stepped back for a moment. I studied his face. He wasn't leering at me. Maybe he just wanted to get in my panties, I wasn't sure about that. But, if that was his goal, he surely wouldn't have to put that much on the table to get it. I was quite sure that Seth Mason could buy much finer women than me. "I ... of course, I will accept Seth. I just question your motives. I'm not all that beautiful." I frowned. "You have been listening to the wrong people my dear Jessica." He huffed. "Regardless, of course I have alternative motivations, but they are not what you are thinking. Sex is easy to acquire. Kelsey tells me that you are quite miraculous in a certain talent, but you were simply amazing in there. I would not have invited you to join me for a cigar to get a blowjob." I blushed deep red and he smiled. "What I want is a beautiful woman who can be my assistant. If you have what it takes, and my first inclinations are that you do, I think you and I could benefit one another substantially. In short, I think you could make me a lot of money. I'm pretty good at quick reads, but I'm not one hundred percent accurate." "Thank you for the clarity. And since your motivations are so pure, I'd be glad to use you for social and financial gain." I laughed. He laughed with me, so it was a good conversation. I hooked my arm in his as he lead me to the cigar room. It was smoky inside. There was a bar and a long line of doors in a long humidor. I tried to withhold a gasp, but was quite unsuccessful. Seth walked me through the circles of men who were drinking brandy and puffing their cigars, straight to the bar. The wood was rich mahogany, everywhere. The tables, the chairs, the bars, the shelves, even the humidor. "What will it be Mr. Mason?" The bartender, a middle aged man in a tuxedo asked as we approached. He turned to me, "Shall I order for us Jessica?" I smiled at him. "I'll have a Lairds Apple and an Alec Bradley, unless of course you have an Opus X." The bartender chuckled. "Mr. Mason?" Seth smiled wide. "I'll have the same." The bartender was quick with the snifters and then left for the humidors. "You continue to surprise me Jessica, that is very good." Mr. Mason smiled. "To new friends in a new year." I toasted. "May it be a prosperous one." Seth added. It turned out they did have Opus X and Seth cut mine for me and lit it with a very nice silver lighter he had extracted from his jacket pocket. I didn't really inhale. It wasn't my thing. I just let the smoke flow into my mouth and held the taste for a moment before parting my lips slightly to let the smoke escape. Seth led me to an unoccupied table that overlooked the golf course through large paned windows. We sat. "So, where did you learn about brandy and cigars Jessica?" He asked. "Oh, I read a great deal Seth. However, it was my father who introduced me to cigars on my sixteenth birthday. He isn't a wealthy man, but he has known a few of them across the years. He had an Opus X once with a gentleman that he had worked for at one time. He always told me it was the best cigar he ever had and hoped to have one again before his death bed some day." "In that case, you will take a box with you and give it to him with my gratitude for raising such a divine young lady." He smiled. My eyes widened. I had a rough idea that a box of these cigars would carry a very hefty cost. "I... perhaps one Sir." He laughed. "Never turn down a gift Jessica. And never believe you are worth less than ten times what is offered. My first lesson to you." I felt awkward. I sat and looked at him for a few long seconds. I reached across the table and took his left hand in mine, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Thank you." He shifted for a moment, just the briefest shift and I thought perhaps I am going too far. I gently extracted my hands to end any uncomfortable contact and looked down for the briefest of moments. I dipped my cigar in my brandy and let the smoke enter my mouth again. Seth smiled at me. "You truly are a divine catch. If I were twenty years younger," I interrupted. "Your daughter never would have brought me here and we never would have met." I smiled. "Ahh, good point." He smiled. "Seth!" A slightly older gentleman said as he approached our table with a young man I guessed to be in his late twenties. They were both dressed in tuxedos and looked postured and poised as they approached. "I want another tee time before you leave for the holidays." Mr. Mason stood and I followed him to stand up as well. "Jessica, this is John Winters the third and his son, John Winters the fourth. We often compete on the golf course and our wives often compete in whatever charitable cause they are trying to fund each year. Together, they make a nice bundle of money for a lucky charity." The men laughed heartily and I politely joined. "It's a pleasure to meet you John and John." I laughed softly as I transferred my cigar to my left hand and took each of their hands in turn. "It isn't often we get the pleasure of a woman in this room full of smoke." The elder John said, "And even less often that the woman is so young and attractive." I blushed. "Thank you, I'm quite sure it is their loss." I took a slight puff of my cigar. The elder John was being quite polite while the younger John was practically leering at me and made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the elder John and Seth engaged in a conversation about some deal they were working on together and though I tried to follow their discussion and stay with them, the younger John motioned me back to my chair. "They'll be talking shop for an hour now." He smiled. "I hear you are a bit of a poet." His eyes met mine only occasionally, they seemed more interested in the plunging neckline that revealed my lack of breasts. "I dabble." I smiled, trying to get his eyes back up to mine, but failing miserably. "So, how much would it cost me to take you out next weekend? Will you be around on the twenty-sixth? It's pretty dead around here then and I could use some company." John the fourth asked in a slightly hushed tone. I turned red. I saw red. He was insinuating that I was a prostitute? What the fuck! I took a slight drag off the cigar and blew a smoke ring at him. Well, it was an attempt at a smoke ring, it really just came out as a puff of smoke. "John, I don't know where you got that impression, but it was wrong. Excuse me." I stood up and was pissed that I was going to put out an Opus X without finishing it. But I did. I took it with me. I walked over to Seth and interrupted his conversation with the elder John with a brief squeeze of his hand. "I'm sorry Seth, something isn't sitting right with me." I couldn't help but look back at the younger John who was leering at me. "I believe I am going to retire for the evening." And I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Oh, I'm so sorry Jessica. Please don't go." He followed my brief gaze and caught the young John turning away. "Stay here, I'm sure John won't mind your added charm to our conversation." He smiled. I smiled politely. "I think I need a walk. I'm sorry Seth, I truly am. Thank you so much for a delightful evening." "Well, then see the receptionist, she should have a room ready for you." Seth looked slightly disappointed. "Ten O'clock tomorrow in the lobby, I'll have some clubs ready for you." I had forgotten about the golf lessons in my hurry to leave. "Oh, yes, I will see you then Seth. Very nice to make your acquaintance John." I smiled and let them each kiss my cheek with a fake kiss of my own to each of theirs. Then I left. I walked through the double doors and the tears began to fall. I know it was stupid, but here I had worked my way into the inner sanctum and they thought I was a whore. They thought I had been paid by Seth to make my way back there. They thought I was a perhaps upscale hooker, but a hooker nonetheless. I felt worse at that moment than I had felt after sucking nineteen cocks on that bus. At least there was some pride to being a slut. I don't know, maybe whores get a bad rap. I mean they serve a need right? I guess they make good money doing it. What would the younger John have paid me for a weekend as his... I broke down. I needed a door, somewhere to hide and pull myself back together. I looked for a ladies room, but it was on the other side of the dining hall. I didn't know another way to get there or to the reception desk, so I'd have to walk through that hall, preferably without tears flowing down my cheeks. I peeked through the door to see what or more importantly, who was left to contend with. Most of the people had left and there were a number of waiters and bus boys busily cleaning up from the dinner tables. I figured I should just make a brisk walk for it. I pushed through the doors and strode purposefully for the other side, trying my best to keep my head up, while facing away from the important people at a minimum. I made my way without incident or interruption all the way to the receptionist desk. There was Chloe, still at her post. "Miss Jessica, how delightful to see you again. And may I say that Janet did a splendid... oh dear, what's wrong?" She saw the look on my face finally as I got closer. "Please Chloe, can you get me a cab this late? I don't know how much it will cost, but I have a credit card in my room at the college." I said really, really fast. "What happened Jessica? I heard things were going exceptionally well." Chloe asked. "I just don't belong here Chloe. I tried, I thought it actually even worked for a while, but apparently, my disguise is not good enough." I tried very hard not to cry. "I have instructions to send you to Miss Mason's room. Oh dear, this is a difficult situation. I hope you understand. I have to inform Miss Mason that you are here." And whatever was left of the Jessica, the Countess, was blown away and my shoulders fell forward. I would get no assistance from anyone here. I was a mouse, a whore in the arms of the elite. "But, not this second." She whispered. "So, tell me what happened?" "They think I'm ..." I couldn't say it, I turned my head and cried... and the voice that completed the sentence was not my own, but that of a damaged beast, "a whore." "Oh dear. No, they don't." Chloe came up and wrapped me in a hug. "Oh Jessica, I can assure you that Seth Mason is one of the best judges of character you will ever meet. He would not have indulged someone he thought to be a prostitute with more of his time than absolutely necessary." She indicated the small screens behind her desk that showed views of various rooms, including the dining room and the cigar room. "So, who was it then?" She continued and paused in thought, then gasped as if getting the answer. "John the fourth. It had to be him. Oh Jessica, he's a young cocky idiot. Too much money and no responsibility. Listen to me. And I mean this with all sincerity. You are in. My God, I have never seen anyone get in that fast. Stay here the night. You will feel better in the morning and Mr. Mason will set all things right by the time you meet for golf tomorrow." She took my shoulders and held me at arm length. "This is it Jessica. There is no do over. This is it." And I looked up into her face and nodded through my tears. "Room 53?" She smiled at me. "Yes princess, Room 53. Take the hall to the left and the room will be on your right, facing the golf course." She dabbed my eyes with tissue from her stand and hugged me again before sending me on my way. I walked back, no longer with my chin up, feeling rather miserable, like I would just like to fall into bed and go to sleep. I knocked on the door upon arrival after an uneventful walk. Jake was there, opening the door. His jacket and tie were forgone, but he still wore his tuxedo pants and white shirt. Inside were Kelsey, Brianna and Sade, all three had changed from their evening gowns into silky pajamas. "There's my special girl!" Kelsey squealed and yanked me inside by my wrists and Jake closed the door behind me. "Oh Jessica, baby, you are so full of surprises." She gleamed. "Yeah, yeah, nice poetry, so will she really suck any dick you put in her mouth?" Brianna laughed. Kelsey shook her head. "So short sighted Bri" She smiled at me. I just looked at the ground in embarrassment, but Kelsey grabbed my chin and raised it back up. "No, you deserve to look up today." She said. "Okay, get out of here everyone, I need to be alone with my Jessica." She instructed everyone. "Yes, you too Jake." She added when he made no move. "Aww come on Kelsey, I mean, I could use some tongue action too!" Brianna complained. "See you in the morning Kels" Sade smiled and drug Brianna behind her. Jake gave Kelsey a big kiss goodnight. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He laughed then poked my nose with his fingertip. "Pretty fucking impressive Jess." And he left. And we were alone. "Okay. Soooooo much to talk about tonight huh?" Kelsey said with a big giggle on her lips. She yanked me in and kissed me hard on the lips. "My girl. Such an entrance. So poised and in control. You owned the room tonight." I blushed. "Kelsey..." I started. "Don't talk." She put a finger to my lips. "Okay, first off we need to address some punishments. So, take off your dress." "Please Kelsey, not tonight." I begged. She sighed. "Jessica, I haven't even said what the first punishment is going to be yet. And you are complaining. And still not taking your dress off. I could bring Brianna and Sade back to help. We could tie you and gag you and believe me, Brianna is jealous of you already. She would love to hurt you, and she would hurt you bad. For the sole purpose of hurting you." "Now, me on the other hand, I only inflict pain to perfect a lesson. I can't use humiliation here at the club and for a slut like you humiliation is more of a reward than a punishment. So, Jessica, stop fighting me on every command and take your fucking dress off. Now." She commanded. I pulled it up over my head and folded it neatly and placed it on the edge of the desk in her room. "Now, fetch that wooden hair brush from my vanity and bring it to me." She smiled. She was going to spank me. On my bare ass. With a wooden hair brush. Like an errant child. I knew this. There was no denying what was about to happen. "Kelsey..." I whispered as I picked up the brush. My hand was shaking uncontrollably and my knees threatened to buckle at any moment. "Please don't do this." I begged as the tears began to fall and I walked oh so slowly towards her. She was smiling, looking at my face crying and then darting her eyes down between my legs, but mostly taking in my face. She said nothing, just patted her lap as I continued to walk like a doomed woman to the gallows. And when I arrived, she was only slightly helpful in getting me into position. She wanted me to do it myself. She let her hand brush over my naked back and over my ass. "How many times have you cum since you met me Jessica?" She squeezed my naked ass flesh in her hand and brushed my pussy with a finger. "Twice?" I answered. SMACK! She sliced through the air and I quite literally screamed from the sudden loud sound and pain of the slap of the hairbrush. "Hush! You may whimper, moan, anything under a normal talking decibel. Screaming is absolutely not permitted." Kelsey admonished me. "Now, how many times have you had an orgasm since you met me?" "Three?" I thought. "Umm... wait... no, four. Four times." I answered. "Next time you will know that number like it is your locker combination." SMACK! Came the hairbrush again and this time I grabbed the bed covers and bit down to stop from screaming. Tears of pain washed down my cheeks. "How many orgasms have you given me Jessica?" Kelsey asked. "Two." I answered immediately. "So, that isn't really fair is it? True, you are a slut, but you have had twice as many orgasms as I have had since we met and I'm supposed to be in charge. So, I am going to spank you now Jessica. I'm not going to count, but you are. And you will remember the number forever. Both the number of smacks your ass received the first time I put you over my knee and the accumulating total smacks on your ass for the rest of our lives." Kelsey explained as she rubbed the back of the brush in circles over my ass cheek. "I expect this number to be respectable. I do not like punishing you Jessica. When you obey me, both of our lives will be so much better. Look at this time we are wasting with you lying over my lap, your plump, juicy butt in the air. So many more interesting things we could be doing. But, you have to test the waters, you have to resist me." "Well, reap your reward my love." And it began. I'm not sure what she was using as an indicator of being completed. At a point, I thought perhaps she just would go all night long. She started on my ass and worked down to my upper thighs. Then back up over my ass again and down again and up again and down again. Smack after smack came down on my heating buttocks. Not as hard as the first two smacks, but steady and not gentle. The first two trips she made from the top of my ass to the top third of my thigh were painful enough to make me sob steadily. Upon the third trip round the moon, pardon the lame humor, she swung a bit harder each time. Then harder again the time after that. I was steadily crying. Tears were drenching the bed covers that I bit to keep my sound to a muffled scream or whimper. Seven times she decorated my ass and thighs with her hairbrush, each time harder until at last it was as powerful as those first two had been. My ass felt like it was on fire. I had never in my life been beaten so long or so hard. I would remember this lesson for the rest of my life. One hundred and forty -two times she had struck my ass that night and I would indeed remember that number for the rest of my life. She then just ran a finger over my ass and it burned so badly that even that gentle touch burned. I whimpered. "Now, while you are as sore as you have ever been in your life, I'm assuming, I want you to put your cute little knees on the floor and beg to worship my pussy with your tongue. If you are sincere, I will allow you to undress me and catch me up, that means you will be allowed to taste my perfect vagina until you are able to draw two orgasms from my body." "Try not to be insincere my love, I'd hate to repeat those strokes on your ass again so soon. I'm not sure if you could take it." Kelsey smiled as she traced little circles all around my burning ass cheeks. "On three now. One, Two, Three." Kelsey counted to get me started on the path she desired. And I sank instantly to my knees and placing my hands on her thighs, just above her knees I begged her with the most piteous voice I could muster. "Oh please Kelsey, please let me lick your pussy. Please let me taste it and make you cum." I begged, tears still flowing down my cheeks. I looked up through blurred eyes, was it enough? I couldn't even see her reaction. I kissed her thighs, first left then right. "I so deeply wish to taste the sweet nectar from your flower Kelsey, please open it to me." I heard a giggle. "I like that one. Give me more poetic analogies my little English major slut." Kelsey commanded. I cringed. "Please Kelsey, open your hive to me that I might enjoy your honey." "Mmmm nectar now honey. One more Jessica." She moaned. Was she touching herself? "Please Kelsey, let my lips embrace the cane fields between your thighs that I might lavish my taste buds upon the sweet sugar therein." "Okay." She smiled and spread her thighs. As I said, I couldn't exactly see with the tears welled up in my eyes, so I blinked to let the tears leak down my face. Then, with slightly less blurred vision, I felt my way up her thighs, leading with my hands and following with my lips, kissing my way up. She made approving sounds, but said nothing to encourage or discourage anything I did. When I kissed her softly, she cooed. When I kissed her with a more open mouth and my tongue flickered against her skin, she moaned appreciatively. She did not tell me how to do it, just enjoyed while I discovered her. I was a complete novice at this, so it made sense I suppose, to permit me levity in my exploration of her body. I didn't rush to get to her pussy, nor did she rush me. In fact, I felt as though, if I had rushed to get there, she would have been disappointed. I had only kissed my way to mid- thigh and my fingertips were brushing the bottom of her pajama shorts. "Very nice Jessica. Now, there is a bathroom behind me to the right, go in there and clean your face. I have some make up in the cabinet if you need a little, and I mean a little. Do not come out here looking cheap or I will treat you like I paid for you. When you enter this room again, you will come to me, and worship my entire body as you undress me." "I know this will be weird for you. So, I want you to take your time and discover me. If you try to rush past any area of my body, I will punish you and set you to spending more time on that area than any other. I will tell you when it is time to pleasure me with your mouth. Now go and clean up and I expect no more tears tonight." I rose to my feet and went back to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My face was a mess, but my hair was holding out nicely. I blew my nose several times and used a wash cloth to clean my face. It was puffy and red from crying so much, so I drenched the wash cloth in cold water and held it to my face to reduce the swelling. When that had done the good it was going to do in the presumably short time I had to get presentable, I extracted her make-up and did my face. A bit of foundation all over, very slight blush on my cheeks and an understated lipstick to make my lips slightly pinker than they are. I was naked, of course, so there was no adjustments or primping required to my clothes. I stepped back and critiqued my body for a moment. As I have said before, it was nothing special. My ass was my best feature and that only if you were into a cute heart shaped bubble butt, it was far from Kardashian in nature. However, I had noticed over the years that I seemed to have more attention from boys when I they had a rear view than a front view. My hair was gorgeous at this moment. Normally, it was worn straight to my shoulder blades or pulled into a pony tail to keep it out of my face. Greg appreciated that for an entirely different reason than its real purpose. My face was an overall cute. My eyes are a little too big for my face and the color is the most bland shade of brown you can imagine. My eyebrows need plucking. I don't have a unibrow, but there is definitely some activity in between where eyebrows are supposed to end. My nose is fat. My cheek bones are low. My chin is too small. My teeth are straight thanks to the orthodontist, but only white in the sense of a natural white, not the shiny white of models. And my lips are too fat for my mouth. I'm short. My breasts are nearly non-existent. Well, for three weeks of every four. Yet, my nipples are I guess normal size, so they look enormous on my a-cup breasts. My body, over all, is probably more androgynous than feminine. I shave my legs, of course, but they aren't particularly shapely like Kelsey's. I have hips, but not much of them. And I was about to go naked into her room. Into the room of the most beautiful woman in my entire school, in perhaps the entire state. And I was going to, for the first time ever, perform oral sex on a woman, on this woman, this damnably beautiful woman. I took a very deep breath and held it in for ten seconds before releasing it. And I walked back out of the bathroom to Kelsey. She had dimmed the lights and lit candles around her bed while I was cleaning up. She was so beautiful, lying there on her bed in her silk pajamas. "Very nice Jessica. Come to me, make love to me now." She nearly whispered, but the voice was melodic and heavy with sensual power that made my flesh surge with energy. I slowly climbed onto the bed, kneeling at her feet and staring at her. I was both excited and terrified. She smiled at me, I think very pleased with my uncertainty. "I've never done this either." She assured me. I furrowed my brow in confusion. If she'd never done this before, why were we doing it now? It wasn't like we were in love. I leaned down and slid the bottom of her shirt up just a little bit to expose only an inch of her tan and smooth skin, looking up at her face, she gave me no signal, just smiled and nodded encouragingly. I softly kissed her belly, just above the waistband of her pajama bottoms and to the left of her naval. I looked into her eyes with my lips still pressed against her skin. I flicked my tongue out and tasted her skin. It was Kelsey tasting. I'm not sure how else to describe it, it was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. She smelled of apricot and tasted of Kelsey. I sighed deeply and laid my body down on the bed, propping my head up on my left hand, staring at her and running the finger of my right hand in tiny circles and dipping into her cute little belly button. I smiled at her. "Anything I want?" I asked. Kelsey's eyes rose and she smiled brightly at me. "Anything you want Jessica." I smiled. I laid over her body with half of my own and slid up her body far enough to kiss her on her lips. I started oh so softly and delicately. Just a slight suck of her lower lip. I kept my eyes on hers and let my tongue dance on her lip. Under normal circumstances, with a guy, I would have closed my eyes by now. I wondered if Kelsey would normally close her eyes, if she were kissing Jake right now. I made a mental note to pay attention the next time I saw them kiss. But, for now, in this moment, apparently she was as enraptured by the moment as I was. She was as vested in seeing my reactions as I was in seeing hers. This was like an adventure. I kissed then her upper lips and sucking it softly, I tasted her lipstick with my tongue. Like her body, it smelled of apricot, unlike her body, it tasted slightly of apricot. I would learn that my Kelsey was a perfectionist when it came to coordination. From her clothing to her beauty products, perfumes and shampoos. Every detail that went into and onto her body before she left her private room and entered the realm of her public was rehearsed and proven to provide no conflict whatsoever. I made her giggle next when I kissed the tip of her nose. I then kissed each cheek. One, soft, tongueless kiss upon each lightly blushed cheek. I then opened my lips wide and kissed her upon her left jaw. She trembled and I smiled. I pursued this avenue, I kissed my way towards her chin. Her moaning continued and so, my exploration went longer and deeper. I kissed her chin, her perfect chin. Her chin did not provide a sexual sound, more a grin on her face. It was pleasant, not sexual to her. So, I explored the other side of her jaw line and found it to be as sexually stimulating as the left side had been to her. I began making mental notes of everything that excited her. I was not sure why I did this. I wasn't a lesbian. I wasn't sure how, but I was certain I would escape her wicked web soon and most likely return to total anonymity and finish college. But she had me captivated. I guess the analogy would be a vegetarian being given the most perfect steak in the world and while they aren't interested in eating it necessarily, they are honored by the gift and want to at least touch it and taste it to see why it is the best. Okay, it's nothing like that. A vegetarian is probably repulsed by steak and there is nothing repulsive about Kelsey. I kissed her forehead, which got a similar response to her chin. I even kissed her eyelids, forcing her to close them for a moment. I truly had no idea what I was doing, I had never done anything like this with a woman before. I was into it much more than I would ever admit to myself. I was allowed to explore this perfect body and learn its secrets. It was like a living puzzle of eroticism. Her earlobes were no surprise. I'm not sure if there is anyone who doesn't get excited by a little suck on their earlobe. If there is, I haven't met them. My prom date nearly came in his pants from me sucking on his earlobe and he just went on letting me do it, right there on the dance floor. I could feel his heart pounding, I could hear his soft moans even over the overbearing house music. It was very exciting for me. I think if he had actually ejaculated in his pants, I would have considered it a more noteworthy tale, but I guess coming close made it memorable nonetheless. What did intrigue me, however, were the varied reactions I could elicit from her gorgeous little ears. When I sucked the top side of her ear, the bodily reaction was different than her ear lobe, perhaps less pronounced. When I tried to tongue fuck her ear hole, she went absolutely nuts and clamped her thighs together as if it would trigger an orgasm all by itself. I moaned softly into her ear as I withdrew my tongue. "That was unexpected." I whispered. "Yes it was." Kelsey gasped. Clearly, this was to be a night of many firsts for both of us. I wouldn't have dared to do so, but she did warn me against leaving any marks on her elegant, blemish-free neck when I made my way there. She wasn't a neck girl. It excited her somewhat, but the jaw line and most definitely the ear were far more reactive than her neck. When I had softly and wetly kissed each inch of her exposed skin above the neckline of her pajamas and to her jaw line, I shifted between her legs. Pushing her legs open, I settled the bulk of my body below her waist, practically resting my tiny breasts on her thighs. I pushed her top up to her bra line, no further. Then I proceeded to kiss her in varying ways all around her sculpted abdomen. I tongued her naval, which got a very nice reaction. The remainder seemed to make her shiver. It wasn't so much that it was its own reward to kiss and lick at her belly as it was the anticipation each time my mouth moved up to the bottom of her breasts or down to the top of her waist band. "Stop teasing me please." Kelsey moaned. And I smiled from ear to ear because she just said please. I climbed up onto my knees and helped her to sit up and pulled her satin pajama top up over her extended arms, revealing her quite riveting bra that was perfectly wrapping her breasts to create the most delicious cleavage I'd ever seen. I didn't pause long though and soon had the top up over her head and carefully folded it and placed it on the pillow next to her head as she laid back down. I didn't go immediately for the bra, instead, I kissed around it and brushed them with my hands. I didn't grab and squeeze them, just rolled my fingertips over the bra cups and sought out the bumps that would indicate the hardness of her nipples. Kelsey's face was pure pleasure, she was moaning and her body was writhing with desire. I laid down on her and reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then sat up with my ass on her thighs, pulling her bra straps off her arms and setting it neatly on top of her pajama shirt. Her breasts were so breathtaking. Just seeing them made me salivate. I wondered how few people in the world had ever had the opportunity or ever would, to witness the natural beauty that my eyes currently beheld. The perfect C cup size, they were so perfectly round and firm. They stood like twin mountains from which only the powerful could survey the surrounding valleys and folds of her body. Her areolas were so perfectly matched and round. Roughly the size of a silver dollar in size, they were a perfect light brown with a tinge of pink. And there, directly in the center of those glorious circles rested the two most perfectly shaped nipples I had ever witnessed or have from that day to this. So tempting, they begged me to suck upon them, to feel their elastic texture upon my lips and tongue. I had to restrain myself from the urge to dive into them with a furious attack of lips and tongue and teeth gnashing. I looked at Kelsey, the desperation I was sure was painted on my face and saw a mirror image of how I felt. In spite of her normal poise, she wanted my mouth on her breasts now. Her chest heaved rapidly with her over-excited breath. "Slowly." She whispered and her voice shuddered. I repositioned so I knelt between her thighs and lay down over her abdomen, my elbows resting on the bed on either side of her breasts. I took one perfect globe in each hand, holding it, supporting it, though it needed no support from me. And my tongue darted out to meet her left nipple and the reaction was explosive. Kelsey shuddered and her eyes fluttered and she moaned so sexily and loudly it sent my heart racing at an unsupportable rate. I opened my lips and my very first nipple in my mouth became the most perfect nipple I would ever have in my mouth. I was gentle but urgent, sucking upon her left nipple as my left thumb played against her right nipple. I was in heaven playing with these radiant orbs. My mouth planted more firmly, my suction became stronger and my Kelsey... she orgasmed. Right then and there. I wasn't even rubbing against her pussy, it was still completely covered in panties and skirt. And just one nipple in my mouth, and she came. She grabbed my head in her hands and held it as she cried out in sexual release. "oh sweet goddess!" She cried out. "don't you dare stop". And I didn't, but I did test the waters a bit when I pinched her right nipple and gave it a gentle twist and it kept her orgasm going through her body. She grasped my head and pulled it to her right breast and my right hand instinctively went to her left nipple and pinched and twisted as my mouth sucked and then I tried something new. I chewed her nipple gently and she screamed out as another, stronger orgasm ripped through her body. She held me against her as she shook in sexual release. I did what I could to extend the feeling for her. I sucked and chewed and pinched and twisted and licked and at last she pushed me away roughly. "Oh Jess, you must stop. Too sensitive." And she scooted up to get away from me and putting her pillow up behind her, sat against her headboard. I knelt with a wide smile on my face, panting and looking at her. "Don't be cheeky." She laughed, slapping my cheek with her foot, but not too hard. I grasped her foot and sucked her toe for just a moment, watching her face. She liked it. "I guess we are even now?" I dared to ask. "Oh, you have gotten quite full of yourself now haven't you?" Kelsey giggled. "Don't push it." "Tonight you are sleeping with me. I typically sleep flat on my back or in a fetal position on my side. Tonight it will be my back. You will curl up by my feet and sleep with your head on my belly. I want you smelling my sweet aroma all night. You earned it." I smiled at her still and went to remove her pajamas, she looked at me surprised. "I can't very well smell you if I leave it all covered up like this." I explained. She smiled. "What are you doing Jessica? And I don't mean the obvious. Are you playing me?" I gave her an intentionally hurt look. "Don't pretend you didn't feel the connection Kelsey. I saw it in your face." She lifted her hips so I could slide her pajama bottoms down her legs and off her feet. She now only wore a pair of quite wet, pink bikini panties. "Do you want them on?" I asked her, gesturing to the panties. "Yes." She answered simply, seeming lost in thought. I laid down at her feet and curled up in a fetal position myself and laid my head on her pelvis. Her scent was strong, but not at all unpleasant. I breathed in through my nose, though it wasn't required by Kelsey. "Don't lie to me Jessica or I will be absolutely furious with you and you would not like me furious I assure you. Are you being on the level right now? Or are you acting?" I exhaled heavily and Kelsey shivered. It was after all with my breath cascading over her wet, panty covered pussy. I turned my head to look at her. "It surprised me too, okay?" She smiled uncomfortably, "Okay." "Kelsey, you can't go feeling guilty on me now. Seriously, neither of us expected this, it happened. It was great. Stop trying to rationalize it away. It was real." I smiled at her and rolled my fingertip around her nipple as I said it. When I finished, I punctuated it with a kiss to her belly. "Are you golfing with me and your dad tomorrow?" She continued to look at me with a slight distress in her expression. "Yes, I think I should." She said at last. "Good. Then we should get some sleep." I smiled. "Tell me how you wish me to sleep." She smiled. "Right there, but... stop playing with my nipple." She laughed softly. "Goodnight Kelsey." I smiled. "Goodnight Jessica." She smiled and turned out the lights and blew out the candles.

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Title: Being a Man for Himself Ch. 02 Tags: incest, taboo Friday had been a busy day. It involved driving all the way back to the city and giving his sister some cash as a gift. He was capped at how much he could just give her if they wanted to avoid taxes on the transfer. Amy tried to protest but Henry shut that down. "What happened to me working for you?" she asked. "I am still going to hire you. This isn't for that. This is me trying to take care of my sister. So now you don't have to feel trapped. You can stay or go home as you wish. I mean, I'd like you to stay but this means you don't have to if you don't want to." "But I want to stay." "Good. I want you to stay, but I want it to be your choice. Ok." "Ok. My choice." "And don't tell Ron about this money. That's a no no." Also on Friday Amy met Merissa and they all had a late dinner together. Henry was happy to see that those two got a long so well. Someone had told him once that women needed other women to talk to. Who knows if that's really true or not but he was happy for his sister to have a friend one way or the other. Henry was at the point now where he didn't even care if that dinner counted as a date or not. He was just counting down the days until that annulment hearing happened and then he'd be a free man and could marry Merissa or anyone else. But of course, as soon as Henry had something good, Keiko had to show up and ruin his day. After dinner she was there waiting for him outside his apartment building. Henry told Amy to just not even listen to her. As Keiko loudly yelled out to him about money this and money that. She tried to block his way into the building but then another tenant was behind them who wanted to go in. Amy and Keiko sort of got into a physical scuffle as Amy kept Keiko from following them into the building. Once the siblings were all the way up to Henry's apartment he just waited until Keiko found a way into the building and started banging on his door. Bang, bang, bang "Henry! I know you're in there." Bang, bang, bang "I'm going to call the police and tell them what your sister did to me if you don't come out here." Bang, bang, bang Henry didn't even think of opening the door. He called the apartment manager, who called security and then Henry and Amy listened as Keiko screamed at the top of her lungs for them to let her go. Once they had her removed from the building they came back up to let Henry know it had been done and that they'd call the police to have her arrested if she showed up again. Well, that had been an interesting night. And what was even more interesting was when Henry looked at his numbers in the computer. So nice. He could see another deal in the works. He really thought he could see something. Maybe. Just maybe. He sort of felt like he shouldn't be cocky. But if he bought this over here, that might cause those people over there to do that. Then the numbers would move in the direction that Henry wanted and then he could strike and make even more money. That was assuming that people did what Henry thought they would do. That was when he felt a kiss on his ear. Henry turned to his sister. "What's up?" "You only have one bed." "Yeah, I'll sleep on the sofa. You can have the bed." "It's big enough for both of us." "I know but ... is that a good idea." "I don't care." "Well, ... um ... I guess ..." Henry was trying to think of something to say to get out of it. Mentally he knew that this was just so wrong. But it was difficult when his sister was giving him a hard on. He didn't know why that would be happening to him. In his head he new she was his sister but somehow, when she started to let her shirt slip off her shoulders and she put her hand on his crotch, she changed into someone to fuck. "It won't be like before. I promise." "What do you mean?" "Could you be gentle with me this time?" "Well, that's up to you." She started to kiss Henry on the neck as her hands moved over his body to try and get him out of his shirt. "Wait." Henry said. "I've waited all day." "Amy, just hold on. Please." "We don't have to hold back. We've already done it once." "I know. And ... and ... wait. Ok, so we did it yesterday. Maybe it would be best to space this out a bit." "Henry please, I need something." "Ok, but why is this the something you need." She shook her head and closed her eyes. "It helps me feel normal." "This is not normal." "I know. I know that. You don't understand. Being with you is ... intense. I know it's wrong. I know everything about it is wrong. But it's not as wrong as the other thing." "Other thing?" "Yes. And as long as I'm focused on this, I don't have to feel the other stuff." "Other stuff?" She nodded and held his hand tight. "Amy, I understand that there's something to work out. I just question if me and you ... doing it, is the best way to deal with it." "Just do it. Come on. I know it's bad but is it really so bad?" "Ok. We can do it. But you know, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. So, how about we ..." "I need it now." "I got it. Listen. How about we do a little bit just to tide us over." "Like what?" "Like, we could just fool around a bit but not go all the way. Yesterday we just dived right in and I didn't have enough time to get use to the water. Come on. You have to meet me half way." "Would you go down on me?" Henry thought for a second. That could work. Sure, that could work. "Ok. But just that." He saw the look on her face that said she would not accept that. "For tonight. Yeah, just that for tonight and we can do more tomorrow." Without speaking she started to strip and then she got into his bed. She had her legs spread open and she waited for him. Henry moved in and tried to remember what needed to be done to lick pussy. It had been so long since he'd done that. The last woman he'd gone down on was his last girlfriend before meeting the bitch. He started to lick and let himself get used to her smell. It was a good smell but it was sort of potent. He was being gentle like she asked but she started to tell him to lick more so he went faster and then he remembered what he needed to do. He put two fingers into her and started to press her g-spot while his tongue went after her clit. She responded and Henry knew he was doing it right. He couldn't remember how many times he'd begged Keiko to let him go down on her and she'd refused. He knew some guys didn't like doing it but Henry didn't mind. And actually, licking pussy really turned him on. His erection was getting bigger and bigger. He felt like getting some sex himself and mentally he was kicking himself for saying that all he wanted to do was just this. Well, really, he shouldn't even be doing this. This was his sister after all. But she was right when she said they'd already done it once. No. Even if licking pussy was making him horny, he should probably try to limit the number of times he fucked his sister. She needed a doctor not her brother's cock. "Yes." she screamed out. She was almost there. Her pussy became a moving target and Henry was trying his best to keep his mouth on it as her hip swayed from place to place. Finally her orgasm took her and she was motionless enough for Henry to put the last bit of effort in to push her completely over the edge. In the aftermath, while Henry was laying there very horny and wondering if he should ask his sister to fuck, she thanked him for being there for her and she went to sleep in his arms. Henry was wide awake. His hands gently felt his sister's naked slumbering body. There's something to be said about how sex makes you want more sex. It was like his system had been woken up and now all the juices were flowing again. The thought came to him again that he should wake her up and fuck her. No. She was his sister. Can't do it. No. He'd found a way to not have sex with her. Don't ruin it. Oh, but he was so horny. The head of his cock was pressing into her skin and he really just wanted to penetrate her. Merissa. He could fuck Merissa. She was the only choice. He couldn't fuck Keiko. No way. Merissa. He had to make a move on Merissa and just hope she liked him enough to want to fuck. And she was going to have to say yes because if not, it was going to be really hard to turn his sister down again. ... Saturday morning, Henry and Amy had breakfast with Merissa and her roommate Megan. Henry was so amazed at how good he had it. Oh, sure, it wasn't perfect but everything in life was just so much better than it had been before. All day on Saturday, the four of them went about trying to find something fun to do. Eventually they drove just a bit outside the city to the zoo. It almost felt like a nice family outing. Henry was with his sister who he wasn't supposed to be fucking but secretly he was. And he was with Merissa who was probably going to be his girlfriend just as soon as that annulment went through. Then he'd start fucking her too. And Megan was a nice woman who was just very down to earth. That was refreshing for Henry after spending years married to a woman who thought way too much of herself. Then he had a question in his head. If he started to have sex with Merissa, would he have to stop fucking Amy? It wasn't a good idea to fuck two different women at the same time. It was also not a good idea to have sex with your sibling. When Monday rolled around he'd take Amy to see a doctor or something. He'd at least start shopping around for someone. It would have to be Monday afternoon since he had that lunch meeting. The zoo had a Ferris wheel which Henry and Merissa rode together. The view was great but the thing they enjoyed the most was kissing. Henry looked at her and her green eyes somehow just told him that she was ready for him to make a move on her. He did and she seemed very happy. And to think, she still thought he was broke. Well, he had been paying for everything so maybe she figured out that he wasn't as broke as he was trying to let on. That evening, Henry decided that he was going to try something. Before making it all the way back he hinted to Amy that he wanted to spend some time with Merissa before the night was over. Amy understood what he meant. "I'll call you and let you know when you can come home." "If she doesn't want to put out, call me and I'll help you seduce her." Henry didn't respond to that. Instead he just waved bye as Amy and Megan went off to see a movie together and Merissa stayed with Henry at his apartment. There was a bit of chat between them but Henry started to move in. Merissa was letting him but she seemed stiff. Her body language was telling him that he needed to go slow. He kissed her on the lips. He kissed her on the neck. He let his lips move down to kiss her shoulder. "How certain are you?" she asked. "Very." he answered. "You're going to get the annulment, right?" "There's no way to stop it." "But ... What if something happens? I mean, you're not going to go back to your wife, are you?" "Never. Even if the judge won't grant an annulment, I can still just get divorced." "Ok. I would just feel so much better if ..." "Relax. I know my situation doesn't look great from the outside but you're the one I want to be with. If not you, then no one. I'll be happy just being me by myself. But I'd like you to be there with me so we could be happy together. That would just make everything better." "I don't know about this. I'm just worried that this will hurt you in court. And then it'll all take even longer." "One way or another I'm going to get my freedom from that woman. Don't worry about that. It's already filed. I already have a court date." "Don't you think we should wait until then?" "No. I want you to be my girlfriend now. Maybe I'd even ask you to move in with me." "Really?" "Yeah. I like you. I like you a lot." "I like you, too. I ... I think I love you." "Good. Love is good. And ... as for me ... well, maybe saying 'I love you' doesn't count for much coming from a guy who's leaving his wife but ... She kissed him and he could not speak. As soon as she heard the words from him, even couched as they were in hedging; she could not resist him. Merissa's body was different from Amy's. She was smoother and softer. Merissa had larger breasts and bigger nipples. Once Henry got Merissa's blouse and bra off, he was just so happy this was happening. He kissed her on the lips again and then moved to her tits. Every guy back at that company wanted to fuck this woman and Henry was the one who got her. Nice. Henry would never brag of course. Even if he did still work there, he wouldn't go around saying who he'd slept with. Still, if word did just somehow go around that Henry and Merissa were an item, he'd be very glad for it. Why couldn't he have met her earlier in life. If only he'd held out and not married Keiko when he did. If only that damn company hadn't stolen so much of his life. He could imagine an alternate reality where Henry would bring Merissa home to meet his still living parents and letting them know that Henry intended to marry her. Merissa would make so much better a wife than the bitch. As Henry moved his mouth from one nipple to another he had a crazy thought. He could invite Keiko to his wedding. He bet that crazy psycho would actually show up too. And then Henry could have kids with Merissa. Ok, maybe that was taking the fantasy too far. He hadn't even fucked her yet. But he could see it. A nice big house with Merissa as his wife and two or three kids running around. He could hire Keiko to wash the dishes so he could let her see how great his life was while she was a nobody with no money that no one wanted. Once Henry got Merissa out of her skirt and panties, he was going to try and go down on her. However, Merissa stopped him. She was ready. She was ready for him. She kissed him and kissed him while Henry struggled to get out of his slacks. Once his dick was out, it could somehow sense where her pussy was. The kissing was frantic. There was so much movement with their lips. And then suddenly, it was calm. He'd entered her and there was a stillness that settled over them. "I love you." she panted out in between breaths. "I love you, too." he responded with as much sincerity as he could put into it. She had some good pussy. Not too tight and not too loose. She was very wet but still he couldn't just slam into her. He needed to be gentle and slide a ways in and then a ways out. If only Keiko could see him now. Henry had been so horny. This was just perfect. This was how the world should be. Now he just needed to get the law up to speed on what was really going on. Wait. No. Not yet. Henry felt himself about to cum. Had to hold it. He wanted her to cum along for the ride. No use. He couldn't stop it. They were pelvic bone to pelvic bone. Their pubic hair was like the hooks and loops of velcro. The head of his dick was all the way in her by her cervix when he started to pump out semen into her. His orgasm triggered hers to start and Henry was in a mad biological struggle to keep himself hard long enough for her to be satisfied. It required effort but he'd done it and then they both laid there. After a few moments, Merissa got out her phone and started texting. Henry didn't want to pry but Merissa saw the look on his face and she figured he wanted to know what she was doing. "I'm just letting Megan know I won't be coming home tonight." "Oh. Right. Ok." "She knew this would happen. She's been talking about it ever since she met you." After a shower, they actually had sex one more time that night before going to sleep. Henry sort of felt bad for his sister. He called her and told her that Merissa was going to spend the night. "It's ok. Megan's letting me spend the night over here." Henry was relieved and he could get some sleep in peace. ... On Sunday morning Henry was awoken by someone feeling his dick. As he came out of his sleep he felt Merissa's body next to his. But Merissa was not the one feeling him up. Henry opened his eyes and leaning over him was Amy. His sister smiled while she stroked his cock. Henry mouthed the words 'Stop it' to her. Amy pouted and then did as he asked. She was standing next to the bed and then she did her imitation of a cheer leader and jumped while saying very loudly "Goooooooood Mooooorning." Merissa was startled awake and she looked over at Amy who was then in a Superman pose. "Please tell me she doesn't do that every morning." Merissa said as she rubbed her eyes. "No, not every morning." Henry responded. "I have breakfast for you two." Amy added. "Don't get up. I'll bring it." Amy came back with eggs, grits, toast, and bacon on a tray for serving breakfast in bed. Henry wondered where she'd gotten that but Merissa said it was Megan's. "She cooked for you guys, by the way." Amy added. After breakfast, Merissa got all the way dressed again. Henry didn't want her to leave but she wanted to return the tray and she needed to do some other things at her apartment. Henry wanted to go with her but Amy stopped him. She said she needed to talk to him about something and so Merissa was off. "What?" Henry asked. Amy looked confused by the question. "What did you want to talk about?" "Oh. Nothing." "What? Then I could have ..." "Henry, I don't want to talk, I want to do something else." she said as she came closer to him and tried to kiss him. "Amy, um ..." "Did you have fun last night?" "Yes. Lots of fun. And Merissa is now my girlfriend so I should probably not cheat on her." "But I'm your sister." "Even more reason not to do this." "Let me suck it." "No. Not now." "Come on. You had your normal fun and all while I got nothing last night." "Let's wait until we can get you to see a doctor." "I was thinking that maybe I don't need a doctor. I just need you. "Amy, that's not ..." "Please. You make me so happy. I just feel like I can be myself again after we have sex. Please." "Look, maybe if you got a boyfriend then ..." "I want you. I want my big brother. Come on. Let me suck it. That's all. We don't have to have sex. Just let me suck it." Henry grimaced. "Ok. But just for a bit and we're not having sex. Ok?" She didn't even let him get to the bedroom. She knelt down in front of him and got his dick out while he was still standing right there by the front door. She took his cock into her mouth and she relished in its taste. Henry closed his eyes and let his head tilt back to the wall. She was good at that. This wasn't fair. Now he was getting horny again. Good thing he had a girlfriend now. He wondered how often he could get Merissa to have sex with him. Oh, and speaking of Merissa, she suddenly opened the door. "Hey, I forgot my ... Holy Shit." Henry was frozen in place but Amy rushed to her feet and got Merissa inside and the door closed before the other woman could get away. "Oh my God. Oh my ..." "Please relax." Henry said. "Tell me she's not really your sister. Step sister. Something." "Sorry." said Amy. "What do you mean, 'sorry'. What was all that bullshit last night? I thought ..." "Merissa, I care about you. I do." "But your sister is here sucking your dick." "This looks bad." "Because it is bad." Amy reached out for Merissa's hand. Merissa pulled it away but Amy forcibly took it anyway. "Listen, girl." Amy said. "No, you listen." Amy squeezed Merissa's hand to the point of it being painful. "No, you listen. This isn't Henry's fault. It's my fault." "You're hurting me." "Amy, stop that." "Shut up, Henry." Amy said. "Merissa, I need my brother. He thinks I should go see a doctor but I need my brother. I can't explain it to a civi like you but ... Girl, look at me when I talk to you." Amy forced Merissa to look her in the eyes. "I need him. He wants you but I need him. I got stuff in me and it's bad. It's violent. And being with him, helps make it better." Amy let Merissa go and then slowly backed away. Merissa stood there looking down. "I don't know what to say about this." "I'm sorry." Henry said. "How long has this been going on?" "A few days." Amy answered. "That's it?" "Yes." said Henry. "How much did ... um ..." "We've had sex." Amy said. "Really?" Merissa said in disgust. "Then why would you ... Ugh ... why would you want to be with me? If you're with her then why do you want to be with me?" "Because he doesn't want to be with me." Amy said. "He wants you. Ok. Don't blame him for this. It's my fault. I forced him into it." "That's enough." said Henry. "Be quiet. I'll handle this." Amy said. "No. Amy sit down. Now." Henry commanded. "Merissa, you can go if you want. I'm not keeping you here." "Can you please just help me understand because I thought we had something special." "We do. But look, family comes first. Always. That's something my fake wife could never understand. Getting married means she joins my family but she thought it meant that I was a tenant in hers. Ok, so we're messed up. Fine. Amy is my sister and I'm going to take care of her. A condition of you being with me is accepting that even if you don't like it." "I'm not stopping you from taking care of her." "Until I can get some other help for her, then this is what I have to do. You know and if you want to be part of this family then you need to understand that we all have to look out for one another." She looked up. "You want me to be part of the family." "Yes. Of course. Yes." "Then show me." "I want you to be part of the family." "Not tell me. Show me. Show me what you do with your sister." Amy stood up and address the other woman. "You want to see me suck his dick?" "Show me for real. The real thing. Fuck her." "Why?" asked Henry. "I'm not going to be a one night stand." she said. "You're telling me this crazy thing that I just can't even believe. So go ahead. Show me it's real." Amy got out of her shorts and then she bent over the nearest chair. She spread her legs apart and encouraged Henry to come fuck her. Merissa watched as Henry cautiously got his dick back out and moved behind his sister. As Henry started to fuck his sister that way, Merissa got down and put her face right there so she could see it up close. "You're really fucking her. And she's really your sister?" "Yep." Henry answered. In silence, Henry fucked Amy but not until she reached an orgasm. Henry hadn't cum yet either but he felt he'd put on a display for long enough. When he pulled out of Amy, Merissa put his dick in her mouth and she sucked on it for a moment. Then that moment ended and she let his dick go. She stood up and then took a breath while she let all that she'd learned sink in. "So, are we ok?" Henry asked. "No. We're not ok." Merissa answered. "I do need you to keep this a secret." "I will." "I have to ask, do you want to be part of our family?" "I wanted ... well. I don't know." "Don't break up with him." Amy said. "I just don't know if I can handle this. It's too much. I hear what you guys are saying. Maybe, after you get some other help for your sister we can talk about it but for right now, this is just too much. I mean, seriously. The wife thing and the job thing and now a sister thing. It's all just too much Henry. And I like you. I do. Please don't think that I don't because I do but you've got to get your life in order a bit more than this." "Alright." Henry answered. "No, guys. Come on." said Amy. "Don't leave it like that." "Enough, Amy. She's decided." "I didn't decide anything, yet. I'll give you time, Henry. But right now it's too much. Later. Fix some of this and then we can talk later." "Alright. Can I call you?" "Tomorrow. Call me tomorrow after work and let me know how it's going. But until you sort some of this out, maybe I don't want to see you." "Ok. That's fair." Merissa left after both Amy and Henry were decent enough to open the door. Henry felt beat. He just sat in the chair at the dining table and looked at the numbers in the computer. "I'm sorry." Amy said. "On Monday, I'm taking you to see a doctor and you're going to go." So his list of things to do on Monday was growing. He looked over a the numbers again. Amazingly, they just looked like numbers. There was no meaning to it. He couldn't construct the story in his head. Without thinking of anything better to do, he set himself up with some storage space on a server at a hosting company. All the data he was collecting wasn't filling up his hard drive yet but at this rate it wouldn't take long. He'd keep all his data there safe and sound and continuing to grow until he was in the right state of mind to deal with it. There was pain. From his forehead to the center of his chest he felt a kind of dull ache that wanted to make him sink into himself. "Fuck you, Keiko." he said. Keiko had nothing to do with this and he knew it but just saying those words directed at her had the effect of helping him feel better. "Fuck you, and your stupid, fucking fake consulting shit. Fuck you." "I'm sorry." he heard Amy say as she came over to him. He looked up at her with fained anger that was there to keep that other feeling at bay. He tried to hold onto his anger but his sister knelt down in front of him and then kissed his hand. He couldn't hold it together and then a tear fell from his eye. It was the first of many. Amy put her arms around him and he wept. ... Monday came and Henry needed to meet with one of the managers from the company he used to work for. He didn't think he really needed it but just as insurance, he had Amy positioned across the street with a camera to record the meeting, just in case. Henry didn't want any of his words or actions to be lied about after the fact. Knowing all the politics and maneuvering that happened with them, it was best to cover his bases. Henry ordered his coffee and sat at a table right along the iron fence that was by the street just as two cop cars rolled past. He would have expected Susan to be there before he even arrived but it looked like he'd gotten there first. A seemingly random cop car drove past on the street. Henry looked down at his watch. The woman he was going to meet with was almost going to be late. Then another cop car passed and this one had its lights on. Henry looked up. Something must be happening. He sipped his coffee and then looked down at his phone which he had set to record all the audio of the meeting. He wondered how this meeting would go. How long would it take? Did Susan just want dirt on Henry's old boss or was she serious about paying him to come back on a limited basis? He'd have to see and maybe think about it. Maybe they'd hire him back and let him work from home. If he had to go back into the office everyday, that would be weird. Would he get his same office back? He looked at his watch again. Susan was now officially one minute late. It was ok. With all the police cars circling the area the traffic must be backed up. He hoped it didn't stay like this all day. He'd gotten his sister an appointment to see someone and he wanted to be there with her to support her when she went. And after that, he had to meet with his broker about moving some more money. And then ... Another police car came and started blocking traffic right in front of the cafe. Then Henry felt a hand come and place itself on his shoulder. Another hand reached over a startled Henry and pulled his phone from Henry's hands. "Henry Cooper." the policeman said as he moved around to stand at Henry's side and look down at him. It was that same cop from before. With him were several other police officers who were going around tables and surrounding Henry. "Officer Sanders. What bullshit line did that woman give you this time?" "Oh, I'm not here for her. I'm here for you." Henry just shrugged. "So, where are your cameras now, big man." he said and then in that moment two cops held Henry in place so Sanders could punch him in the face. "Oh, you're a fan of choke holds, I remember." the cop said. Henry felt another officer's arm reach around him and squeeze so hard that it cut off his wind pipe. Henry struggled to get air while Sanders and probably some of the other cops started to punch him or hit him with weapons. ... Henry woke up in a tiny cot that was barely big enough to sleep in. He tried to get up but every part of his body hurt. His left arm was in a cast and he had bandages around his chest. After about an hour of wondering what exactly the fuck had happened to him, he was finally able to stand up in the little space next to the bunk and look at his face in the foggy, distorted mirror above the metal toilet. The left side of his head was swollen which explained why he wasn't able to see very well out of his left eye. Henry just shook his head. Why? He assumed it was because of something that Keiko must have said. He eventually became conscious of his surroundings. He was in some kind of jail cell that was stone walls on three sides and bars for the forth. It was only big enough for him and if he had been able to stretch his arms out there actually wasn't enough room to do it all the way. The cot was also just a bit too short for Henry and he either had to cock his head to the side or let one of his feet hang of the bed when he slept. Henry didn't know the floor plan of whatever this place was but outside his bars there was some sort of hall and across the hall there was a wall that was stone all the way up with a few narrow barred windows near the top. Henry heard quiet voices and sometimes howling on the hall. For two days they didn't even bring him a meal, just medicine for him to take. The guy with the cart that came by the cell said that the medicine was pain killers. Henry made a show of taking it but really he just flushed them. He wasn't going to take anything unless a doctor told him directly to take it. After three days in solitary, they came to get him. He was put in a room with his lawyer and another woman who said she'd be handling his criminal case. She was the one who explained what had happened. Henry had been accused of insider trading, securities fraud, resisting arrest, and battery on a legal officer. "They're using a document you wrote as evidence against you." "So, it was a trap." "They had wanted to arrest you at your new apartment but you weren't there so they asked Mrs. Meyers to set up that meeting with you." "I don't understand. All of that was publicly available information." "I know that. You know that. Even they probably know that. But they're guessing a jury might not be sophisticated enough to understand that. You made a lot of money fast and in turn you made a lot of people broke. They're pretty pissed off about it." "But if I explain ..." "Mr. Cooper, they already know you're innocent. They just want you to take a deal." "What deal?" "Surrender all of your recent earnings and pay an additional 10 million dollars in restitution to your victims. If you do that, you're only looking at three years." "In prison." "Yes. They feel confident that you'll be convicted if this goes to trial and if you are, then you're looking at anywhere from 25 to 100 years." "That might as well be the death penalty." "They want an answer by the end of today." "I'll never be able to pay that much." "The exact amount of restitution might be negotiable. But they've been on me to get an answer." "No. Tell them no." "Are you sure?" "I'm not going to be rushed to an answer. They want me to say yes. They're scared I'll say no; so they put a time limit on it. So saying no must hurt them. So my answer is no." "The judge says she won't even set bail for you until you agree to the deal." "Bail? For what? To get a couple of days outside before coming back to spend three years of my life in prison. No. We go to trial." "They could keep you in here for three years awaiting trial so even if you're acquitted they've already won. And then they could confiscate all your assets just off a suspicion of wrongdoing. They have ways. I've seen them do it." "No. The answer is no. Let them keep me in here. Let them steal my money. I'm not going to lie." After that Henry was brought back to his cell and even as hungry as he was, his rage wasn't going to let him eat when the trustee with the cart brought his food to him. All that night Henry worked over his previous deal in his mind. He hadn't done anything illegal. But he couldn't vouch for what the broker had done. Henry just assumed that the broker had followed the instructions Henry had given him. But what if he hadn't? Still, Henry did know one way out of this mess. He could kill himself. That was a pretty dark thought but if he died having never taken a deal or been convicted of any crime then the government couldn't touch that money. It would all have to be given to ... FUCKING KEIKO. FUUUUUUUCK!! Henry searched his memory but couldn't think of a rule that would let him leave his money to his sister. He needed that annulment. Or he could just set something up for his money to go to his sister in the event that both himself and his wife were dead. Then all he had to do was kill her before he offed himself. There was no way to do that from in jail, though. It wasn't like hitmen had a convenient POBox to send kill requests to. The next morning, Henry started to eat and he discovered that prison food was actually very good. Then again, anything would be better than the slop the fucking bitch made for him. Still, even compared to restaurant food, prison food was almost on par. He'd been skeptical of the sausage at first but after tasting it, it was one of the best things on the menu. After lunch they brought him his mail. The bitch had written him a letter which someone had already opened for him. Henry didn't even read it. He couldn't exactly tear it up with a broken arm so he stomped on it and kicked it over by the toilet. A few days later a guard came and asked Henry to write down the names of people he wanted to have come and visit him. Henry wrote down Merissa as well as his brother and sister and very specifically told them not to let his wife in. So of course when visitation day came around, instead of Ron or Amy; Keiko was the one waiting to talk to him. One good thing about prison, the soundproofing was amazing. Henry just sat there smiling at her through the window while Keiko was gesturing to get him to pick up the phone. He wasn't doing it. He had nothing to say to her and he certainly didn't want to hear anything from her. Then time was over and Henry was so happy to be brought back to his cell where he'd have peace and quiet. As the days, and then weeks passed, Henry was wondering when he'd be taken for a hearing. He knew they had to do that at some point. They can't just arrest people and leave them in jail for extended periods of time without giving them a court date. But that's just what they did. A month passed, and then a second. So much time passed that Henry's arm had healed and it came out of the cast. Day after day Henry sat there in his cell just thinking and not reading the books his wife had sent him. She selected stupid fucking titles about how to not get angry and not hit your girlfriend and a bunch of other delusional crap. She fucking knew perfectly well that Henry had never hit her. The bitch was just trying to play it up and hoped the cops took notice so she could use it against him in court. At first it had been easy to just sit in that cell all day, everyday. He was healing up from whatever those rogue cops had done to him. Rogue cops. He'll never trust the police again. Anyway, at first it had been easy to sit in prison. But now that he was healthy again he was feeling the walls closing in around him. He wanted to talk to people. He wanted to go outside. He wanted to do a push up or a sit up. At night his thoughts went to Merissa. Even though it hurt at times, he missed her. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to feel her skin again. He wanted to smell her scent again. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. Why hadn't she written to him? Why hadn't she come to see him? Who was he kidding? He knew why. Henry was just too messed up for her. He'd probably never see her again. There was no hope. His lawyers weren't even coming to see him anymore. He was going to die in there. Another day passed. Then another day passed. Then, Henry would wake up after a nap and not know if it was still the same day as before or if another day had come. Poor Amy. She was out there. What was she doing? How was she taking this? She hadn't come to see him and he got no letters from her. He just hoped she wasn't back in that house all the way out in the woods. He didn't want her to be alone. He wanted her happy. And then, in his mind, his sister replaced Merissa as the object of his sexual fantasies. He'd certainly lost Merissa. There was no way she'd want anything to do with him. But that shouldn't mean he'd go to his sister. That was ... exactly what his sister seemed to want. But she was seeing a doctor. Maybe she wasn't like that anymore. But had she seen the doctor? He didn't know. He wanted out. He wanted out. He wanted out. Just looking at those damn bars was hurting his eyes. He wanted out. And then, the madness passed and something even worse came. He felt content. He felt like him just being trapped in that place was normal. He didn't mind it. He was able to just stay there and it didn't matter. ... Henry's day in court finally came around. Before leaving, the guards had him take a shower since he had more than three month's worth of body oder on him. Then they gave him some clothes that his lawyer had purchased for him. The original clothes he'd been wearing when he was attacked in the cafe had been cut off of him so the doctors could treat him. Henry didn't remember that. He wondered if they'd let him shave off his beard. No such luck. Judges were so pretentious, thought Henry. This wasn't a courtroom. It was an office but they still made Henry stand up when the Judge stood up or moved. Henry hoped he wouldn't have to deal with this lady for too much longer. Henry had a cop standing next to him at all times because his wife had accused him of hitting her. Henry really just wanted to get through this and get back to his cell. He found he rather enjoyed the peace and quiet of solitary confinement. He felt a bit unnerved to be outside his cell in fact. He felt exposed. The walls were too far apart. It was too bright. Henry really just wanted to get his annulment and get out of there. "What makes you want an annulment instead of just filing for divorce?" Henry started to answer but the judge snapped at him that it wasn't his turn. Then his wife answered. "I don't want a divorce. I don't want an annulment. This is all just a big mistake, your honor." The judge turned away from Henry. "Mrs. Cooper, you say your husband struck you and you're asking the court for a restraining order against him. That sounds to me like this marriage is pretty much over." Henry was going to defend himself but just as his lawyer was going to advise him not to say anything the judge jumped in and flat out ordered Henry not to make a sound. Henry could see the joy and satisfaction on his wife's face and Keiko's lawyer just smiled with confidence. "Your honor," said Henry's wife; "I know we have our problems but I forgive my husband. We've both been under so much stress with our financial difficulties and my consulting business is the only thing keeping us afloat. I know he's a good man. Maybe he just needs some help dealing with all the pressure." The judge turned to Henry. "Well, Mr. Cooper. It sounds like she wants to work things out. Are you sure you still want to go through with this?" "Your honor," said Henry's lawyer for him "We deny any violent acts claimed by Mrs. Cooper. The fact of the matter is, on the night Mrs. Cooper is claiming my client struck her there's no proof he even went home. I have here a record from the train company showing that Mr. Cooper did not ride the train home that night and we can call witnesses who will testify to the fact that Mr. Cooper was seen sleeping in his office." "Counsel, your client is not on trial for domestic abuse. We are here to discuss the matter of annulling their marriage." "I understand, your honor, but we would like to stress again that we deny any slander made by Mrs. Cooper on this point." "So noted counsel." said the judge as Henry's wife began to sob and cry. "Are you ok, Mrs. Cooper? Do you need a break?" Henry felt like all of this was just theatrics designed to waste his time. When was he going to be given the chance to defend himself on the thing that really mattered? The government was guilty of false imprisonment and theft. When were they going to address that or the fact that the police had just beaten him up for fun? "Your Honor," said Henry's lawyer; "as to the facts and the law, Mr. Cooper wants children. He has always wanted children. Mrs. Cooper has refused to provide him with children despite Mr. Cooper being very patient on the matter. He has concluded that Mrs. Cooper simply does not want children and as such Mr. Cooper is asking for the marriage to be annulled." "Is that why he hit her?" asked the judge. "Your Honor, my client completely denies that ever took place and as for myself, as a survivor of domestic violence I'm offended that Mrs. Cooper would use a false accusation against her husband. In the end she's only making it more difficult for battered women like me to be believed which deters women from coming forward." "I never denied him children. It just wasn't a good time." "After seven and a half years and it was never a good time?" pressed the lawyer. "Mrs. Cooper, do you want to take a break. Are you sure you can continue?" "I'll be alright, Your Honor." "May I say something?" asked Henry. Without addressing him the judge gestured for him to proceed. "I want children..." "Since when?" asked his wife. "Keiko doesn't want to be a mom." "I never said that." "And she doesn't think I can be a father." "A father pays his bills instead of running off with all our money." "The law gives me the opportunity to get married with someone who does want children with me or for me to adopt. I can't do that ..." "You can't do anything so you ran away." "I can't do those things as long as I'm married to her." "Then you're supposed to file for divorce." Henry was trying really hard not to be goaded into conversation with her. He knew he was on the right side of the law. He just had to get this judge to do her job right. "Mr. Cooper, do you have a problem with addressing me as Your Honor?" "No, ... Your Honor." "Then if you'd like not to have your accommodations made even worse, I suggest you do so from now on." Worse? How could they be worse than what they already were? Were they going to put him in a metal box in the sun? "I understand, ... Your Honor." "Alright, Mrs. Cooper, you say you aren't denying your husband children. Is that right?" "If he wants children and that will get my husband back then ... ok." "There, are you happy with that Mr. Cooper?" "Your Honor, my client is not happy with that. My client does not believe his wife has any intention of being the mother of his children. She won't even let him speak without interrupting him. Mrs. Cooper has had her chance to give him children, seven years in fact and refused. We pray the court will not delay Mr. Cooper from being able to pursue other options." "Your Honor," said Henry's wife; "I'll do anything to get my husband back. If he was unhappy he should have said something. If he wants children so badly as to drag me all the way down here then I guess he really wants them but that doesn't explain why he moved out and wouldn't pay our bills. How can I give him children if he won't come home?" "I'll tell both of you this," said the judge; "I don't believe all of this is about children. There's something else going on here and since neither side is accusing the other of infidelity I'm assuming it's money that's the problem. I keep hearing it come up and Mr. Cooper is awaiting trial for ..." The judge looked down at the file in front of her. "Insider trading. So I will not be granting your request for an annulment today." "But the law." said Henry. "Mr. Cooper, this is a court of equity not a court of law. And I warned you about how you're supposed to address me. I'm not granting your request and I'm holding you in contempt." "Your honor," said Henry's lawyer; "my client meant no disrespect." "It's already done Mrs. Philips. But if you want your annulment so bad I'll give you the chance to get one. Mrs. Cooper says she's willing to give her husband children if he wants them. So we'll see if he does. I am ordering him released from holding and I'm sentencing him to ninety days home incarceration. During that time he will seek gainful employment and live at the marital home with his wife. He is free to go to work, religious services, and to shop for essentials. I'm ordering he take an anger management class so he's free to go to that as well. Mr. Cooper, while you are at home I expect you to keep your hands to yourself. Do you understand me?" "Yes ... Your Honor." Henry said the words with as much contempt as he could put into them. "I understand you usually work a significant amount of overtime. Well, not for the next three months. For the next three months you are to report home to your wife after your normal working hours. I want you in that house and you will fulfill your duty by making yourself sexually available to your wife. We'll find out if it's your wife who doesn't want children or if it's really you. And before the week's out I'm ordering you go to a fertility clinic to make sure Mrs. Cooper isn't wasting her time with you." Henry could not believe what he was hearing. A judge had just demanded that he be his wife's sex slave. "Now, Mrs. Cooper, I see you're happy with this outcome." "I just want my husband back, Your Honor." "Fine. Here's your chance. You have ninety days to get pregnant. If you fail to be able to get pregnant during that time I will grant your husband's request. If the pregnancy is terminated by any means at any time I will grant your husband's request. I will order a paternity test be conducted after the child is born and if that child is not the biological offspring of Mr. Cooper I will grant his request. I'm also keeping this case here in this court. Neither you nor Mr. Cooper will be able to file for divorce as long as this order is active." "Thank you, Your Honor." said Henry's wife with a smile. Henry was stunned. How could things be so broken? All of the traditional government services that everyone relies on in order to have confidence and make decisions were all corrupt. Henry was still shaking his head at this blatant violation of decency when his lawyer led him back to the waiting area for those going back to lock up. "How can she do that?" "It's not over. It's just delayed." the lawyer said. "So, I don't understand. How can I go home if I'm in jail?" "This court can override the other. That's how?" "So, I just go home from here?" "No. The order takes effect tomorrow. So you'll have to sleep in jail tonight and at about 12:05 they'll put you out." "That's a very specific time." "The prison wants credit for you being in jail that day so they can get paid for it. They have to keep you at least five minutes for that." "What happens when my 90 days are up?" "You'll likely go back to lockup unless you've had a hearing or made bail before then." "But I can't make bail unless I agree to be robbed. When is my hearing on that, by the way?" "You don't have one." "Why?" "A number of reasons. The prosecution is still gathering evidence against you. Your former boss and your broker are both going to testify against you. Besides that, they couldn't have you appear in court with a broken arm." "Why not?" "The official story is that you beat up several police officers and they had no choice but to use force against you to protect themselves and the public." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "Listen, be careful with your wife." "She's not my wife." "Well, just be careful. I happen to know that she's been to see the prosecution concerning the criminal matter. I don't know what sort of deal she has with them but if even she testifies against you, there's no way you can win." "I'm not taking that deal." "It's not even on the table anymore. They think they've got you." "Then why make me wait?" "They want us to go to them and beg for another deal." "No. I just want my trial so this can be over with." "Well, you might be waiting for some time. If your wife is working with them I expect your entire house is probably bugged. They're going to twist any little thing you say around to support their case against you. It probably wasn't easy for them to convince her to do that for them." "Please. She'd do anything to hurt me." "She knows there's a lot of money involved in this. She doesn't want it confiscated. She wants it to be hers." "You're making her out to be smarter than she is." "You heard her in there today. She's not stupid. All of this was probably set up ahead of time and your wife played along." "She's not my wife. She's my enemy." ... The guy in the cell down the hall from Henry was very happy to get some books. Henry sure wasn't going to take them with him so when the deputies came to get him, he just dropped the books off. They'd probably make their way to the prison library eventually, that is, if this prison even had a library. Henry didn't know if it did or not. Instead of 12:05 it was more like 12:30 in the morning when they opened the outside gate and Henry left the prison with nothing but the clothes on his back. They had also presented him with a thoroughly destroyed cell phone. There was no chance of getting any data off of that. Henry didn't even know exactly where the prison was other than it was about an hour's drive away from the court house. Did he have another long walk ahead of him? No. Outside the gate he found Amy waiting for him. She was standing there next to a car with a pistol holstered to her hip. She was wearing a black tshirt, cargo pants, and army boots. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had a mean expression on her face. "Hey, Henry." she said. Henry went up to her and she hugged him briefly. "Can you just wear a gun like that?" "Hell yes. And if any of those bastards ever touches you again I'll murder them and their entire family." "Shit, I believe you. Did you get any of that on video?" "I got all of it. The PD won't tell me who the cops were and their spinning some bullshit about administrative leave. But if I see them, they better hope they can draw faster than me." "You're standing outside a prison and you're talking about shooting cops." "Fuck them. They're nothing but a bunch of pussies who were too chicken shit to sign up for real war. If they want someone to go Rambo on them let them come and fuck with me. I give no quarter." "You know, at the end of Rambo he goes to prison." "In the book he dies." "Book?" "Yeah. Rambo is based on a book. And in the book he kills half the PD, including that faggot Teasle. And they fucking deserved it, too. I didn't go to war and watch my buddies get shredded by incoming to protect jackasses who break their oath of office." Then she turned her attention to the guard tower. "Yeah I'm talking about you." she yelled out. "Ok, ok. Calm down." "We should round up those shit sacks, tattoo their badge numbers to their fucking foreheads and then lock them up with the general pop." "Anyway, can we go?" "Get in." Once they were on the road she continued her ranting. "All this bullshit because the mayor felt threatened by you." "Mayor?" "Yeah. He was working on some project or another and your deal made him look bad. But not half as bad as I'll make him look if I can get line of sight to his head." "Pulchra, could you please stop talking about shooting people." "Look, we either have rule by law or rule by the sword. If they're going to break the law then the sword is all we have left." "Well, for now, can we talk about something else? Where are we going?" "Your apartment, which is now my apartment. Oh, and I got you a new laptop. I knew you'd want one." "Don't I already have one?" "It got confiscated as evidence." "It's encrypted. They'll never get anything out of it." "They're just being assholes. They were giving your girlfriend a hard time so she packed up and booked it." "Merissa?" "They were trying to get her to testify against you. But not her. She's loyal, that one." "Yeah, I guess she is." Henry said but did note in his mind that he hadn't received any letters from her. "It also helps that she's pregnant." "What? Say that again." "She's not showing yet but the test says she's going to have a baby." "Oh, wow. I'm going to be a father." "Just what you wanted." This was great news. Henry was already working through everything in his mind. If he could hold off on a plea deal or a conviction long enough for the baby to be born, then there was a way to set it up so the child would get everything and Keiko would get nothing even if she were still his wife. Well, he'd still have to die. He wasn't looking forward to that but with his death he'd be giving a huge fuck you to the people who were trying to hurt him. "So, where did she go?" "Back home to her parents. You should probably call her in the morning to let her know you're out." "I need to see her." "I'll drive you out of town if you want. And when the cops are on our tail I'll ..." "Yeah, maybe calling is enough for now." "Wimp." They drove into downtown and a police cruiser was waiting outside the apartment building. Amy told Henry to get behind her and she approached the front door of the building with her hand on her gun. A heavy set cop got out of the car and put his hand up in a stop gesture. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "We got nothing to say to you porky." Amy shot back. "Are you threatening me with that weapon you got there?" "Yeah. I'm saying if you go for your gun you'll die here tonight. Just try me." "Look, I didn't come here for this." "Then hit the road." "I came to invite Mr. Cooper down to the police station. We want ..." "Fuck you. He's not going anywhere. You try to take him and I'll turn your fat ass into swiss cheese." "Nobody's taking anyone. Here. I just want to give him my card. Whenever he's ready to come down and talk to us ..." "Bullshit. You had him in jail for three months. Why didn't you talk to him then?" "Ma'am, we don't run the jail. That's the sheriff. Alright? We just want to talk to Mr. Cooper about what happened in that video you showed us. He can come down at his own convenience." "We'll think about it." she said as she cautiously reached out and snatched the card out of the cop's hand. "Now beat it before my shell shock starts acting up." "Ok. I hope you two have a good night." "Once you're gone we just might." Henry felt very strange when he entered the apartment. Amy had filled it with weapons and other military looking stuff. It looked like she was stocking up for war. The apartment looked familiar but different. It was like he was looking at it for the first time but it was also a place he knew. That was weird. "So, you showed the cops the video." "I was trying to get you out of jail." "Shit, so now they have it." "I have copies of it everywhere. I sent it out to news agencies but they're only interested if a cop shoots a black guy. So I posted it on the internet. So far they've been trying to block it from getting out to the public but they can't do that forever. I guess they hope you can convince me to take it down." "They haven't tried to hurt you or anything, have they?" "No one hurts me. I hurt them." Henry's body was off its schedule and he didn't know if he wanted to sleep or not. He did know he wanted to clean himself more than he had been able to at the prison. A shower just didn't feel clean enough so he drew a bath and scrubbed every bit of himself three times. When that was over he thought about shaving but of course his sister wouldn't have a mens razor in the place. He'd have to do that later. He checked out his new computer. Oh yeah, that crap OS was installed on it. He'd change it tomorrow. He was too tired to deal with it that night. He went to the website where he could download the software he wanted to use and got that started. It would be finished in the morning and then he could actually work with it. "That cop is still out there." his sister said to him. Really? Why? There was no need to have Henry followed. The cops could just put one of those ankle things on him if they needed to know where he was. But they hadn't done that. It was a puzzle. Henry used to always be able to know what people would do but all of this illegal and illogical behavior baffled him. Henry went to the bed. A proper bed. A bed that was long enough. Oh, and it was soft. He eased himself down and let himself appreciate it. Then he couldn't help but smile at the thought that at least for this night, he was sort of free. Amy started to get into bed with him. "I missed you." he said to her. She held him and he felt the heat of her body. For three months he'd spent every night wanting exactly this sort of thing. They were together. She didn't need to convince him. She didn't need to beg. She didn't need to say anything. It was just understood. They were going to fuck. Henry remembered back to college and the one artsy girl he'd dated for a bit. Sex with her was fun. He didn't know why he was remembering her in that moment. He remembered the pink streak in her hair but he couldn't remember her name. Every time he'd had sex with her it was laughs and giggles and smiling ear to ear. It was slapping her on the ass and her pinching him. It was funny positions that didn't actually feel good to fuck in but were fun to try and make work. It was lighthearted. But she'd been too lighthearted for Henry. When he'd wanted to take the relationship to the next level she just wasn't feeling it. She didn't see Henry as a real boyfriend, just a nice guy that she got to fuck. That was all in very stark contrast to Amy. Amy wasn't lighthearted about anything. When his dick went into her pussy, she held his face with both hands and they locked eyes with each other in the darkness. Each push in and out was a deliberate act. Each moment required concentration and effort. She was the one on his side. She was the one who cared about him. She was the one who was loyal to him. It was him and her against the world. So be it. Henry started to cum inside of her and she kissed him. ... In the morning, the thing that Henry noticed the most about being free was the light. The sunlight was so bright that it actually hurt his eyes. He'd gotten used to it but that cell really had been very dark with the light only being dim at best. Most of the light came from that small window at the top of the wall. Amy noticed him squinting and offered him some sunglasses to cope. All day Tuesday, Henry ran around getting things done. He still owned a car, thankfully but he had no money except what Amy gave to him. He had to make it last. He was supposed to be out looking for work but Henry knew full well that no company would hire him. He'd be black balled by his former employer and even if he were offered a job, he'd have to leave it after three months so he could report back to jail. His sister had scoffed at that idea. She told him to just run instead of willingly go back. But Henry didn't feel like that was the path for him. Unless he suddenly found a way to get a fake passport or find someone who could smuggle him out of the country, there was no way he could just leave. All of Henry's assets were frozen so he had no way to get money out of his bank account. He did still have access to a very large credit line that was supposed to have been secured by assets in the bank but now that those assets were frozen, it probably would be a bad idea to use that. He had a credit card and amazingly, it worked when he tried it. Ok, so there was that. It was funny. Now that Henry was thinking that he only had three months of relative freedom (though he'd still prefer solitary to going home to the bitch); Henry sort of felt like he could just run up debt and it didn't matter. What more could they do to him? And once he was dead they couldn't collect from Merissa. Dead. Yeah. He was going to have to die. Fuck. He did not look forward to that. And then his child would grow up with no father. That would suck. But the kid was never going to have Henry for a father anyway if Henry spent the rest of his life in jail. Better to leave the kid with money. Henry wondered how much it would hurt when he died. Anyway, he could think about that later. For now: Encrypted computer. Done. Encrypted phone. Done. Encrypted internet access. Done. Encrypted email. Done. Henry checked on his little website and storage for collecting data and it was all still there and growing. He linked his new computer to that site and started to get some of the numbers to be analyzed. Damn, it was time to go back to that place where that evil woman was. Upon finally arriving home Henry had to call into a special number that connected to a computer which told the police he was at home. He felt he needed to check up on his sister and Merissa but of course before he could do any of that, his fucking wife had to come bother him. She hadn't hugged him or done anything affectionate when he had come into the house. She stood there like she expected to be able to lord over him. "You're welcome." she said. "For what?" "I got you out of jail. Don't you want to tell me thank you?" "What?" he said. This crazy bitch didn't seem to understand that Henry being here was more punishment being heaped onto him. "Did you want to fuck now or should we schedule it for later?" "Why did you leave?" she said in a way that made it clear she was playing it up for whatever hidden microphone was in his house. "You know why." "Explain it to me." she said. "You broke your vows." "I did not." "There, right there. I rest my case." "What are you talking about?" "Do you even remember your vows?" "Of course I do. I'm not the one who always forgets everything." Henry waited. "Um, we vowed to love each other." "Which you broke." "Don't interrupt me. You asked a question and I'm answering. You're the one who broke the vows, running off like that instead of taking care of your responsibilities. You know we'll lose the house if we don't pay the mortgage. To keep us from defaulting I had to take money out of my personal savings." "Which you stole from me." "And you know there were hundreds of other things I had to take care of because you were too busy being selfish and stubborn." Henry allowed himself to yawn. Normally he'd stifle such a response because he didn't want his wife to think he was bored with the conversation. But now, fuck her. He wanted her to know he cared nothing for what she said. "Laugh all you want." she said. "But the longer you let this go on the more difficult it's going to be to dig ourselves out of the hole you want to put us in." Henry got up and left. He went upstairs to the guest room with his wife following him the whole time. He closed the door on her but she wasn't going to give him peace. "You have to make yourself available Henry. You heard what Judge Stevenson said. I'll call them and tell them what you're doing. I swear it. You better get your butt back out here." Henry thought for a moment. He didn't know how the crazy judge would rule if he kept the door closed. He suddenly started thinking that a ticket to another country would be the perfect way to solve this problem. But for the moment, Henry did remember the judge's words. He took off all of his clothes. When the door was opened his wife burst into his face but was immediately taken aback by the sight of him naked. "Henry! What are you doing?" "I'm making myself available. The judge said I had to fuck you not listen to you." Henry took a step towards her but she backed away from him. "Later, Henry not now. I want to talk first." "What's there to talk about? I'm here to get you pregnant." She continued to back away from him down the hall. "Henry, put your clothes back on." "So, men wearing clothes turn you on?" "No, I don't want to. Not tonight. I ... I have a headache. I'm under a lot of stress. Stress which you caused. I'm not in the mood tonight. Just put your clothes back on." "I'm here to get you pregnant. That's what I'm going to do." "I said no." Henry stopped in his tracks. "Fine, but I'm here in case you change your mind." Henry walked around the house naked. That kept his wife away from him and he was able to eat his fried chicken dinner in peace. And also, very importantly, he got Merissa on the phone. "Where are you?" he asked. "Where are you?" she countered. "They brought you to jail and I never heard anything." "I did three months solitary." "Holy shit. For what?" "They're trying to steal my money. The government wants it or they say they'll keep me in prison forever." "Then just give it to them." "No. This is my life." "Henry, I can't deal with losing you like this." "Who are you talking to?" Henry heard Keiko say, and then she tried to come and take the phone from him. He could only keep her away by wagging his dick at her. "Anyway, I'm doing three months home incarceration before I have to go spend the rest of my life in prison." "How did you work that out?" "You can thank my wife Keiko who claims she wants to have my children apparently." "Your wife." Merissa said in a somber tone. "Anyway, you know me. I always take care of my responsibilities. I'll take care of any children I have." Henry looked over at Keiko and she rolled her eyes at him. "Even if I can't physically be there, I'll make sure my kids are provided for." The call ended and Henry was going to actually watch tv. Keiko had bought a new one that was even bigger than what they'd had before. Every time Keiko came by to protest whatever, Henry just made the tv louder and pointed his cock in her general direction. Ding. Di, di, di, ding. Henry got up to answer the door and Keiko got in his way to prevent him from opening the door while he was naked. "Henry, no. It could be a customer of mine." A customer? Good. Let her see how it feels for a spouse to fuck with your income. Keiko pressed her entire body up to the door but Henry was stronger and he got the door open. "Amy! Come in." Henry said when he saw his sister out there. "Naked man. I love it." Henry's sister did as she was bid and she carried with her a suitcase. She threw it down and then asked which room was hers. "Excuse me?" Keiko said. "I wasn't talking to you, bitch." "Well, I was going to sleep in the guest room." Henry said. "That is, unless Keiko wants to actually have sex." The siblings looked at Keiko who sneered at the suggestion. "It doesn't look like you're getting lucky tonight, bro. Show me which room you're in and I'll bunk with you." "I'm sorry." Keiko interrupted. "Why are you here?" Amy went up to the other woman, grabbed her lapel and then nearly lifted her off the floor. "You lied about my brother once, bitch. I'm here to make sure you don't do it again. If I hear you even mention Henry hitting you, I'll deck you for real." Amy pushed Keiko so hard that she lost her balance and ended up on her ass. Without even giving her time to get up, Amy just stepped over her and asked where the bedroom was. Keiko whimpered as she eventually got to her feet and then she looked over to Henry for an explanation. "I don't know. Post traumatic something." Later that night, after Keiko had locked herself in the master bedroom and Henry was snuggling up with his sister in the guest room, Amy had a confession of sorts. "I lied to your wife." "About what? You barely talked to her." "I didn't come here to protect you." "I don't care why you're here. I'm just glad I don't have to be alone with her." Without a word of reply Amy revealed her true intentions. She positioned herself on the bed and started to suck Henry's dick. Henry smiled. He was in his house and Keiko was in the other room but she couldn't stop him from having sex anymore. So maybe home incarceration wasn't so bad. Henry and Amy fucked all night long. They fucked for a bit, then rested, changed positions, and fucked some more. And each time he made love to Amy, mentally he was saying Fuck You to that crazy bitch in the other room. Henry didn't even care that having sex with his sister was sort of a crazy thing in and of itself. It no longer bothered him. He was fine with it. He was finally able to have sex. And hey, he was doing a public service if fucking his sister helped her not shoot people. ... "Is there a reason you're bringing your client back into my office, counsel?" "Yes, Your Honor. We'd like you to reconsider your ruling from yesterday. My client is very sorry he did not speak to you with the level of respect your office demands. He has certainly learned his lesson and it won't happen again." "Well Mr. Cooper. Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes I have, ehm (he cleared his throat), Your Honor." "Did you go home last night?" "Yes, Your Honor." "And did you engage in the marital act with your wife?" "No, Your Honor." "Why not?" "Your Honor, she said no and no means no where I grew up." "Are you sure? She called here this morning and said you locked yourself in a separate bedroom." "I was changing, Your Honor." "Was the door locked?" "I only closed it, Your Honor." "Yes or No Mr. Cooper." "No, Your Honor." "I'm having trouble believing you, Mr. Cooper. How do you expect your wife to be able to get pregnant with you behind a locked door?" "Your Honor, I was taking off my clothes, Your Honor. I begged her to have sex with me, Your Honor. I tried to have sex with her, Your Honor. She refused me, Your Honor." "Are you making fun of me?" "No, Your Honor. That's what happened, Your Honor." "Counsel, I think your client needs another course in how to address a judge." "I apologize, Your Honor. He is making an effort. And he did sign up for the anger management class." "Has he visited the fertility clinic yet?" "Not yet, Your Honor." "Your client is asking for an annulment on very specific grounds. I won't be ready to rule one way or the other until I'm satisfied that's what's really going on." "Your Honor, according to my client, he did attempt to engage sexually with his wife last night but she rebuffed him. This just proves again what he's been saying. She refused to have sex with him and refuses to give him children." "She just didn't want to put out on the first date." "They've been married for more than seven years, Your Honor." "Mr. Cooper, I want you in that house. Maybe after you and your wife have tried for a child at least once I'll consider lifting the home incarceration." ... All he really had to do was lie. It was a small thing to lie. Men all throughout history had lied about sleeping with women when they really hadn't. All Henry needed to do was lie. He could just lie and say he had sex with Keiko and then it would be over. Ok, ... Not completely over but that would be a huge step towards it being over. Now that he'd had a taste of freedom from her he really didn't want to go back even if being away from her meant a holding cell only slightly bigger than a coffin. It was sort of funny in a way. Keiko really did not want to have kids but he'd almost hate her more if she did. Then she could just raise his child all by herself while Henry wasted away behind bars. Henry sat in the park and a familiar face came to sit next to him. The broker handed him a copy of the instructions that Henry had written up. Good. With that he could leave at least something of a legacy for himself. "How much did they take?" Henry asked. "Technically they didn't take anything but it's all frozen." "How much is there now?" "A lot actually. Some of the shares that might have looked like nothing more than penny stocks at the time have gone up in value considerably since then." "Can I get access to any of it?" "No. It's all frozen. And I'll also tell you, your wife has been to see me. I couldn't give her any information of course but she's not stupid." "Damn. I need that annulment." "I'm really sorry this kind of thing happened to you. And I'm sorry if it might seem that we're not on the same side." "What do you mean?" "I'll have to testify at your trial. I like you. I do. But I don't know what they're going to ask me when I get up there." "Just tell the truth. That's how it's supposed to work." "They were particularly interested in a comment you made about money being your job. You can bet they'll try and use that against you. They also asked me over and over again about your wife's consulting business. Near as I can figure it, she's going to say she passed you some secret information about one of her clients." "She doesn't have any clients." "It's easy to fake a paper trail to make it look like she does. They can make it look like just about anyone is her client if they really want to railroad you. They'll concoct some story about you stealing data from your company and using information provided by your wife to set up the deal." After the meeting in the park he met a girl at a Chinese restaurant for lunch. Merissa was so happy to see him again that she started crying right there. As Henry hugged her he noticed that she was dressed a lot more conservatively than he remembered of her. Henry told her some of what he'd gone through but didn't have the courage to tell her about the beating he'd taken. Now that he had a cell phone again it made it so much easier to contact people and set up meetings. "We're really going to have a baby?" She nodded. "My dad was always telling me it only takes one time." She pulled out several ultrasound pictures to show him. This was real. Henry was going to really be a father. It was sort of a big moment. "Ok. The baby is my number one concern." "I think your number one concern should be staying out of jail." "I can see how you might feel that way but actually, no. I'll make sure you're taken care of." When the time rolled around for Henry to have to report back to the bitch Merissa didn't want to let him go. Henry walked into his wife's house with a pair of earphones playing a relaxing saxophone tune from his phone. His wife started saying something but Henry couldn't hear her. She apparently didn't know he couldn't hear her because she just kept talking as Henry walked into the kitchen and put the left over Chinese from his lunch date with Merissa into the fridge. It made Henry feel very good to bring that home, show it to his wife while he knew what it symbolized and she didn't. After that, even though his wife tried to get in his way, he walked around her to the living room. The TV his wife was using was pretty big. Henry inspected it for a USB port. A lot of these new TVs could play basic video files and he had an interesting one to share with his wife. With his new laptop he downloaded a porn film and put it on a USB stick. Now he just hoped it was the right kind of file for the TV to understand. The file did play but instead of filling up the entire screen, there was a pretty thick black frame around the film. Henry was a bit disappointed but just so long as the video played it was ok. He got his cock out and started stroking it. Then he heard a very loud pop and pain went through his inner ear. His wife had pulled one of his headphones out. "What the hell, Keiko." "What are you doing?" Before answering he pulled out his phone and turned off the app playing the music. No need wasting the battery. He certainly wasn't going to charge it here where his wife might do something to it. "Trying to get you in the mood." he said finally. Somehow Henry could tell just from how his wife was talking to him that his sister must not be there. "Ugh. I'm not having sex with you." "The only reason I'm here is to have sex. Now if you don't want to do that then I might as well go back to the jail." "Sex isn't going to solve our problems." "You sure?" he said as he reached for her hand but she pulled away from him. "What we really need is to talk and you need to agree to certain things." "I'm not here to agree to anything. I'm here to get you pregnant." He made another move towards her. "Henry, no. And turn off that filth." Sigh. "Keiko, stop jerking me around." "I'm not jerking you." "If you don't want to have kids with me then let the annulment go through so I can have kids with someone else." "As if. Who would even want you? If I hadn't married you; you'd be alone, broke, and probably dead by now." "Look, don't do me any favors. Just get naked so we can get this baby in you." "I'm not having sex with you. And I'm never going to have children with you. Are we clear?" "Perfectly. So why didn't you tell the judge that?" "Because you don't get to leave me. If a divorce is going to happen then I'm leaving you." "Such hate. What did I ever do to you?" "You embarrassed me. You made me feel like a stupid bimbo for getting married to you in the first place. Now the least you could do is fulfill your obligations but you can't even do that right. If you did have a child you'd probably neglect it the same way you neglected me and then the thing would end up in foster care. Thankfully that will never happen because there isn't a woman on earth that would touch you, much less go through maternity for you." "You wanna bet?" "What?!" "You don't want to have kids and I do. You think no woman would ever want to have sex with me." "Only prostitutes maybe." "Well, then let's make a bet." "What bet?" "If I can get another woman to want to be with me, marry me, and have children with me then you'll back off and let the annulment go through." "Prostitutes don't count." "I'm not talking about a prostitute. I'm talking about a woman who falls in love with me." "No woman would ever fall in love with you." "So then bet." "And if I win, then you drop the annulment, I file for divorce, and I take everything. You pay me alimony and pay off the mortgage on the house. I'm thinking $10,000 a month sounds about right." "Are you kidding? From prison. I'm going to pay you from prison." "I don't care how you do it. Buy some more stocks or whatever you did." "That's unreasonable." "It just went up to 11. Shall I go higher?" "Fine. Are you in the bet?" "Hmm. Now I'm thinking 12 is a nice round number." "Ok. 12 it is. But if I win you have to go to the judge right away and admit to her that you don't want children." "Oh, we'll never have to worry about me fulfilling my obligations. Everyone knows that I always do. I'm just wondering how you're going to be able to pay me. I'll probably have to take you to court for it." "You do what you have to do. But I'll ask again; are you in the bet?" "Yes. I'm in. And you've already lost." "So certain, are you?" Without telling his wife where he was going Henry left the house on his way to his anger management class. She had tried to stop him from leaving, saying that the bet did not give him permission to leave the house. Henry just laughed at her and would have loved to hear the conversation she'd have with the judge's office when the staff told her Henry actually had to leave the house. The anger management class was a joke. The woman running the thing just kept saying over and over again that men were bad and predisposed to violence. She showed videos of situations where an obvious straw man of a terrible husband was violent for no reason and his poor wife was just a helpless victim. Oh, sorry. They weren't supposed to be called wives, but 'partners' for some stupid fucking reason. Then the woman would have each man take turns saying what went wrong in the video and how the situation should have played out. Finally, it was Henry's turn. "End the relationship." The woman in charge gasped. "Uh ... What do you mean?" "If he's violent then she should just leave." "You see everyone. That's what so many abusers think. But women can't leave. They're afraid for their lives. They ..." Henry rolled his eyes. What a retard. Henry could not imaging any of the women he used to work with in his office not being able to leave. Henry felt that any educated, competent woman who had a sense of her own agency would immediately walk out the door if their spouse became violent. It was the only reasonable thing to do. You can't negotiate with violent people. The moment violence comes into the picture all meaningful communication breaks down. Henry began to feel like this was less of an anger management class and more of a male hatred class. The woman running the thing never offered any solution to the problems she presented other than that men should just let their wives do whatever they wanted and men should just shut up and take it. The list of things the program called 'violent abuse' included cutting off utilities, being silent, demanding sex, and even locking the door to the bathroom when you take a shower. Of course it was ok if women did these things but just not the men. It was sort of comical. Henry couldn't see how not saying anything could cause a woman to get a black eye. During the break Henry got a chance to introduce himself to the other guys and the stories they told painted a much different picture of what was going on. One man had been sent to prison for burglary. He served his time and got released early for good behavior. When he went home his wife was in the middle of cheating on him. Instead of being violent he sat on his front step crying. His wife called the police and said she feared for her life because she didn't know what he would do. And after sitting in jail for three weeks waiting for a hearing, the judge released him under the condition he take the anger management class. Another man had a wife with some sort of mental illness, which sounded to Henry a lot like bipolar disorder. One day she attacked him with a knife and the only reason she didn't kill him was because he got a door between them. Not to be deterred, she started stabbing at the door in hopes the knife would break through and get to him on the other side. Fortunately for him the knife didn't go all the way through. Then he saw his wife put the knife to her own wrist. He rushed over to her to stop her from killing herself and ended up getting stabbed in the forearm for his trouble. Even as he was bleeding all over the place he found the strength to hold his wife down until her manic phase passed. The police and an ambulance were called. The man thought he'd be going to the hospital and his wife would be going to jail. In fact, the opposite happened. Then, after months in prison and losing his job, his reputation, and most of his savings; he found himself in anger management class as a condition of his probation and wasn't even allowed to see his children. A third man found himself in the class because he left his wife in the middle of nowhere. They had gotten into a fight while she was driving a rental car late at night after he had done some work on a friend's home. Rather than continue the fight he asked her to pull the car over and he got out. His original intention was to just take a walk, cool off, and then go back. While he was walking he heard loud banging sounds but decided not to panic. He took his time and smoked a cigarette. When he returned he saw what all the noise had been. His wife had gotten his toolbox out of the trunk and had broken every window in the car, including the windshield. She'd broken the mirrors and left all kinds of damage all over the car. She even flattened the tires. In the aftermath the court had put him in anger management and held him responsible for all the damage even though it was his wife who rented the car, drove the car, and damaged the car. He didn't even have a driver's license. The court didn't care. The judge ruled that as her husband he was responsible for her behavior. The last man that Henry talked to told him the story of how he actually was a wife beater. He had hit his first wife but afterwards she had done the allegedly impossible and left him. They soon divorced and years later he got married again. One night, while arguing with his second wife he felt those old feelings come up again so he wanted to get some distance. He then realized that he had guns in the house and anger plus firearms were a bad combination. So he called his friend who was a sheriff's deputy to come and take the guns and all the ammo away. He thought he was doing the right thing by trying to deescalate the situation. But everything changed when his wife saw him unlocking the gun cabinet. She called emergency services and said she was afraid for her life. When the man's friend arrived, instead of taking the guns, he actually had to take the man into custody. The class resumed and for another hour and a half he had to sit through all the woman's talking points about how men had all the power in any relationship so it was on the man to capitulate to his wife in order to solve the problem. This left Henry with a new found disrespect for women where he had previously respected them greatly. Henry thought about what the woman was suggesting and took her arguments to their logical conclusion. Women were children. She was actually suggesting that women be treated legally like children. No wonder marriage in this country had broken down. The icing on the social justice warrior cake was when the white lady insisted that American men only dated Asian women because they were helpless and submissive. Henry thought of Keiko. That just proved that this idiot running the class had no idea what the hell she was talking about. When Henry got home he found Amy and Keiko waiting for him. Amy was watching tv on the sofa with one of her boots on the coffee table. That made Henry smile. All the times Keiko had fussed at him about the damn coffee table but she was too scared to tell Amy to take her foot down. Or maybe she had told Amy and his sister had just told her to fuck off. "Where have you been?" Keiko asked. "I was out getting some other woman pregnant." "Don't joke with me." "No, it's true." "Who?" Henry gave her the name of the woman that ran the anger management class and then he went to give his sister a kiss on the cheek. "A. M.?" she asked. Henry nodded. Henry went to the study and looked over the document he'd gotten from the broker. It was all coming back to him. He set up his computer to record from the desktop and he tested the audio. It sounded good. He started to record the video but a couple of minutes into his script that fucking bitch had to come and interrupt him. "Who are you talking to?" Henry looked over at the child in an adult body. He stood up from the chair and with a look of absolute hatred on his face he forced his way into her personal space and had her backed into a corner. "Henry, move." she said as she tried to shove him. Henry grabbed a nearby decoration that he knew was fragile and he threw it to the floor. "Henry. Have you gone psycho?" "Shut up, bitch." "What? You can't ..." "I SAID SHUT UP. NOW!" She looked scared and then Henry leaned down over her. "One more word from you and I'll knock your fucking teeth in." Henry said in emulation of the video he'd seen at anger management class. "If you don't want to have sex, then you don't touch me. If you do, I'll break your arm. Understand?" "Uh ... What ..." "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?" "Yes." she muttered. "Good. Now clean that shit up and unless you're ready to suck my dick I don't want to see you for the rest of the night." It was all really a joke. Henry had no intention of actually harming Keiko. Violence wasn't his thing. But he was sick and tired of her shit and if screaming at her was the only way to get her to finally just shut the fuck up, then he'd scream at her. And amazingly, it worked. No wonder men did that. Henry watched over Keiko as she cleaned up and then he banished her from the room. He got back on his computer and started again at the project he was working on. He started making a video where he explained in detail where he'd gotten all his information from, what he thought it meant, and what actions he took in order to earn some money. And he did feel he had earned it. He hadn't lied and he hadn't tricked anyone. He bought things from willing sellers and sold them to willing buyers. It was his emotions on the line. His livelihood. His risk. So it should have been his money. No one was going to steal it and call it anything other than theft. The video took about an hour to make and he put it on the internet. After that he walked around the house. Keiko was locked in her room and Amy was cooking chicken in the kitchen. While Henry and Amy ate he wondered what part of his deal had caused the mayor to get all pissed off with him. Each step played over again in his mind and he tried to think of how the mayor could in any way be connected to it. And just like that, it hit him. That huge fish market had been chafing in its current location for years. Sure, it was iconic and sort of a tourist attraction but they were going to have to get a new location. Henry put his laptop on the kitchen table and pulled up some information. The construction of the new Olympic stadium was also causing a problem for them. The owners of the market had been considering two locations outside of the city limits but then changed their minds and were going to move to a spot that had previously been zoned for industry. Henry could see why the mayor would want that deal to happen since it would be good for the city tax wise, and good for the mayor personally. They wouldn't want to lose the place with the famous early morning tuna sale. That was a three and a half billion dollar deal that looked like it was finished already. Ah but Henry's transactions would have caused delays for them. Henry had unwittingly made it potentially more profitable to relocate outside the city limits. However, instead of coming and talking to Henry about it or waiting for the market to even out like normal people, they resorted to violence. Henry was a fly and they were trying to swat him away. And on top of that, they wanted to silence Henry so they put him in solitary. That was probably why they hadn't let Merissa come to see him or let her letters go through. They thought she might know something since she used to work at the same company as Henry. Something was fishy, and it wasn't the fish market. Why would their first reaction be violence? They were amoral sociopaths? No. They were flexing their muscles in hopes of scaring Henry off? No. There was more than just money at stake. Yes. But what? That entire old industrial area had been rezoned. That would have been a hassle and the EPA probably had to come out. The EPA? Henry looked up the EPA report on the area and the agency said their test showed no pollution. Really? Henry pulled up some numbers, put them into a spreadsheet and did the calculation. Yeah, someone was lying. It wasn't even that hard to figure out. Even if you factor in dissipation and evaporation, there should still be about two tons of benzene in that soil. Probably more. Probably a lot more. And the EPA didn't find that? Henry looked over some other data and tried to see if there was any evidence of a big clean up or anything. No. And there was no time for it either. Every week was accounted for with no down time. Ok, so Henry figured the soil was probably polluted but he didn't know that for sure. He could be wrong. And besides that, even if the soil was polluted, once you build a huge structure like they were talking about there, it wasn't like that contamination would harm the produce or fish that went through the market. The food would still be safe. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully. The deal looked done. With Henry's assets frozen there was nothing in the way either. Contracts had probably already been signed and if not then they would be soon. Henry tried to pull up everything he could. He looked over several pdf documents and then he noticed something. The EPA had relied on the local city government and its lab to conduct the testing. Oh, that had to be it. They'd cooked the test. Had to be. And everything would stay smooth sailing even with future inspections so long as the EPA trusted the city to do the testing for them. The fish market could move, the Olympics could be held, and no one would be any the wiser. Yeah, so now it made sense. People jump to violence when they're already doing something illegal. Police beating up an unarmed citizen, illegal. Holding someone without trial or a hearing, illegal. Freezing assets with zero probable cause of wrongdoing, illegal. And why would they do all of that? Because the local city government was already chin deep in illegal activity. Falsifying the test was the tip of the iceberg. It was sort of like him with his sister. He was already in so deep with her that it no longer mattered if he had sex with her. It had lost its shock value and was just a normal part of their relationship now. The line had been moved. Right there at the dining table Henry pulled out his dick and invited his sister to come over and play with him. "Let me close the curtains." she said. "We don't want that cop outside to see, do we?" "He's still out there?" Amy took her pants off and then she sat on his cock with her back to him. She went up and down on him and if Keiko would have come down from the stairs she would have gotten a great view. ... Thursday morning Henry was out of the house before anyone else. He flew down to the court house and started pulling up records. He needed some things that they didn't put into the computer databases. "$24?" Henry asked, a bit shocked at the price. The clerk nodded and Henry paid up, making sure to ask for a receipt. Highway robbery just to get some photocopies. While he was looking over the various signatures in the stack of documents his phone gave him a notification that one of the numbers he'd asked his computer to monitor had passed a line. Henry looked at the name of a certain chemical. He didn't know how to even pronounce it. But it was going to be important so he'd take a look at it after lunch. Henry looked at the time. Wow, the morning was gone. It was lunch. Merissa flopped down into the chair at the Chinese restaurant across from Henry as he looked at numbers on his laptop. The numbers were nice. He was going to make so much money from this. Well, actually, Merissa and Amy were going to make a lot of money from this. Henry was going to rot in jail but at least he could take care of them. The numbers told a story and the story Henry was seeing was that Taiwanese leaders were finding that actually governing mainland China was much more difficult than it was to defeat the communist pretenders in battle. It might not seem like it but those events played right into the upcoming correction in the market. "I heard that one of the guys that I was in orientation with already got a raise." Merissa said to get his attention. Henry looked up at her. "Good for him." "Yeah but it just feels ... ugh." "Frustrating?" "Yeah, frustrating." "You can't go comparing yourself to other people. There'll always be someone who has a bigger house or makes more money. When you see that try to feel good for the person instead of wishing you had what they do." She let out a laugh. "I guess I sound like a little kid." "And a lot of adults. But we have to accept that good things will happen to other people and that's also good for us too. If you want a better job than him there's a pretty easy way to get it." "What are you suggesting?" "If you join an MBA program then you open yourself up to a lot of career opportunities." "Oh ... An MBA. Well, I was a poli sci major so I doubt that's in my future." "You like politics?" "Not really. But when I had to pick a major it was the easiest one and would let me graduate the quickest. I just wish someone would have told me that it was a completely worthless degree." "You can go to law school with it." "I took the LSAT. I uh... didn't do very well." "You could take it again. There's nothing stopping you from improving your skills and doing it later." "I don't get you. You're so positive." "Wouldn't it be nice if we all were?" "Sure would." "If I may ask, what sort of job were you planning to get after college? Job skills is what college is really supposed to be for after all." "I wish someone would have told me that when I was a freshman." "We live and we learn. But you could also go and do undergrad again if you made a plan this time." "My plan. It was so stupid." "No it wasn't. Regardless of how things turned out, you still got educated and I bet you learned a lot." "You know, I had this crazy idea that ... well ... oh it sounds so stupid now that I actually put words to it, you know." "No really. What was your plan?" "Well, I know women today aren't supposed to think this way but I actually had this half baked notion that like I would meet some nice guy and we'd get married and then ... oh ... See is sounds so dumb." "Well, I do disagree with using college like a dating service." "See. I'm sure most women would just laugh at me if they knew." "Look, you're being too hard on yourself. You got an education and you graduated. And just because some guy got a raise doesn't mean anything. Pay your dues and work your way up and you could even be ..." "What I'll be is a single mom, and I'll be paying off my student loans for the next 18 years. No one's going to want to marry a woman with so much debt and a kid." "You really wanted to get married huh?" "Yeah. I fantasize about it sometimes. You know the perfect wedding and all that. There was this one guy who did sort of propose to me. He was a nice guy and all but I couldn't marry him." "Why not?" "He was still married to this other woman and then I found out he was a bit too close to his sister. He told me he was going to leave his wife but he just hadn't done it yet. That's just too crazy for me." "Yeah. He should have thought that through a bit more." "No kidding." "So if I asked you to marry me, what would you say?" "What? Is that a real question?" "Yes." "Aren't you still trying to get an annulment?" "Yes. And I'll likely spend the rest of my life in jail. But you're going to have my child and I'd like that child to know that their parents are married." "Jail is kind of a block, though." "I am serious about being a father. I'd hate to be an absentee father but, you know, some kind of father is better than no kind of father." After lunch, Henry had to say goodbye to Merissa. He really did just want to spend the rest of the daylight with her but he was now juggling two different things. He kissed her and said he'd call her later and then he was off. Henry went to see four different people in their offices. Ostensibly, he was there looking for a job. He was there to make money but he hadn't actually planned for it to come from his own labor. His cv was more of a prospectus and his potential employers Henry saw as either potential partners or customers. Some of the people Henry had gone to see were a bit confused why he was there wasting their time. What was pitched to them as a meeting about whatever Henry had used to get his foot into the door then turned into a job interview. That was already confusing enough but then it became a sales talk but with nothing to close on. On top of that, instead of Henry being clean shaven and in a tie, he sported a beard and was only wearing a polo shirt. So the meetings felt very informal and Henry was able to attempt a joke or two. When each meeting ended the thing that Henry hoped would stick in their minds wasn't the fact that Henry seemed out of place. What Henry really hoped was that each of them would remember the story. The numbers told a story and Henry had become the storyteller, translating from one language into another. If the story made sense, Henry hoped he'd made a big enough impression on them for them to want to contact him and ask for more information. The last thing he did that day was sort of the scariest. Henry didn't know if his house was really bugged or not. He didn't know if he was being watched or not. He certainly wasn't going to go downtown to the police station and just put his head in the mouth of the lion. He also didn't know if the owners of the fish market were complicit in the criminal activity in city hall or not. But he felt a moral obligation to at least get on record as warning them. While he waited, he organized his papers and did the same with his thoughts. He might only have one chance at this and it was actually really important. Up on the third floor, Henry was waiting outside of an office that had a view of the large sales area below and out to the dock. The whole place smelled of seafood and other things. When Henry was invited into the office it was refreshing to see a guy about Henry's same age and also in a polo shirt. "Mr. Cooper. John Kent. What can I do for you?" "Just Henry, please. Can I call you John?" "Sure." "Are you involved in the relocation plan?" "Pretty involved. Why do you ask?" Henry took out his copies and handed them to John across his desk. "I think a pretty big oversight might have been made and I'd like to bring it to your attention." The man looked skeptical. "Why? What am I looking at here?" "I might just be an idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about but there's a chance that site is still contaminated." John shook his head. "We got the ok from the EPA a year ago." "I know. Look who did the test for the EPA." "I appreciate your concern but in science, it doesn't matter who does the test." "It might if the test was rigged to give a false result." "Do you have any proof of that?" Henry had to admit the truth. "No. Not yet." "Well, Mr. Cooper, again I appreciate your concern but we're confident in the results from the EPA. And even if we weren't we already did our own testing." "You did?" "Of course." John said with a laugh. "We published our findings in last year's annual report." "I don't suppose I could get a copy of that." "Sure. We're happy that the public is interested." John picked up his phone and told the person on the other end to bring a copy of the test results. "So, Mr. Cooper, if that's all, here's my card. Please feel free to give me a call if you have any other questions or concerns." "Just one more question, if you'll indulge me." "Sure. Shoot." "You did go dig up the samples that you tested yourself, right?" "Me personally. No." "Someone who works for you?" "No. The city provided the samples." "Oh really. That's bad." "Why? It's the normal way that these things are done. We don't own ..." "The city conducted the test for the EPA and then the city provided the samples that you tested and you don't see a problem with that?" Henry saw the gears in his mind working as John's expression slowly changed. "I'd only see it as a problem if I had reason to believe the city wasn't being honest. Do you have anything to support an accusation of ..." "Yes. Double yes. But look. Don't take my word for it. Go to the site. Dig below the top soil and see what you find. Maybe I'm wrong. I'd love to be wrong. But maybe I'm not. And even if the site is contaminated, I'm sure you've got ways to make sure it doesn't affect the quality of the food. I'm sure you'll be very careful and test, and double test. Maybe you think everything will be fine. Maybe I'd even agree with you. But then I think about my mom. There's no way she would buy anything that went through there if she felt there was even a chance it would poison her family. I sort of have the feeling that a lot of other people wouldn't want to either even if they even just suspected that there were chemicals getting into their food. Come on. It's just a test. A couple of days, a week at most. It'll set you back a couple of thousand. Hell, I'll pay for it if you want." John was sitting and taking all this in. His eyes started to drift off to the side. Then he slowly took a breath and swallowed. "Do you have a business card?" "All my information is right there on page one." "Ok. I'll take care of this and then I'll be in touch. Can you promise me not to talk about any of this until I contact you?" "No problem. For what it's worth, I hope I'm wrong and I'm not trying to cause trouble for you." "Well, ... we'll see." Time was getting short and the traffic lights were in Henry's way. Still, it was ok. Even if he didn't get home on time, he had a good excuse. He was doing as the judge had ordered. Henry found Amy waiting for him at the fertility clinic. Henry was going to have to leave a sample. Henry filled out the paperwork and then waited to be called into one of the masturbation rooms. However, instead of looking at magazines and jerking off, Amy was there with him. The nurses didn't even ask who she was. When the door was closed the siblings just laughed. "They really don't care if we have sex in here." Amy said. "I guess not. They probably think you're my wife." "Well, let's get to it." They wasted no time. She was on her back on the little armless sofa the clinic had in there and Henry started to just fuck the shit out of her. They'd been going at it so often recently that it took a while for him to build up to a climax. When Henry finally got there he pulled out and thought about the fact that this was the very first time for him to ever pull out of her. He filled the cup up and then he thought they'd just get dressed and leave. No. Amy wanted more. Henry put the cap on the cup and then went back to his sister who kissed him deeply and helped get him back into position. His cock went in and out of her and she was sort of struggling to reach her own orgasm. But she didn't give up. She moaned as loud as she could. She didn't care if they heard or not. Henry thought that maybe she wanted them to hear. She sweated and panted and then she reached the top. Henry could see that this was a big one for her and he was happy to please her. After that they got dressed, Amy with her pistol and all. She was on his arm when they left and Amy gave no fucks if they were seen on camera like that or not. When they got home, Keiko was already locked in her room. That made Henry happy. If he could make it all the way through to bed time without Keiko talking to him, it would be a perfect day. Henry spent his evening making another video explaining what the current numbers said and what he thought they meant. He didn't say what he was going to buy or not buy, since he hadn't fully decided himself, and he didn't exactly have the capital to make any moves. Before going to sleep, Amy had a wicked idea she wanted to try. She knocked on Keiko's door and Henry's wife told her to go away. Instead of going away, Amy put her back to the door and Henry fucked her while she was pressed up against it. "I love you." she said to him. "As you should. I'm your brother." As his dick was going in and out of his sister, the numbers were going through his head and he could see a possible future where financial pressure would cause these people to do this and then those other people would react to that. Then there would be an opening and Henry could go in and establish an equity position. It could work. ... Friday. On the 31st floor of some building, Henry did his best to get one of the members of the board of that company to see what he saw. She just looked at him and then asked one of her aides if they knew what Henry was talking about. The aide said she didn't so Henry had another five minutes to try to get them to understand. At the end of the meeting, they said that it sounded very interesting but they'd need time to think about it and study it and if they wanted to do something they'd let him know. Henry had worked in this town long enough to know that what she said meant they weren't buying it. In the elevator going back down to street level he felt that self doubt come up again. Had they really not understood or was Henry really the one in the dark. He decided to go over his logic one more time. The way he figured it, even if everything he assumed was wrong, he'd still make a bit of money or break even. Even if nothing moved the way he thought it would, he'd be a part owner of a nice enterprise that could pay Merissa and her child a small dividend in the future and having the money there kept it away from Keiko. So it wasn't all bad. He started to really become convinced that there was some vital piece of knowledge that he didn't have which was why he was the only one going after what might be a phantom opportunity. He drove around and tried to get at least one more meeting in that morning but nothing was working out for him. For lunch, again he met Merissa. "I hate that I only get to see you like this." she said. "I'm sorry. Hey, do you want to come to my house?" "Where your wife is?" "Yeah. It'll be fun." "I can't do that." "Why not?" "Your wife is there." "I don't care. Keiko thinks I can't move on. Maybe if she sees that I already have she'll finally stop fighting to keep a marriage that never was." "Won't that get you in trouble?" "What trouble? I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison. What more trouble could I possibly get in? I mean really, I could go kill someone and it wouldn't add a day to my sentence. There are rapists who will serve less time than me." "Maybe you should just run." "Wherever I went, they'd find me." "You have to do something." "I could kill the prosecutor. If my child has to grow up without his father then his kids should have to do the same." "Henry, you know you're not going to kill anyone." "I could have Amy do it for me." "Are you and her still ... close?" "I won't lie to you." "Well?" "As much as ever." "Why?" "She's all I have." "No, cause you have me, too." "I told you if you want to be part of my family, then you're just ..." "Henry, I'm going to have your baby. You're not the gatekeeper of the family anymore. I'm in." "Then come spend the weekend with me." "I thought your sister was going to go see a doctor." "She was, but then I went to jail." "Well, me, you, and her are going to need to sit down and have a talk." "Great. Tomorrow at my house. You only need to show up." "Fine. I'll be there." Later that day, while Henry was making more copies of documents at an office supply shop, two police cars pulled up and officers got out. Shit. Henry started looking around for a back door to the place. Then, through the glass of the shop, Henry saw more cop cars come up and Henry looked around for security cameras. If he was going to get beat down, then he wanted it on camera. But no. The cops weren't coming in. Instead, it looked like there were two groups of cops outside and they were facing off with each other. Henry couldn't hear what they were saying and maybe he had to check his ego. Perhaps this had nothing to do with him. Eventually, that heavy set cop showed up and then one of the groups of police left. The other group was still outside waiting when the fat cop came into the shop and pointed Henry out of the crowd of on lookers. "Mr. Cooper, are you almost done here?" "Why are you asking?" "You're under a court order. Don't you think it's about time you went home to your wife." "I'm job hunting." The cop shook his head. "It's Friday afternoon. You got a job interview lined up or something?" "No, I'm making copies of ..." "Then come on. Get in your car and go home. I'll give you a police escort to make sure no one hinders your way." "What was all that about out there?" "Nothing for you to be concerned with. Now let's get you home before your wife starts to worry." Henry had been shaken up by all this and he felt himself getting more and more pissed off as he drove to that damn house. Henry walked into the house hours earlier than he wanted to be there. His sister wasn't there yet and Keiko was waiting for him. Henry rolled his eyes. What fucking bullshit was she going to spout off now? "Tomorrow, I'm having a ..." she started to say. "I don't fucking care. You want to talk to me then get out of your clothes." Henry walked around her and she called out to him with his name. Henry spun around and then put his finger in her face. "Master. That's what you call me. You're not worthy to use my name." He didn't let her get a word in. The fucking bitch, calling the cops to have them come and force him to go home. He ought to punch her just for that. Henry went into the study to hopefully get some work done on the computer if he had to be home and Keiko was following him. He figured he knew how to stop that. He slammed the door in her face as hard as he could and a piece of the door got broken in the process. This was fucking bullshit. Look at the time. There were still so many things he could get done today. He opened the lid on his laptop and as it sprung to life he heard a light tapping on the door. Oh, so she hadn't had enough yet. Maybe Henry would have to break something for the dumb child to finally fucking understand. "What?" he yelled out with hatred. He heard the door open but he wasn't even going to give her the satisfaction of looking at her. "I swear, if you're wasting my fucking time I'm going to wrap a metal bar around your fucking neck and hang you from the roof with it." "Master." he heard her say in a meek voice. "What?" he said with anger and then turned to look at her. She was standing by the door of the study with no clothes on. "Are you fucking playing with me?" "No, master." From the sound of her voice, she did not like saying that to him. "Fine. What? What do you want to say? And hurry it the fuck up." "Tomorrow I'm hosting a luncheon on the back lawn for some of my clients." "No." "It'll start at one and ..." "I said no. You don't have my permission to do that." "This is my house." Henry stood up and went to her. She started to back away from his approach. "This is My House." he said. "I pay the mortgage." "I don't care. If I live here then this is MY HOUSE." he screamed into her ear. "Not yours. MINE." She flinched like she thought he might actually hit her. "As long as I'm here, you can keep your whole fake fucking consulting bullshit out of my house." "It's not fake." "If you believe that then you're living in fucking fantasy land." "I have clients." "No you don't." "I do. I have paying clients." "All you have are a bunch of vultures who take advantage of you and steal my money. But you're too fucking stupid to realize it." "They have been paying our bills." "Your bills. My bills were being paid by the taxpayers until you had the bright fucking idea to force me to come live with you." "You're my husband." "No, I'm not. I'm just a guy you tricked into letting you leech off of him. But that shit is over." "Please. Tanomu. Please." she said as she started to cry. Henry considered her for a moment. "The mother of my children is coming here tomorrow. You don't touch her. You don't look at her. You don't speak to her. Got it?" "What?" "I ASKED YOU IF YOUR STUPID ASS GOT IT?" "I got it. I got it." Henry came close to her and very calmly whispered into her ear. "If I find out you even glanced in her general direction I'll burn this whole fucking house down ... With ... You ... In It." "What about my luncheon?" "I already said no." "Please. It's very important." "Not to me. Some asshole shows up here who I don't know and I'll gut him. This is my house and I'm going to defend it." "Ok. We won't come in the house. But please. I have to make this ..." "Then you should have thought about that before fucking me over and lying about me." "We need this. I mean it. I'm not lying. We don't have enough money for ..." "And whose fault is that? Oh, right. Yours. Because you don't know how to live on a budget or save a fucking cent." "We're going ... to lose ... the house." "I don't ... fucking ... care." "Why are you being like this?" "Because you're a bitch who doesn't know the first fucking thing about being a good wife. Epic fail. That's you. You ruined my life. The least you could have done was let me be a father but you were too fucking wrapped up in your own bullshit. So now you're too late. I'm going to have a kid but not with you." She was silent. He waited for her to say something but she was silent. Oh, so she lost her taste for battle. Fine. Let her stand there and look stupid. He went back to his computer and started looking at his email. From the corner of his eye he could see that she was still standing there. Oh, look at that. Interesting. An investment group was interested in some of Henry's ideas. Henry typed a response to their question and sent it off. Then he looked at the numbers and wondered what he could say in a new video. She was still there in the room. She wasn't making any noise or anything but just her being there was starting to annoy him. "Why are you still here?" "I need those clients." "Well then you better make plans to have your little fucking lunch bullshit somewhere else." "It's not that easy." "Of course not. Because nothing is easy for an idiot like you. The dumbest fucking bimbo out there is smart enough to get pregnant but somehow you just can't manage to do it right." In response to his words, she got down on her hands and knees and put her forehead all the way to the floor and deliberately let her hair go a bit wild. Henry was unmoved. She didn't really mean it. She was just trying to manipulate him. "Odanasama. Please forgive me." she said. Henry went over to her and then walked behind her. He put one knee down and she flinched when his hand touched her. Wow. Look at that ass. They almost never did it doggy style, even way back during those few handful of times he had fucked her. "Get up." he said. She shook her head no. No! Well then fine. He'd have to punish her for insubordination. He spit into his hand and then slapped that hand to her pussy. "Ouch." Henry got out of his pants and with no concern for her comfort, he rammed his dick into her. Her body tensed up. "What are you doing?" "You can't figure it out? Figures." Henry fucked her and fucked her while her face was planted on the floor. This was a nice change of pace for them. The only problem with it was that it looked like Keiko was actually enjoying it a bit. Oh well. There was nothing he could do about that. "Henry. Oh. Henry." "What did I tell you?" "Aahh." Her heavy breathing was preventing her from saying anything coherent. Henry slapped her ass and left a red mark in the shape of his hand. Viciously he fucked her as he tried to paddle her with his hips. He grabbed her hair and pulled until she yelled. She was going to make him the bad guy, then he would be the bad guy. "Endisuke. Kimochi. Hanku." She moaned that as well as a bunch of other gibberish Henry didn't understand. Henry felt his own heat building up too much for the shirt he was wearing so he pulled it off. That action might have been premature, however, as his fake wife started to hit an orgasm despite Henry not wanting this to be pleasurable for her. Henry was nowhere near being able to cum but once his wife was finished he figured he'd go ahead and let her get up. Henry got his pants back on but felt like he needed to cool off a bit before the shirt could be worn again. He sat back at the desk and just looked at her with her face still looking at the floor. "Get up, dummy." She slowly got to her feet while remaining in a humble posture. "Husband, I need those new clients tomorrow. It's very important. Please." "This again?" "Tanomu. Hontoni daiji." Henry used to think it was cute. Now he just hated it when she started speaking shit he didn't understand. "Ok. You can have your little fake luncheon thing for your little fake job that's only in your head. But the first one of those faggots that comes to bother me will get his throat cut." "Husband, I mean no disrespect." "Ok. You win. Now go." "Husband. Your sister may ... frighten some people." "Bitch I will slap you if you say one bad word about my sister." "Husband, please understand. Her gun may scare some people. Could you please ask her not to walk around with it?" "No. I feel safer with her carrying." "Could I ask that she stay ... um ... out of sight. It's just for a couple of hours." "Keep your mutants out of my house and we won't have a problem." "Thank you, husband." "Now go. Get some clothes on before you catch a cold." She bowed to him and then left the room. Henry sat in the desk chair in a way that kept his sweaty back from touching it. He sort of felt like it was a bit of a throne. He looked at his inbox and it was filling up with requests for more information. The seeds he'd planted were starting to germinate. Good. He couldn't expect all of them to live to harvest but until he knew which would grow and which would die, he'd water them all evenly. Amy finally got home and Henry was finally back in his shirt. She'd gotten steaks for them and she wanted to cook them for him the way she'd been taught. "How much do you have?" "Some for tonight and some for tomorrow." "Make one for Keiko." "I thought she was a leaf nibbler." Henry nodded and then went to the stairs. Up on the second floor he knocked on Keiko's door. "What is it?" she called from inside. "Get out here." She opened the door slowly. "Yes, husband." "Downstairs." "Is your sister here?" "Does it matter?" "She ... has a gun." "Woman, it's dinner time and you're going to eat with us." Keiko sat at the dining table and had a look of utter disgust as meat was placed in front of her. "Eat it." her husband said to her. Henry watched as she faked gagging at the thought but he instructed her again to do it and he cut off a sliver. She brought it to her mouth but couldn't do it. She put the fork with the meat on it back to the plate. "I said, eat it. Put it in your mouth, chew and swallow." "Why do I have to eat this?" "Because you wouldn't let me eat anything for seven fucking years. Now eat it or I'll shove it down your throat." She again lifted the fork and brought the meat to her mouth. Henry watched it go in and then she started to chew even as she made faces to show her displeasure. "Ok. Is that enough?" "No. Finish your food." He felt like he was talking to a five year old. Keiko was still there, struggling to get through every bite long after Henry and Amy were both finished and Amy had washed all the dishes save Keiko's. Henry sat next to his wife and made sure every bit of that steak went into her mouth. "Alright. See. That wasn't so bad. Maybe if you start eating real food you'll finally get healthy enough to have a baby." She didn't say anything in return. Once he allowed it, she just got up and went back to her bedroom. Good, although, maybe he was going crazy but he was feeling less angry towards her for some reason. Back in the study Henry looked at all the numbers. Making money off of a commodity that was going to go up in value was easy. You just need to buy low and sell high. How could he make money off of something that was going to go down in value? With stocks you could short them but how could you do that with stuff that wasn't stocks? How do you short a diamond? How do you short the fish market when it wasn't traded on the stock market? Then again, if Henry was right and a huge scandal was going to erupt, fish in stores would go up in price a lot because distribution would get a little haywire. Henry checked his previously uploaded videos. A grand total of 12 people had viewed it and there were several comments from people who didn't like the sound of Henry's voice. According to the internet, he sounded like he needed to blow his nose. A couple of other people said the video was just a get rich quick scam that would never work and just land you in jail. If they only knew. Henry put out no new video that night. Instead he just focused on what he needed to do the next day. Then Henry remembered that it was the weekend and that might actually mean he'd be trapped at the house all day. Maybe he'd get lucky and Keiko would just go shopping and stay out of his hair for most of the day. Amy came into the study to ask what he was up to. The siblings chatted a a bit about what they might say to Merissa and what her response might be. Somehow, talking turned into Amy sitting on Henry's lap. Her sitting on Henry's lap turned into her taking her shirt off. Then, since her tits were right there, Henry had to go ahead and suck on them. While this was going on, Henry noticed Keiko come into the study. For just a split second, he thought about stopping and trying to keep their incest a secret. But just as soon as the thought came, he dismissed it. He didn't care what she thought. He didn't care what she told people. Fuck her. In fact, he was going to fuck his sister right in front of her as a huge 'Fuck You' to his wife. And that was just what Henry did. Amy's ass was on the desk in the study right next to Henry's computer and he started to fuck her as Keiko sat and silently watched from a chair at the far end of the room by the bookshelves. This was nice. This was amazing. Henry smiled so much. This was fun. Having an audience somehow made sex with his sister ten times better. Keiko reached out for him and touched Henry on the shoulder. "Please stop." she said. "No." Keiko was going to say something more but Amy interrupted her. "You heard him, bitch. He said no. Get the fuck out of here and give us some privacy." "Husband, you have to make yourself available to me." "You're bringing that up?" "I'm not going to fight you anymore. If you want a baby then ..." "You don't really want a baby." "Maybe I changed my mind." "I already had sex with you today." "But you didn't ... finish." Henry got a great idea. She wanted him to finish, then he'd finish. He kissed his sister and then he started to cum in her. Amy felt it and she allowed herself to flow into an orgasm with him. The siblings had their arms around each other and they locked into position so they could each have climax together. Henry ended his kiss with his sister and then turned to Keiko. "Sorry, honey. I'm all tapped out for today. You'll have to ask me tomorrow." She looked sad but she said nothing. She bowed and then left.

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Title: How Did You Know? Tags: beth paused, necklace mother, miss sex, rode silence, work life, shit dad, beer pizza, deck door, mother years, yeah asked *If your daughter sets you up for the sexual encounter of your life, is it Incest? Well, I’ve wondered about that too!* “Do you miss sex?” Beth asked. “WHAT?” I asked incredulously. “I dunno, I’m just askin’.” Beth said quietly. “Bethany, that’s a little out of line.” I said, and jerked the steering wheel to the left. Damn near drove off the road when she said that. I noticed her fingering her necklace. The necklace her mother and I had given her years ago when she graduated from High School. She always had it on, and long ago we’d noticed that if she was anxious or nervous about something, she’d play with it as she was doing now. It was the Christmas Day, well, the night of Christmas day, and fairly late. We had just spent the day with family and it had snowed the whole time. Beth had had a few glasses of wine, and felt she shouldn’t be driving by herself, so I was taking her home. The first Christmas without her mother, my wife of thirty five years, and it had gone much smoother than I thought it would. They say the year of firsts is the toughest, and to be honest Christmas was something I dreaded. Each birthday, anniversary, the various holidays throughout the year, all of it was bad, and I was relieved to realize that I was almost at the end of the first year. I must be honest though, each day was no better or worse than the last, and I was beginning to question if there was some magic feeling that would overtake me as the first anniversary of her death came and went. Maybe the people that had coined the phrase “the year of firsts” knew something I didn’t, and I was anxious about the date coming up because I was cautiously optimistic that my life would change for the better. As it was; my life seemed pretty dull, and dreary. There’s something else you need to know too. When Polly died in a car wreck I was instantly aware of people’s well intentioned stupidity. Don’t really know how else to put it other than that. My own mother, a day after the funeral, told me how young and good looking I was and I’d find another soon enough. To be honest, I’ve not had three words with her since then. Most people want to make you feel better, find something profound to say in the hope that it will lift your spirits. Most of them fail miserably. Even the grief counselors, who worked with us didn’t seem to get a handle on the depth of our pain, and would go off into “idle speak” where words are coming out of their mouths and jumping into our ears with no affect what-so-ever in easing the pain. My son, my daughter, and myself, all had had those moments with well intentioned “friends.” The best thing anyone said to me was a neighbor, “Phil, I don’t know what to say, I can’t relate to your loss, but know this: I’m right there (as he pointed to his house), and if you need anything, you just ask.” Funny, he’s the first one I got really drunk with about a month later. I cried for hours and he just sat there with his arm around me, silently, dutifully, and let me have my moment. Now there’s my kind of guy. So I’m driving my slightly tipsy daughter home, who’s obviously had just enough to drink to loosen her tongue. She just spoke of what most people only think about, and I’m absolutely dumbfounded. Oh well I thought, chalk it up to the booze. “Dad, I’m not trying to hurt you, but as a divorcee, I’m just saying, I miss the sex. Don’t miss the hassle and the fights, but I miss the sex.” Apparently she wasn’t going to drop the subject. “That’s more information than I need.” I said a little testily. We rode in silence for a bit and felt relief as we pulled onto her street and slowed down for her driveway. “You know what else?” She asked. “Probably not.” I said, now getting a little more than pissed. “I think a woman invented the vibrator. Men couldn’t be that kind.” “God-damn it Beth, that’s enough, that’s certainly a visual I didn’t need. You got your keys?” I glared at her. She smiled, held up her keys, and opened the door. Leaning across the seat she kissed me on the cheek and said: “Thanks for the lift dad, I’ll see ya later.” Relieved when she slammed the door, I waited to make sure she got into the house okay, backed out of the driveway, and headed the seven miles back home. Good God what was she thinking I wondered. By the time I got home it was pretty quiet. My son and his wife had left with their little girl, and my brother and his wife were just heading to bed. I was so glad they had decided to come and spend the holiday with us. They’d arrived a week before Christmas and it had been nice to have the house full of noise, the smell of baking cookies and all the hustle and bustle that went along with getting ready for Christmas. Their three children were so full of life and I loved the noisy racket they brought with them. Tom and Sherry would fly home in the morning, and I’d be back to an empty house, which I dreaded. “Want one more drink?” Tom asked as he poured himself one. “Sure, why not.” I replied. We sat down in the living room in front of the fire, neither saying a word, but just stared into the fire place for a bit. “I’m glad we came out Phil.” My brother said. “Me too, and I’ll admit that while it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, I can’t imagine how it would have been without you guys here. Thanks again for coming.” “Not a problem.” Tom said and we both got quiet again. A few moments later Tom’s wife Sarah came into the room carrying her own drink, and quietly sat next to me on the couch. Putting her arm around me she squeezed my shoulder, smiled, and said; “Merry Christmas Phil, you doing okay?” “Yeah I guess. I mean what can I say? I’m just glad it’s over. Kids seem okay, and I was worried about them. I’m so grateful you guys were here.” Sarah leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and smiled. “We were glad to do it hon.” She said, and then looking at my brother finished, “I’m going to bed Tom; I’m beat and tomorrow will be a long day for all of us. Damn I wish we didn’t have a six hour layover in Chicago.” She finished, got up, gave Tom a kiss, and headed down the hallway to bed. I glanced after her walking down the hallway and caught myself looking at her ass as she glided away from us. Good Lord, Beth’s right, I do miss the sex I thought, and then glanced back at Tom who thankfully didn’t notice me eyeballing his wife. We finished our drinks, said goodnight to one another and after a brotherly hug went to bed. The next morning things got a little hectic. We were about a block from home when their youngest daughter realized her doll was missing, and after retrieving it got back on the road to the airport. I wanted to go into the terminal with them but Tom reminded me that with all the security it would be a mad house anyway, so I dropped them at the curb and headed back home. My cell phone rang and it was Beth wanting to know if we’d made it on time and after I told her we had, she went on: “Dad, I know the house is a mess, and I’m pretty much off until after the first of the year, so you want some help cleaning up?” She asked. “You bet,” I replied, relieved that she was willing to help out. The last ten days had created quite a mess around the place, plus I wanted the decorations down, bedding washed and all the other thousand things that needed to get straightened away now that Christmas was over. “You wanna pick me up on your way by here?” She asked. “My car is still at your place.” “Sure, I should be there in about twenty-five minutes.” I said and after our good byes, hung up. Arriving at her house I gave a quick toot on the horn and Beth bounded out looking much better than when I had seen her last. She wasn’t a morning person, so I was pleased to see she was bright eyed and bushy tailed as she opened the door and climbed in. “Mornin’,” she said, and leaned over to kiss me. “Mornin’ hon,” I replied. “So is it going to snow more?” She asked and then said, “I’m sick of shoveling this crap already, I sure don’t want any more.” “According to the weather, we’ll get a couple days break, and maybe more snow on the weekend.” “Great, the boys will be back then, and I’ll have some help.” She started, and then finished with, “You hungry?” “Yeah, I’ll fix something when we get home.” “Good, I’m starved.” We rode in silence then, driving through the subdivisions, tires squeaking on the new snow, and shading our eyes from the bright light of the sun glaring off the surrounding areas. Occasionally someone would be out in their driveway shoveling and wave as we went by. It was one of those peaceful days, full of promise and energy that if you worked it right, by night fall you’d be exhausted and more than ready to sleep. God knows I needed to sleep better than I had been; maybe tonight would be that night. When we got home Beth went back to the bedrooms and began stripping the beds while I went into the kitchen, fixed bacon and eggs and called to her as the toast popped up. “It’s ready,” I hollered down the hallway. “Okay, be right there,” she responded. We sat and ate, made small talk and decided that we should stick to it all day and get everything done. I was pleased she’d decided to stay and said so. “That’s okay, I guess after running my mouth last night, I owe ya.” Beth said. “Let’s not go there again, K?” I asked. “Whatever,” she said and not too sweetly. She picked up her dishes, put them in the sink, and then headed back down the hallway to continue the cleaning. The day went quickly enough. All the decorations came down, the living room and family rooms were put back together with their normal things, and soon enough it was late afternoon. “I’m famished,” Beth said coming into the living room where I was vacuuming. I shut the machine off and asked her if she’d like to have pizza brought in. Beth said yes and within the hour the pizza was delivered to the door. We both decided to have beer with the pizza, and after some more small talk Beth looked straight at me with a serious look on her face. “You’re still pissed about last night aren’t you?” She asked. “Not really mad,” I said, “but a little embarrassed about it I suppose.” “Can I press this?” She was staring at me with an expressionless face, but her eyes bore into me with a hint of anger. “I’d prefer you didn’t.” I replied. “What you prefer and what you’ll tolerate are two different things.” She observed. Well, that was true enough. Our children had always been told that no subject was taboo, or couldn’t be discussed when they wanted to talk about something, and this was obviously something she wanted to talk about. “So why do you want to know that?” I asked quietly. “I guess you need to answer the question.” She replied. “Do I miss sex? Yes, I suppose I do, but more than that, I miss holding her. I dunno Beth, I go to sleep in a cold bed, in the middle of the night I roll over and find the spot where your mother slept cold and that wakes me up. The alarm goes off in the morning and I shake a cold pillow awake instead of her. I miss the cuddling ya know? I never realized how much I’d miss wrapping my arms around her just for the sense of belonging. The world was a better place with her here and I’m not so sure if I’ll ever get used to this.” “So you do miss it, is that right?” Beth asked. “Well of course I do, but it’s the afterwards part that I really miss. So why do you need to know this?” I looked directly at her as I asked. “Well, don’t get pissed, but the other day you were the subject of a talk I had with my girlfriends.” “Really?” I asked quite incredulously. “Remember last week when my friends and I went out for dinner?” She asked, and I nodded my head. “Well, we were talking about what we missed most of all by not being married.” She started. “Wait a minute, of the five of you, two are still married.” I reminded her. “Yes, but… well okay it was Tiffany, Becky and I that really talked it over, the others listened to us. Well, at the end they joined in ‘cause, well shit dad, I don’t know how to tell you this.” “Tell me what?” I’m concerned now. I’m getting this feeling of impending doom but don’t quite know which direction the disaster is coming from. “Wait a minute,” Beth started, “I don’t want to screw this up.” She took the last bit of pizza, chewed slowly, and then chased it down with a swallow of beer. “Can we have a smoke?” She asked. “Sure,” I said, and slid the pack to her. She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, lifted her beer, and after swallowing it, slowly exhaled. “Okay, here’s how it went, and please don’t interrupt me.” “We’re sitting there and someone, it might have been Beck, started bitching about men and sex. I mean we’re all playing this dating game, and none of us is thrilled about it. So we were talking about the things we missed, and what we really didn’t miss at all.” “Things we don’t miss are picking up after our husbands, doing all the cooking when we work too, always doing the laundry, that kind of thing. It was getting pretty nasty and bitchy when Tiff said that there was one good thing she missed, and we all looked at her.” “I miss getting laid,” Tiff said, and then went on with, “I miss not having to get out of bed, get dressed and then drive home, or worse getting laid and not having to walk the guy to the door because he’s nervous as hell wanting to get away from me ‘cause he’s just popped his nuts, and wants to get as far away from me as he can. With my husband, sex was great, and when it was done we both got to go to sleep in the bed we’d just made love in. Now I’ll grant ya, he’s an asshole about everything else, but the concept of getting fucked and then going to sleep in the same bed is nice.” “We all laughed about that, and talked a little more when someone asked me how you were doing. I said fine for the most part, but you have your bad days too, and she says; ‘No, no, I mean about sex, is he getting any?’ “I was a little surprised, but said I’d never thought about it and she said, “Well, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve thought about it with him, and I’d do him in a heartbeat.” “Who said that?” I asked. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you.” Beth said. “Why not?” I asked. “Well, I’m getting to that, please don’t interrupt, this is harder than I thought it would be.” Beth paused for a moment. “Can I have another beer?” She asked. I got up to get another beer and grabbed one for myself too. I shouldn’t be even thinking about this much less talking about it, but the subject was intriguing to say the least. I returned to the table and handed Beth her beer. “Okay, so the ice was broken, and we’d probably had enough to drink to loosen our tongues, but the conversation finally ended up with we’re pretty sure that you’re not having sex and there are three women that want to have it with you.” Beth said evenly, and then added, “But not all at the same time.” I stared at my daughter, but said nothing. “So we came up with a plan and while all of us agreed on how to go about it, there are only three women who will do it. Actually the fourth one wants to, but doesn’t think she could live with the guilt.” Beth paused, staring at me, and then shrugged her shoulders. “Interesting.” I observed. “What is?” Beth asked. “You’ve just told me that I know four women who want to have sex with me, for sex’s sake only, and that two of them are married.” I looked steadily at Beth. “Not really dad, there are five women that want to but only three have the guts.” She said and dropped her eyes. “Beth?” I asked gently, “Explain that.” “Shit dad, you’re a good looking guy, I told you last night I miss sex, so I’ve thought about it, so what? I mean don’t be mad, I know you’d never be able to do anything about me, but I’m being honest here that’s all.” “And the married women? You think I should do that?” I asked. “Dad, you need to do what you need to do, but I think you’ll understand when I tell you that you’ll never know who it is, even after you’ve done it, or her or them, or… Never mind.” “Are you trying to tell me that I can have sex with a woman and never know who it is? I think that’s a bit of a stretch don’t you?” “Not at all dad. Look, you’re room is dark as pitch. You couldn’t find the floor in there unless you fell on it. I’ve never understood how you and mom found your way around when it was dark and all the blinds and curtains were closed. It would be easy for a woman to slip in there, have sex, and leave without you ever knowing who it was.” “Well, there are a few body differences between these women. I think I could tell.” I said. “Not really. Tiff and Becky are built alike, while Nancy, Kelly, and I are all the same size. In fact think about it. Tiff and Beck both have the same hair style. Nancy, Kel, and I do too. You have one out of two women one way and one out of three women the other.” “You’re included?” I asked. “Oh no, sorry. I guess its one out of two either way isn’t it. But you’d never know who, and she’d never tell a soul.” “Too late for that.” I said. “What do you mean?” Beth asked “I know who they all are, and they all know who’s willing to do it, so how could any of it be a secret?” “Good point I guess. Well, does it matter? I mean Dad, you’d get laid.” “Is that the point? I need to get laid? Come on Beth, this is too ridiculous to imagine in the first place. I’ve known all these girls since they were little, which, come to think of it, isn’t that long ago. I don’t know how you could even go there with them, in the conversation I mean.” “Dad, I love you. I told you, it’s a dating bitch out there. You’re the kind of guy women look for and most importantly you’re safe.” Beth finished. “Safe?” He inquired. “Yes, God dad, AIDS, HIV, whatever, you’re as safe as they get.” “Well, your two married friends are safe too if they’re not fucking around on their husbands.” I was a little testy now, but held back what I really wanted to say. “You’re right, but think about it okay? I’m only asking that you think about it, because there are some women who really want an answer, and they’re just as adamant.” “I think we can change the subject now,” I said, and got up, headed to the kitchen, downing my beer as I went. “You ready to go home?” I asked. “Sure.” Beth said as she got up and retrieved her coat. I drove her home then and very little was said. Beth felt she’d ruined everything, but I was beginning to wonder silently if maybe what had been proposed could actually happen. For two days nothing really did occur. Beth’s boys got home from their Christmas stay with their father, and life seemed to drift back to normal, if there was any such thing as normal I thought. We talked twice on the phone and both times Beth brought the subject up. At first I feigned anger, but did admit to her that the thought was intriguing. I’d never tell her that masturbation was filling me with more guilt than the thought of fucking her friends, but that’s where I was headed. I’d actually started to fantasize about it. Nancy specifically I guess. She was a knock out, and her body was one nice piece of work, well actually she and Kelly both had the same bodies, but they were the ones I liked. Large breasts, small waists and just right legs. It was just that Nancy had a way to look at you with those sultry eyes and that “Fuck me” look on her face as she glanced at you which very few women could pull off. I was already secretly hoping it would be her. Problem was; she came with a husband. The following Friday afternoon the phone rang just as I came through the door. “Dad?” It was Beth. “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked. “Wanna go get some beer and pizza?” She asked. “What about the boys?” “They’re spending the night with friends, so it’s cool.” “Sure, you driving or am I?” I asked. “Why don’t I pick you up this time?” “Fine, see you when?” I’m looking at my watch and noticing it’s already 5:45 PM. “Twenty minutes okay with you?” “Sure, see you then.” I answered and hung up. Beth was there a few minutes later and within a half hour we were drinking beer and waiting for the pizza. Beth asked me point blank if I was ready for what she’d proposed, and going directly to the point I said yes, I was. I’d thought it over and decided that if these women were willing to do it, I was too. “Shit honey, I miss the physical connection.” I said, and Beth nodded. Then Nancy and Becky appeared out of nowhere and I went nervous. Nancy looked at me and asked how I was, and while I wanted to say “hard,” I refrained and said – “Okay.” After a few hesitant starts at conversation, I settled down, drifted into some easy talk about the weather, work, and life in general and before I knew it the pizza was gone, the beer pitcher about empty and I felt a slight glow as we got up to go. Nancy and Beck had left a few minutes before and while it was nice to see them I was relieved to have them gone. I do remember watching Becky walk away from me and glancing at her ass. Nice ass too I might add. It was one of those heart shaped numbers that she could move and yours would race. “So, you okay?” Beth asked as we got into the car “Yeah, why?” I asked. “Oh, I dunno, but you seemed awful nervous while they were here.” Beth said, but was smiling as she did, and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. “So if the deck door was unlocked tonight, you suppose that would be a problem?” She inquired. “Not from where I’m sitting,” I answered, and suddenly I was mellow and a bit excited. “Just a couple of things you need to know though, and I hope you’re okay with this.” She paused, and then went on, “Whoever comes in tonight will do so after you’re asleep, and she’ll bring a blind fold. Is that okay?” “God Beth, this makes me nervous, I really don’t want to talk about this ya know?” I started. “I’ve had a few beers, I’m mellow, and I guess I know where this is going, but to be honest… well, talking about it doesn’t make it any better okay?” “Sure, anything else?” She asked. “Yeah just one, let’s just drop it.” “Okay,” she said, “But sleeping and the blind fold, is that okay?” I nodded yes, and within a couple of minutes, Beth dropped me at home. I went into the house, poured myself a straight whiskey, unlocked the deck door, and went to the bedroom. I sat there for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, sipped some of the whiskey, pulled back the covers, and fell into bed. Sleep didn’t come, I passed out. Tired, beer and the whiskey had accomplished it, but not any one over the others, just the combination. From way off in the gray fog of sleep, I felt the bed move and groggily crawled out of the dream I was having. The sweet scent of unfamiliar perfume drifted to me as I felt a soft band of cloth come over my eyes, and a soft shushing to me as I lifted my head for her to tie it. Then she pulled the covers back and slipped in with me; to my amazement, she was naked. The kiss was first. She started at my forehead, moved over my nose, and finally descended on my lips. Arriving there, it got intense instantly. She kissed, I kissed back, and tongues were touching in a heartbeat. My hands found her breasts at the same time hers found my cock and both were busy stirring things to new levels. The pierced nipples surprised me. I had no idea any of these women had nipple rings and this woman had one in each breast. I found that extremely erotic, not finding out, but knowing whoever it was had hidden it so well. Now let’s be honest for a moment. I’ve got a pool, hell I’ve got a great pool and I couldn’t count the number of times these women friends of Beth’s had come over in the past summer to hang around and relax. I’m a tit guy and yes, as often as my sunglasses were on, they were looking at boobs. Never saw a nipple ring through those pasty thin bikini’s though, not once. It was then I realized it was Nancy or Kelly. Tiffany and Beck were petite small breasted women. This girl had tits, and they were magnificent. I ached suddenly in ways I never had. I wanted in, I wanted to come, and I wanted to do it immediately. To hell with the fanfare, foreplay, or tenderness, I wanted to finish the race with this little filly and do it now. I rolled her over on her back, she spread her legs, and I was home in one swift thrust. Soft, wet, intensely hot, and within seconds I did exactly what I was in there for. I blew a load like I’d never done before. It stung, and burned and continued to spew until I was laying prone on her like a marathon runner who hadn’t quite gotten into shape and was lying stunned at the finish line. She pulled me closer as I lay on top of her, and kissed my temple, then my face, then my neck, and back to my temple again. Over and over and over she repeated that pattern while I caught my breath. “I’m sorry.” I whispered. “Its okay, it’s okay,” she replied in the same soft whisper. Her words had an almost motherly calming effect on me; I could fall in love with this I thought. I sat up and reached over to grab the whiskey glass that sat unfinished on the bedside table. Taking a drink, I offered her the glass, but she whispered no. I fumbled for my cigarettes, drew one out of the pack and after finding the lighter stroked it to life. I actually saw her then. Well, not her face, but I was looking down and the small gap between my eyes and cheek allowed a brief glimpse of her hip and womanhood. The dark hair didn’t register, what registered was the tattoo. It was a rose, small and petite, curved toward the center of her, and a brilliant red like I’d never seen before. Granted it was only a glimpse, but it settled into my mind with a firmness that I recognized as something I would never forget. I thought back to the pool and again couldn’t remember any tattoos on any of the women. I will admit though that this one was so close to her pubic hair that I doubt it would have shown above a bikini line. She sat up next to me and whispered, wondering if I liked what I saw, and when I denied I’d seen anything, her finger came up between my cheek and the blindfold and she caressed my eye lid. Busted, oh well, I thought, might as well say it. “That’s a beautiful tattoo.” I said. She leaned into me, breasts against my back and whispered. “Thanks,” then proceeded to tighten the band over my eyes. We sipped the whiskey and kissed for a bit. Not spit swapping, tongue down your throat kisses, but nice little pecks until I turned and laying her down began the ever slow journey to the center of her womanhood. I remained there through a least one of her orgasms, and then as I began to come back up, she rolled over and gained her knees. I knew what that meant and smiled at the thought. I knee walked to her backside and began to rub my cock around her cunt. She reached between her legs and grasped me so I placed both hands on her hips and prepared to push into her when she changed her position. Her butt came down slightly and she placed me dead center over her ass. For a moment I thought there must be some mistake, but there wasn’t. When I was against her opening, she thrust back so quickly I popped into the tightest opening I’d ever been in. She’d impaled herself on me and seemed happy doing so. Taking a moment to adjust, I slowly thrust forward and the magic began. Smooth as butter and tight as a vice, I could not believe we were doing this, and her groan was of a pleasure I’d never heard of. She not only wanted this, she loved it, and managed to begin a rocking motion that I was sure would tear my dick off, yet thrilled that I was keeping pace. For a fleeting moment I went back to when I met Nancy. She was probably ten at the time, and cute as a pin. As she and Beth had gone to school over the years I’ll admit I’d wondered about her as they entered their late teens, early twenties. What would her tits feel like? What lucky son-of-a-bitch got to put his dick in that? The kind of thoughts men have about their daughters friends, yet would deny on their own death beds that they’d ever had them. The down side of all of this was that this girl’s married now. Shit, I’m committing adultery, loving the feeling and hating the thought. Why couldn’t it have been Becky? Same yummy body, but not the same guilt. I was going to hell for this, but at the very moment I thought that I also thought, who gives a shit? This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to my fifty six year old ass and they’re gonna have to pry me off this piece of work with crow bars before they throw me to the fires of hell. I reach under her and gently grasp the nipple rings and begin to work them. Now I know nothing about nipple rings, what they do, or how they stimulate a person, but that didn’t matter. I took one in each hand and gently pulled while rotating her breasts with them at the same time. It was like putting a quarter in a mechanical bull. She started bucking and moaning and slamming her ass into me like there was no tomorrow. I’m beginning to wonder if the neighbor’s will hear the racket and call the police, (which freaks me out for a minute) and then realize I’m about to go off again and I have no idea if this mysterious figure below me is close or not. I concentrate on not popping off by pretending my dick is not getting the work out of his life and for a moment I win the battle. I win it just long enough for her to propel her voice through the super sonic range and at the very peak of her scream, she collapsed. I fall with her landing squarely on her back and worry for a moment that I’ve knocked her out. Her ass squeezes me, pulls me, and quickly sucks another load from me. I’m squirming atop this magnificent woman trying to get my dick out and slide off her but her ass is not letting that happen. Seconds later it does, and I do and gently pull up along side her. My face is in her hair right by her ear, and I’m wondering if she’s died or something, when she gently turns her face to me and kisses me on the lips. “Thanks, that was magnificent.” She whispers and rolls on her side to face me. One quick kiss, one sweet wonderful kiss, a slight hug and then she says. “I gotta go.” Now there’s reality. I’m already lonesome and she’s still laying here. I’m feeling guilty about her husband and what we’ve just done, and she’s facing the reality of life and getting ready to go back to it. I lean to her, take her face in both of my hands, and gently kiss her lips. “I understand,” I say and follow her body with my hand as she slides over me and gains her feet. She leans down and whispers, “My clothes are in the dining room, you stay in bed.” I don’t argue, I pull up the covers and slowly close my eyes. I’m gonna pay for this in the morning I know. My conscience is gonna kick in and I’ll have a hard time dealing with anything then, but now, right now, I bask in the thought that I’ve just had the best sex I’ve had in years. I pull the blind fold off and let it drop to the floor as I drop off to a sleep I’ve not known in months. A ringing phone brings me back to life. God, I’d fallen asleep and didn’t even realize it. Groggily I pick it up, as my mind begins to kick the shit out of my principles, but before I have time to go too far with that I hear. “How ya doing dad?” I’m not prepared for this; in fact it’s the worst thing I can think of. Okay, okay, my own daughter set up the encounter, she knows; she knows I know; and she knows I know she knows. Crap, I don’t want to talk to her, I don’t want to talk to anyone, but I answered the damn phone so what the hell. “Okay.” I reply. “Want to do breakfast?” She’s talking like nothing’s happened, and I’m thinking I should get a gun, shoot Nancy’s husband and drag her back here for more. That weird thought woke me up. “Sure, here or do you want to meet?” I ask. “I’ll come over there, say noon or so?” “Sure, that’ll be good.” I’m wondering how much time I have to clean up and clear my head when Beth says; “Cool, I’ll see ya in thirty minutes.” Okay, now I’m awake; wide awake. I’ve not slept this late in months, but kind of smile at myself. Careful what you ask for I thought. Just yesterday I was lamenting my lack of sleep, so I sure wasn’t going to complain because I’d actually gotten some now. Thirty minutes later Beth comes through the door, but my moods gone south. I’m pissed and as she walks toward me sitting in the kitchen, she senses something is really wrong, but says nothing. “Butt a little sore this morning?” I ask staring at her. “How did you know?” She asks turning white and slumping down in a chair. “You left this on the carpet in the bedroom.” I said, as I held up the necklace her mother and I had given her all those years ago. TO BE CONTINUED.

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Title: Companions Chapter 37: Destiny's Deceit by Evoquus Tags: Anal, F/F, Horse, Human, Lesbian, Oral [Companions Chapter 37] \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inappropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* \* \* \* \_COMPANIONS\_ \* by Evoquus \* \* \* (c) Copyright 2003, Evoquus, All rights reserved. \* \* Feedback is appreciated: [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) \* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, F/F, Human-Stallion-Mare, Anal, Oral Chapter 37: Destiny's Deceit A frightened scream nearby interrupted the frolicking threesome. "That's Malaya!" said Shianna in alarm. Pandora turned to Rovaun nervously, then the three of them took off to find her. The trembling young mare was pinned against a large rock behind a defiant Parceph and Hurroll, who were defending her from a menacingly aroused Bouceph. "Come on, Darlin'," he grinned lecherously. "You know you want it." He bounced his turgid cock up and down, flicking gobs of goo at her that splattered on the ground in front of her bodyguards. The clique, already on edge from the previous day, were quick to assemble. "Congratulations, Bouceph," said Pandora. "You have managed to appall even me." "She's barely a year old, you Creep!" shouted Shianna. "That's old enough to start a family," drooled Bouceph. "No it isn't," said Shianna, as if it were patently obvious to even the most mentally challenged. "We'll see," he replied, knowing something that she did not. "Mom, maybe you can wield your influence and ask these nice impotent horses to step aside." Pandora looked around. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?" Bouceph scowled at her. "Mom, do you have an issue?" "Why do you call me that?" "Because you're my MOTHER!" "Wrong, Billy," tsk-tsked Pandora. "Your mother was Zhorelle." "My mother IS Zhorelle!" he snorted. "Haven't you heard, Bouceph? Zhorelle is dead." "Mom... what are you saying?" His attention no longer on the little Malaya, he approached the black mare with genuine concern. Parceph and Hurroll whisked the frightened young mare away to safety. "Bouceph," said Pandora with a motherly flair. "With the best of intentions, you SCREWED UP!" "What?" "I am not Zhorelle. And now, thanks to you, I am not Daniel Racher, either. You murdered him just as surely as you murdered Jeremiah, today." Gasps erupted from the clique. This was the first that any had heard of this. Rovaun and Shianna gaped at each other in shock. Sorrow would come later. "No! I didn't murder him! He knew the risks." "Perhaps you're right, Bouceph. It looked like murder to me, but then I suppose my opinion could be biased. Negligent homicide, then. Banishment, I should think, would be an appropriate sentence, don't you, Harlok?" "With all due respect," said the Elder Palomino, "that is for me to decide AFTER a fair trial has been held." "Forgive me, Elder," she said, momentarily forgetting her role in this society. "I meant no disrespect." The Elder snorted. Pandora realized that damage control would require a lot more than verbally distancing herself from her son. "Elder," she said bowing her head, "my behavior yesterday was unforgivable. There is nothing I can say to excuse it away. But that horrible creature is not who I am, and I have foresaken her name as the first step toward starting anew. I am Pandora. I truly regret all of the suffering I caused. All I can say is I'm sorry, and hope that you will believe me sincere." Several Hipponaurs murmured skeptically. "My husband Rovaun and my dear friend Shianna have found it in their hearts to forgive me, because they believe, as do I, that my soul is human. It belonged to a wonderful man named Danny, and I thank God that Bouceph was not able to change that. Daniel Racher is gone, but he left me his legacy, and as Pandora I pledge to live up to his soul's high standards. If there are any among you whom I have wronged, and you cannot find it in your hearts to forgive me, then I ask only that you allow me to make amends. I know that talk is cheap, for some more than others." Most Hipponaurs agreed only with that last statement. It caught her off guard, humiliating her, but she remained respectfully contrite. "She's telling the truth," chimed Shianna excitedly. "She let me kick her ass! It was soooo worth it! And she'll let YOU kick her ass, too..." Pandora's eyes widened as she stared at the ground. "... So come on, everyone. Get in line. Take a number. This is the opportunity you've all been waiting for, your big chance to get even... Oh yeah, there's just one small catch." The pretty white mare raised her hackles and growled like a rabid Rottweiler. "You'll all have to go through me, first." Pandora smiled and nuzzled her cheek. "Thanks, Sugar," she whispered. Shianna the bull dyke pecked her lover on the lips then returned her menacing glare to the crowd. Most Hipponaurs needed no more convincing. Only one stepped forward to challenge. "Mom, I can fix you." "Give it up, Bouceph," said Pandora. "Haven't you heard, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it?' I wish you hadn't fixed me in the first place!" "But Mom..." "You're on your own now, Bouceph. You have my pity, but you are not my son. Your mother is dead. May she finally rest in peace." Bouceph stared at her in disbelief. Just then Hurroll came galloping back to whisper news to the Elder, who then passed it from Hipponaur to Hipponaur. Several stallions and mares departed. Hurroll came up to Rovaun. "Malaya is gone," he said, desperately. "What!?" yelled Shianna. "How could that happen!?" "Parceph and I were only gone for a minute to bring her food and water. When we got back to the shelter, she had vanished." Off in the distance on the side of a hill, a large pine toppled over mysteriously. Several Hipponaurs turned to see what had happened, but most did not give it any concern. Bouceph saw the tree and he saw the hill of his destiny. He looked up at the sun, which was nearing the hilltop. There was at most thirty minutes of daylight left. "Did Malaya leave any tracks?" asked Shianna. "A few, but they are not easily distinguishable in the terrain. We need everyone to fan out..." "Not everyone," said Harlok. "Rovaun, are you sound?" "Yes, Elder." Then I need you and Hurroll to guard Bouceph to be held for trial. "But Elder..." "Do not worry, Hurroll. We will find your daughter. I will assist in the search. Shianna and Pandora will accompany me." The mares followed the Elder while Rovaun and Hurroll stayed behind to keep an eye on Bouceph, who nervously monitored the sun's progress. "Thanks for fucking up Mom again," he sneered. "Shut up... my Son. "Miss your balls?" "When I decide to kick you in them, Bouceph, you can be sure that I will not miss." Rightfully intimidated, Bouceph pointed his testicles in a direction out of his father's reach. "You know, Mom says I'm a better lover than you." "And she talks to you from beyond the grave, does she? How is Elvis?" For several minutes the stallions all stared at each other with mutual loathing, then Bouceph perked up his eyes and ears. "I guess they found her." Rovaun and Hurroll turned to see, then the stallion bolted in the opposite direction. Rovaun tore after him, but Hurroll held him back. "Let him go, Rovaun. Please help me find my little girl." With five minutes of sunlight to spare, Bouceph made it to the hillside for his destined rendezvous with the virginal Malaya. He recognized the landmarks and the terrain, but Malaya had not yet arrived. Then, hearing her footsteps approach, he crouched behind a bush so as not to scare her off. But the Hipponaur that emerged from the trees was not the young mare he was expecting. "Hello, Bouceph," said the stallion. The bush was too small to conceal him from a full-grown stallion's perspective. He stood up to challenge the other. "Hello, Parceph. What are you doing here?" "Looking for Malaya. What are you doing here?" "Just watching the sunset." "Considering suicide? I'd be happy to assist." Bouceph looked around nervously. If the mare saw them both here, she might easily change her mind. And there was no way that Parceph was going to allow their mating to take place. He had to get him to leave. "I know where Malaya is." "Where!" snorted Parceph. "Why should I tell you?" "Could it be because you owe me a debt or two or several billion?" "Look, Parceph, I'm sorry about your mate, but I swear it was all his idea." "You're so full of shit, Bouceph." "No! We had a deal!" "What deal!?" "He would let me do him once a day for a hundred..." "Just stop talking," said Parceph, shaking his head in disgust. "I hear words but they're garbled. Nothing that comes out of your filthy lying hole makes any sense." "I SWEAR I'm not making this up!!" "And I swear that you are a lying, murdering, shit-wallowing dung beetle." The sun just touched the horizon. Bouceph could not figure out where Malaya was. She should have been there by now. She was probably hiding. "Go! Just go!" he insisted. "Get out of here!" "Why." "Because Malaya is MINE!" he boasted. "We are going to be bond mates." "In your dreams." "Yes! Exactly! In my dreams. We mate tonight right on this hill. She's a tight squeeze but, ohhhh, she loosens up well." "You fucking bastard!" "That's my plan," he smirked. "So you see Parceph, it's my destiny, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." "I can try." Parceph prepared to lunge at him, but his feet became inexplicably weighted down. "You'll have to try harder than that." Bouceph scanned the trees. "Where the fuck is that little cunt! MALAYA!!! Damn her!" Parceph struggled against his invisible bonds, but then settled down to change tactics. He considered the sunset. Bouceph saw him thinking about it and turned to admire it with him. "Pretty, isn't it? Malaya thinks so." Then he mockingly whispered as if sharing a secret, "Too bad you didn't bring Hurroll with you. The two of you just might have pulled off a coup." "You're insane, Bouceph. You and Malaya - it'll never happen." "Oh it happens, dear Parceph, along with so much more. Destiny showed me. Her first foal is born in a year, a beautiful little girl named Pixel, and every year after that, they all just keep lining up for me." "You dreamed that!?" said Parceph in alarm. "This afternoon. Guess I fell asleep while waiting for Mom to come home. I'll tell you another fantastic little secret: It only takes a couple of weeks for a thirsty young mare and her daughter to prefer stallion piss to water. You should see the little darlin's come a-runnin' when Daddy rings the dinner bell, fightin' to see who gets first dibs on his teat." Parceph gaped in horror. "And it warms my soul to see Malaya instructing young Pixel on the proper techniques of how to make Daddy so very happy. Ohhh, my Destiny is so be..." "nnnnnnnNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Parceph exploded a psychic blast directly at Bouceph. The gloating stallion did not see it coming, did not know what hit him, and did not have a hope in hell of surviving it. Bouceph collapsed in a lifeless heap, and Parceph found he could move again. He stood over the body and sighed with mixed emotions, glad that it was over, and terribly angry that it was necessary. How could one rotten soul cause so much pain to the undeserving? Now it was he who had to account for his sins. The stallion bellowed his second banshee cry of the day. Its hollow mournful wail palled the valley with profound sadness, beckoning all to grieve and to atone. The cry caught the ears of those it intended to call, and also attracted the attention of two travelers, a human and his Clydesdale. Azgard stopped dead in his tracks when his ears detected it. His rider could tell at once that the summons was not a wedding announcement. "Hold on, Companion," said Azgard, shifting into high gear. "This isn't good, is it," bounced Fred. "No." Within a few minutes, they heard more wails join the lament. "My God," said Fred, "how many of them are there?" "If Destiny is kind, Companion, then I would say ALL of them... save but one." Fred wanted to cover his ears as the sorrowful cries grew nearer and louder, but to do so meant letting go of the straps that kept him on his mount. Thankfully, the cries died down, just as the two of them reached the clearing on the hill where the rest of the clique had gathered. Azgard and Fred recognized the fallen stallion. "Talk about deja vu," said Fred. "I thought Garson was already dead in this timeline." "I don't believe that is Garson, Companion. It is... or was Rovaun's son." "Oh no." The crowd separated to allow Bouceph's parents to view the body together. Parceph remained humble and prostrate next to it. "What happened?" Fred asked Shianna. "I don't know. But it looks like Parceph killed Bouceph," she whispered. "Why would he do that?" Fred gasped. The Parceph he knew was much gentler than that. "Probably because Bouceph killed Jeremiah." "WHAT!??" The other Hipponaurs snorted at Fred to show some respect. "Azgard," Fred hyperventilated, "I needed to talk to Jerry!" "I know, Companion... I am sorry." "Rovaun and Pandora," Parceph said solemnly. "I will not ask for your forgiveness, for I am unworthy of it. I murdered your son." "No Parceph!" "Are you sure you do not wish to amend this confession, Parceph?" said Harlok. "Surely it was self-defense." "No Elder," said the honorable stallion. "It was pre-meditated from the beginning. I planned it. I lured him here. I killed him. And my only regret is that it had to be done." Hurroll stepped forward with head lowered in contrition. "Elder, I, too, played a roll in this deception." "No, Hurroll," said Parceph. "You did not know that I planned to kill him. Elder, Hurroll's only crime was that of staging Malaya's disappearance. He thought I was only going to castrate Bouceph to reduce the likelihood of his coupling with Malaya." The Elder snorted, bitterly disappointed in the two of them, just wanting to live his life in peace. "Very well," he said. "Hurroll, since your crime was relatively minor, and Bouceph was a perceived threat to your daughter, a threat that I witnessed myself, you are on probation for... a month." "Thank you, Elder." "However, you, Parceph, cannot be let off so lightly. Under normal circumstances I would have no choice but to order your execution. But given the recent history between you and the deceased, I shall allow you to choose your own punishment, provided that I and Bouceph's biological parents find it sufficient justice." Pandora and Rovaun exhaled in relief the stale breaths they had been holding. An apology from their friend and a night of wanton sex would suffice. "I choose exile," proclaimed the condemned. "Do Bouceph's parents find the punishment of exile from this clique sufficient justice for the murder of their son?" "We do," said Rovaun. "I do not," said the Elder, sinking the hearts and hopes of the Hipponaurs present, all of whom adored the convicted stallion. Parceph stood silently regarding the Elder, whose job it was to mete out justice in a fair and impartial manner. The Elder was just as much on the hook as Parceph, and Parceph put him there. "... And castration," Parceph proclaimed. "No, Parceph," said Pandora. "Choose banishment. We could still come and..." "Rovaun," interrupted Harlok. "Your companion is not suggesting that she visit a banished Hipponaur, is she?" "No, Elder," he replied. "My companion would not dream of intentionally breaking Hipponaur law." "Very well," said Harlok, giving Pandora a glare to keep her mouth shut so that everyone could have a happy ending. "I do not want to HEAR... of anyone INTENTIONALLY visiting a banished Hipponaur. Do I make myself clear?" The Hipponaurs all nodded approvingly at his gaping legal loophole. "So, Parceph. What shall it be? Banishment," he said with a smile, "or exile and castration," he said with a frown. "Exile and castration." The crowd gasped. "So be it," Harlok snorted angrily. "Azgard, is your Companion handy with a blade?" The Clydesdale turned to Fred. "Did you bring your first-aid kit?" "Yes, but..." "Yes he is, Elder." "What!?" cried Fred. "Excellent," said Harlok approaching the man. "Fred McHenry, is it?" "Um... Yes, your... Elder." "Please listen to me carefully, Mr. McHenry. You will make a clean cut at the base of the scrotum, being very careful not to damage the testes. Do you understand?" Fred gulped and nodded. He removed his medical kit from one of his packs and approached Parceph. "This isn't why I came back here," he groused. "I know, and I'm sorry," said Parceph. "But thank you for doing this." "Why are you thanking me? This is cruel and unusual punishment. You guys should have a law against castrating a perfectly healthy Hipponaur." He dabbed the base of the stallion's scrotum with alcohol. "I don't have a local anesthetic with me Parceph. This is going to hurt a lot." "Thanks for the warning. I'll try not to kick your head in." Fred backed away in reflex. Parceph snickered and winked at him. "Don't even joke about that!" "Oh lighten up." Fred cautiously placed the knife on its target, pulling the testes down to stretch the skin. "I can't believe you're making jokes right now." "You will learn that it always helps to have a bright outlook." "If you say so. Your outlook is going to be rather bright in a couple of seconds. You'll probably see stars. Are you ready?" "Do it." Fred pulled the knife. In one stroke, he severed the sacs and cradled them in his left hand. Miraculously, the gelded Hipponaur did not even flinch. "What's the matter?" asked Parceph. "Why did you let go?" "Parceph, it's done." "It is?" The first clue for Parceph was the warm feeling of blood flowing down the inside of his leg. Fred covered the wound with sterile gauze. The ex-stallion beamed. "Fred McHenry, you are a natural gelder," he praised sincerely. "Please don't say that," said Fred remorsefully. He prepared a suture to sew him up. "That will not be necessary," said the Elder. "He'll lose a lot of blood if I don't close the wound," protested Fred. Parceph nodded to him. "Thank you, Fred. You've done enough for me. I'll be okay." "Fine," he said, throwing in the towel. "What do you want me to do with these?" He held out Parceph's family jewels. "Just leave them there, thanks." Foregoing any suturing, Fred taped the gauze into place just as Parceph felt his wound waking up, strangely hot and tingling, but not nearly as painful as Rovaun's ordeal. "Mr. McHenry," said Harlok, "while you're at it, I believe those belong to Rovaun." Harlok pointed to the dead stallion's testicles. "Bouceph will not be needing them anymore. If you wouldn't mind returning them to their rightful owner..." "Oh my G..." Fred gawked at the red testicles on the gray stallion and shook his head in disbelief. Carefully slicing them off, he brought them to Rovaun but refrained from asking the obvious question of how they ended up there in the first place. "This is major surgery, Rovaun. There are a thousand veins to connect." "Oh nonsense, young man," said Pandora. "Just make an incision and tape those naughty runaways back into place. Try not to put them on backwards." "What!?" He scowled at the moronic mare. "We haven't met," she said. "My name is Pandora. And you are...?" "Danny, what the hell are you talking about?" "Oh... dear. It seems we have met after all." "Yes... it seems. Stop acting like a jackass and shut up for once. I would appreciate it if you would leave the veterinary advice to those of us who actually attended veterinary school." "Oh..." she said, reading his animosity loud and clear. She looked to Rovaun, not sure of how to handle the situation. "My Companion is correct in this matter, Fred. My testicles will repair themselves once they are attached. It is what they do best." "Second best," nuzzled Pandora. Fred stared at Rovaun, then relented. "Fine," he grumbled. "Let's all play 'Pin the Balls on the Stallion.' What a fucking waste of tuition. Maybe someone should blindfold me and spin me around three times just to make it challenging." "Parceph," announced Harlok. "You have been legally castrated. I leave it to you to dispose of your genitals properly. And I don't want to HEAR... of you re-attaching them... anytime soon. You are hereby exiled forever from this clique, though you are welcome to visit for a week twice a year. That is all." Harlok departed allowing the other Hipponaurs to express their regrets to Parceph for the loss of his Companion. Several offered to help him re-attach his testicles, but he thanked them and declined graciously. To Rovaun and Pandora, they also expressed their regrets for the loss of their son, despite the fact that his mother had publicly disowned him. "Do you wish to bury him, Husband?" "No, Companion," said Rovaun. "Despite Parceph's confession, he did not murder Bouceph - he executed him, and I believe he had the moral, if not legal, authority to do so. We do not bury our dishonored dead... that is, unless you want to." "He was not my son," she said. "Nor mine." "If it is all right with you," said Parceph, kneeling down next to the body. "I will attend to his body, properly. Having taken his life, I owe him that much." "Very well, Parceph, if it will help you heal," said Rovaun. "And I still consider you to be my close friend. You are not indebted to me." "Thank you, my friend." The Hipponaurs left Parceph alone in the twilight to grieve the passing of Jeremiah and his killer. Fred rode Azgard in silence. Rovaun, Pandora, and Shianna were equally doleful. Suddenly Pandora stopped and wept tearfully for her son. "I know he had his flaws," she cried, "but he wasn't all bad." Rovaun and Shianna comforted her. "I know, Companion." "He was our son, Rovaun." She hugged Shianna. "And your bond mate, my dear." Shianna dropped her head and shed some tears of her own. "He was awful," she lamented, "but he had his good points." "Mm-hmm," agreed Pandora. "I can't think of any, but..." Pandora managed a sniffling chuckle and smiled at Shianna. "... I think I will miss him." "Me too," she said, hugging the other mare. Rovaun joined them. "I cannot think of a single accomplishment of his that I can honestly say I am proud of, but... he was my son, and that should be enough." "I wouldn't want to be Parceph right now." "He will need our support if he is ever to forgive himself." "I bear him no ill will, Husband." "Neither do I, Companion." Azgard could not contain his curiosity any longer. "Rovaun, may I have a private word with you?" Rovaun glanced at his mate. "Oh go on, Dear," said Pandora. "Azgard and his friend probably have a million questions about me. You can catch up with us later. Shianna and I will just be reminiscing about the cad." Rovaun kissed her, then joined Azgard and Fred straying off the trail together. "I have a feeling that I will be making amends to that one," said Pandora. "To Azgard?" "No, to the human." "Oh," said Shianna. "I don't know anything about that, but Fred's a nice enough guy." "He seemed very angry with me, but perhaps he was only upset, given the difficult circumstances." That evening the clique gathered solemnly around an unlit campfire to pay homage to Jeremiah. Wood, twigs, and dry grass had been assembled in the stone circle, but not set ablaze, to symbolize the life whose spark had gone out. Also, Fred forgot to bring more matches. No one knew much to say about the private man except that he was loved by one of their own, which was all that was necessary to honor him. Less was said about Bouceph, though the passing of any Hipponaur warranted sufficient attention to disperse an emissary to the nearest clique. Parceph was often the main topic of conversation whenever someone dared to break the silence. Most felt his destiny to be terribly unfair, and they hoped he could cope with the second loss of his beloved. But for the most part, the dark evening wore on in silent solace. "Who wants to hear a ghost story?" said a ghost, lighting the campfire. Several Hipponaurs whinnied with fright when for a split second, the specter of Jeremiah, his face lit by the faint yellow flame of his own butane lighter, set the dry grass on fire and then extinguished just as quickly. "Did you see that, Azgard?" said Fred, his spine tingling so much that he shuddered repeatedly. "Yes, Companion," said his astonished mate. "He's dead," whinnied Pandora. "I helped bury the poor soul myself!" "Then who lit the fire?" A stallion emerged from the darkness. Though technically his presence was against the law, no one, not even the law, objected. "Parceph! We just saw..." The stallion held his head high and proud, and then another stallion came out of the darkness to stand tall and proud next to him. "Bou... ceph?" "'Fraid not," said Jeremiah, emerging from him. The virtual man hugged his Companion and his savior. Gasps, whinnies, and cheers erupted as the two were instantly swamped by their friends. Fred reached out and shook hands with a ghost, who felt just as warm and alive as ever. "Jeremiah," asked Pandora. "Is there some previous relationship between you and my son that I am unaware of?" "No, Ma'am." "Then please forgive my bewilderment, but can you explain how it is that your soul finds his body so hospitable?" "Certainly, Ma'am. I'd be happy to show ya." With a maudlin flair, Jeremiah snapped his fingers. Next to him the gray stallion reared up on his hind legs and proudly displayed his third set of testicles, dark brown this time. "Careful, Companion," said Parceph. "My boys are hanging on by a mere thread, and they are all that tie your soul to this planet." "Oh, don't be such a wet blanket." "Parceph," decreed Harlok, "it would appear that my judgement was a tad premature, now that it is quite clear that Bouceph is not at all dead. Therefore, I officially rescind your exile. However, I cannot demand that he return your testicles to you. You will have to work that out amongst yourselves." "I'm sure I won't be needing both of them," grinned Jeremiah. "Jerry, I'm so glad you're alive," said Fred, "I need to understand what's happening to me." "How the hell should I know?" "Well... because... you're really old, and weird shit is happening to me, and..." "Listen, Fred," said Jeremiah. "You're the oldest human alive with a Hipponaur bond mate. You're even older than me." "What?" "I'm virtual! I'm virtual today, and I was virtual two hundred years ago. You are blazing new territory all on your own, Fred. I can't help you 'cause I don't know. I AM real curious to see how you turn out, though," he virtually grinned. "But..." Jeremiah moved on to mingle with other well-wishers, leaving Fred with more questions and no answers. Then the non-virtual man noticed that Parceph's bandages had completely soaked through, and he offered to change the dressing. As Fred carefully peeled the red gauze away, Parceph felt another hot tingling at the wound site, like the vibrating hum of a powerful electromagnet. "I'll be damned," gasped Fred. The tingling stopped immediately. "What is it, Doc?" asked Jeremiah, always interested when someone else was fondling his mate. A shallow pink membrane stretched across the wound, concealing two small but definite lumps. "I think you can keep both your balls, Jerry," he said, completely removing the bandages. "Parceph is growing another set." "You don't say," said the stallion in amusement. "You Hipponaurs are amazing," remarked Fred. "Companion," grinned Azgard, "as a general rule, Hipponaurs do not grow back entire organs." "Then Parceph is the exception to that rule." Parceph turned to him. "Or perhaps you are." "What?" "Yes, Companion, don't you see?" said the Clydesdale. "You are an equine veterinarian - you heal horses." "But... how?" "Your emotional state in proximity with the patient, of course." "Oh... of course." Fred threw up his arms. "Let's try an experiment, Fred," suggested Parceph. "Place your hand on my balls again, that is, if I'm not being too forward." Fred shrugged. "No, I don't mind. I so rarely get asked that by a horse." Fred held his hand under the stallion, but neither of them felt anything miraculous happening. "Concentrate, Companion," said Azgard. "Try to remember how you felt when you first bandaged Parceph." "Okay." He took a deep breath and exhaled, then did as Azgard suggested, trying to imagine the regret he felt for pointlessly castrating the beautiful stallion. And then the small testes rumbled in his hand. "That's it," said Parceph. "That's the sensation I felt!" The expanding testes grew uncomfortably hot while dropping lower into his hand. Then the stallion whinnied in pain. "Let go! Let go! Please!!" Fred backed away, allowing the scorched gonads to slowly return to body temperature. "Great balls of fire!" "I think we need to do this in baby steps," said Fred. "I agree," said Parceph. "A few seconds of therapy each day for a week ought to do it." "Therapy for both of us," shrugged Fred. "I still don't know my own strength." Pandora had observed the bizarre medical drama with the utmost fascination. She was particularly interested in Fred, since he was the closest thing around that resembled Daniel Racher. "Rovaun," she said aghast, "are all humans so... gifted?" "It would not surprise me, Dearest," he chuckled. "You certainly are." The black mare humbly approached him. Fred regarded her apprehensively. "I am Pandora," she said respectfully. "Did you know Daniel Racher well?" "Uh..." he swallowed. "No, not very well." She closed her eyes in disappointment. "It is my belief, that I retain his soul." "Yeah... Rovaun told us what happened. I'm very sorry." "I also believe that I... that is, he, has wronged you in some way." Fred glanced nervously to his mate, but smiled and shook his head. "No, Pandora. Danny never really did anything to me that I didn't deserve." She opened her eyes and smiled politely. "Then I hope that we can be friends." "Sure Pandora. I'd like that." "Then... please don't think me crass, but I wonder if... I could feel for myself what it is like to be hugged... by a man." Fred chuckled, but suddenly found his palms dripping with sweat. "It is all right if you do not wish to," she said mildly. "No... really it's fine. I like hugging horses." He gave her an embrace, scritching and rubbing her mane, and the wonderful feeling brought tears to her eyes. She brought her chin down to hold him and they both trembled with frightened affection. Pandora released him and nuzzled his cheek. "Thank you, young man." "Call me Fred," he smiled. Pandora returned to her mate and hugged him next, then quietly broke down while he held her. "I'm sorry, Companion," she cried. "I'm so sorry that I can't do that for you anymore." "Shh, Companion," he consoled. "It will be all right. I will always have those memories. With you by my side, I want for nothing." She composed herself and nuzzled his handsome face. "Thank you," she said. "And as long as I have my Little Red Pony, I shall want for nothing as well." "Companion," he laughed. "What did you call me?" "You're my Little Red..." [Gasp!] She stared horror struck at the beaming stallion. "I have... a twin sister... a HUMAN sister named 'Emma.'" "Let me think for a moment," he mused. "By Jove, you do. How come you never mentioned this before?" "My second grade teacher was Mrs. Loshke." "Come here, my Darling." Rovaun scanned the mare briefly, then continued to beam brightly. "You have just recovered one tenth of one percent of the damaged portion of your brain." The mare stared into the wilderness with astonishment. "There are so many images that make no sense... disconnected and confused, but... I don't think that I feel any different." "Of course not, Companion. Those memories are already a part of you. They do not change you, the merely help you discover and understand." All eyes fell upon Fred again, who blushed uncomfortably with his hands in his pockets, really wishing Jeremiah would steal the limelight away from him. As for Rovaun and Azgard, it was impossible to determine which of the two stallions was the proudest in the universe. Pandora nervously approached the doubly apprehensive man again. "It seems that you can repair more than severed genitals." "I don't know, Pandora... I... I just gave you a hug, that's all." "Would it be asking too much... for another one?" "Um... okay." Fred embraced her again. And again, nothing happened at first. Then he relaxed as she brought her head down, and soon they both began to tremble. The longer they held each other, the more the mare shook, until she quaked so violently as memories flooded her brain that she screamed and fell backwards, scooting away from the man as fast as possible. "Are you all right, Companion!" came Rovaun to her rescue. "I... I can't do this right now, Rovaun," she heaved. "It's too fast... and too soon." "That's fine, my love," he whickered. "You do not have to do this if you don't want to. Not now, not ever." She looked up into his loving eyes and thanked him for being so understanding, then rose to her feet and regarded Fred again, from a safe distance. "Baby steps?" he said, smiling sincerely at her. "I think that would be best," she agreed. "Thank you, Fred." Azgard stepped forward to prove to the world that his human Companion was harmless. He hugged Fred and nuzzled him longer than anyone, physically manifesting nothing more uncanny than a happy Hipponaur sigh. "I think Fred McHenry is going to do all right for himself," the Clydesdale whickered. "If I can just figure out what the hell I'm doing," said Fred, equally excited and frustrated with his evolving talent. "I suspect Parceph and Pandora will be of great help to you in that regard. And if you need more practice, then you may castrate me and culture me a new set of testicles. I think they might look nice in stripes." Fred chuckled and dearly hoped his Companion was joking. Jeremiah moseyed up to him with his hands in his back pockets, until he pulled one out and offered it to Fred. "You're gonna be famous." Fred shook his hand and shook his head. "I don't want to be famous." "Well," said Jeremiah humbly, "any man that can do what you can do, ain't necessarily got a choice." "I know," he sighed. "I'm just going to have to learn to keep my cool." "Meditation helps. I could give you a few pointers." "I'd like that," he nodded. "Come see me first thing tomorrow morning. We'll get you straightened out." "Thanks." Jeremiah moseyed up to Rovaun and Pandora next. "They say confession is good for the soul. My soul needs some healin', and I reckon so does my mate's." He eyed his stallion, who then dropped his head. "May we speak with you?" The four of them left to have a private heart-to-heart. "As Bouceph's parents," continued Jeremiah, "you deserve to know what really happened." The man sat down on a log next to the obedient body of their former son, and said flat out, "We ambushed him." "Ambushed!" "That's right. We hit him simultaneously using guerilla tactics. He was unaware that Parceph was concealing me, and we kept it that way so that he'd drop his guard when the time was right. It took both of us to execute him, but his murder was plotted entirely by me." "You cannot take all the blame, Companion," said Parceph. "I can, because I set the wheels in motion. I planted the dream in his head, making him believe Malaya was his. You had no choice but to help me kill him." Pandora gasped. Rovaun could not believe his ears. "What would possess you to do such a thing!" he snorted. "Are you telling me Bouceph was innocent!?" "Technically, yes. My death, though unintentional on my part, was a direct consequence of my own actions." "Parceph, did you know about this!?" "No, Rovaun," he said respectfully. "I was not a party to this crime until after my Companion's death." He addressed Pandora. "Before you brought me his body, Jeremiah had already returned to me in spirit. We both knew he had died, but neither of us knew how or why. Though his body had expired, enough of his brain remained accessible to answer those questions." "It was then that we both realized my plan had backfired," said Jeremiah, "and we agreed that the only way to protect Malaya from Bouceph, now, was to kill him." "BOTH deaths were unnecessary!!" bellowed Rovaun. "I don't regret what I did," said Jeremiah. "That is easy for you to say! My dead son may disagree!!" "Malaya was in danger." "Because you placed her in danger!" raged the stallion. "And was Hurroll aware of your deception as well?" Jeremiah lowered his eyes and shook his head. "No, he knew nothing about the false dream." "Then for your sake," the stallion growled with chained fury, "I hope he never finds out." Rovaun pawed the ground violently. "Jeremiah. You are the LAST person I would have expected to do such a thing. What could possibly have been your motive!?" Jeremiah shook his head coolly. "Rovaun, I came from another world. A world very similar to this one. I also came from another time. About three years in the future. I have seen your future. And I have seen Malaya's future..." He looked down and sighed. "Her miserable future." Rovaun raised up and became silent. Pandora did not know what to think, but reserved judgement until she heard the whole story. "In my timeline, there was no Daniel Racher to change the course of Hipponaur. Young mares were still forced to bond with stallions. Bouceph had made a formal request to be Malaya's bond mate. Ironically, because he was universally despised by mare and stallion alike, it made him an ideal candidate. But the Elders recognized his motives and denied his request. So... he took her anyway. "Her innocent mind was easily manipulated. She remained devoted to the bastard despite all of the vile and grotesque things he made her do. She got pregnant during her first estrus." He rubbed his face in his hands, which trembled as if revealing his true age. It took a moment to recompose. "During Malaya's pregnancy, Bouceph was no less demanding. She found it more and more difficult to meet his needs, but he kept her close to prevent her from getting any 'liberating' ideas. He promised her that life would get easier after her daughter was born, because then the young mares could share in the daily chores. Malaya was so tired. She actually looked forward to giving her daughter to him in that way." Parceph closed his eyes, for these memories of Jeremiah's were now his as well. "A month before she was due to give birth, Malaya finally came to her senses. She had to save herself, but more importantly, she had to save her daughter from the clutches of the beast from whom she could never escape. So..." Jeremiah raised his head to Rovaun. "She killed herself." "Oh!" cried Pandora. Rovaun stared at the man somberly. "The first Hipponaur suicide in fifteen hundred years. And the youngest... ever." Rovaun looked down to consider this tragic tale, but then shook his head at the man. "You do not know that THIS Bouceph shared that same destiny." "That is true, Rovaun, but I couldn't take that chance. You saw for yourself he had eyes for Malaya." "And you made matters even worse!" "No, Rovaun, don't you see? If Bouceph had dreamed of Malaya on his own, then it would have been their destiny. Malaya's fate would have been sealed! But by planting that exact same dream in Bouceph's head, then all bets are off. Destiny is forever in doubt and hope is restored. I cheated him of that destiny, but I also knew that Destiny would exact a price for my deceit. So I willingly offered myself in Malaya's place, hoping that Destiny would find it an equitable trade." The man clasped his hands together tightly. They felt so real to him, but their reality was transitory. "Unfortunately," he sighed, "Destiny did not. There was a variable I had not anticipated. It was never my plan to die today." Parceph nuzzled the back of his Companion's head to remind them both that he was still very much alive. "I was left only with Plan B," he continued. "Since I could no longer lure Bouceph away from Malaya, my only choice was to lure him to her instead. With Parceph's help, I felled a tree, knowing it would bring Bouceph to us at the right time. You know the rest." Again, Rovaun shook his head slowly at the ancient man who should have known better than to play this fateful game. "Jeremiah, you speak of preordained doom and hopelessness. Have you not learned by now that destiny is always in doubt? And when there is life, there is always hope." "And there is something else to consider, Companion," Parceph chastised his mate. "Bouceph's final dream." Jeremiah sat stone-faced. "What dream?" asked Pandora. "It occurred this afternoon," replied Parceph. "He described an additional dream that showed his future with Malaya - a future that was worse than death." Jeremiah buried his face in his hands. Yet another variable that he had not anticipated had changed the balance of the equation. Malaya's life and her daughter's, and possibly many more innocents down the line could now be destined to serve the beast forever. For the young mare, this living hell had been architected specifically for her by Jeremiah. "Oh no..." he wept into trembling hands. "No... no... no..." Everyone pitied the man who now had to live with the terrible burden of not one, but two Hipponaur deaths. As for Malaya's ultimate destiny, only time would tell. It was up to Rovaun, Bouceph's closest living relative, to decide how justice should best be served. The deed was done, and could not be undone. Rovaun believed the man to be remorseful, and that living forever with his onerous conscience was punishment enough. The stallion offered some solace. "Jeremiah, though I starkly disagree with your actions, I believe that your intentions were honorable. If there is anything to be learned from Destiny's fickleness, it is that some things, not all things, but SOME things happen for a reason. Bouceph is gone, but Malaya, my future daughter-in-law, is safe. It is my prerogative to believe that her destiny was always intended to be altered in this manner. Thank you for saving her life and assuring my son Tantau's happiness. But next time, please come to me or Parceph before acting so hastily." The man wiped the tears from his face. "Thank you, Rovaun. I will." "And I wouldn't read too much into that final dream of Bouceph's," offered Pandora. "He often daydreamed of the most heinous scenarios." "And thank you, Pandora. Allow me to express my sincere condolences for your loss." She sighed and then smiled at him. "Perhaps if you lose some weight, tone up a great deal and bathe regularly, I might consider adopting you as my son again." "I'd like that, Mom," he sniffed. "Our family tree is starting to look more like a tangled grapevine," quipped Rovaun. Then he offered Parceph a conciliatory hug. The stallion accepted it gratefully. "Thank you, Rovaun," said Parceph. "As usual, your compassion knows no bounds." "And as usual, you continue to push its limits, my friend." "What are friends for?" he said dryly. "If it will make you feel any better, you can kill my bond mare." "That will not be necessary." Rovaun, Pandora, and Shianna cuddled together in the warm evening. The stallion delighted in watching his two-mare harem snuggle into each other. Pandora nuzzled the white mare softly and whispered with a wry smile, "I remember how Tantau was conceived." Shianna giggled. "That WAS fun." "Yes it was, Sugar. I pray that some day we can all do it again." "Hmmmm," Shianna sighed, "that would be nice." Then she changed the topic momentarily. "I've been wondering. Is Bouceph really dead? I mean when you think about it, he's still walking around, only he's much more charming." "I suppose that depends on whether or not you believe Zhorelle is dead, my dear," replied Pandora. The white mare brushed her lips against the black's. "No question about it. Dead as a door nail." The black mare snickered. "Pandora, on the other hoof," cooed Shianna, "is alive and well and the hottest thing to walk on four legs since... since..." "... since Shianna," Pandora cooed, finishing her sentence. "I must be dreaming," grinned Rovaun. Pandora sat up, suddenly possessed by a strange desire. Lifting her right front hoof to Rovaun's mane, she watched in amazement as a single finger poked out to scritch the stallion's neck. "Will you look at that," she said in wonder. The stallion chuckled. "Welcome back, Companion." Pandora held her hoof up and marveled at the freakish digit, flexing its joints at her command. "Which one is that, do you suppose?" she asked. "I believe it is the middle one," said Rovaun. "Is that so?" She held her hoof up and vertically extended the finger. "My muddled brain seems to think that this means sexual intercourse." Rovaun and Shianna busted a gut. Pandora took their amusement in stride. "Obviously I still have a few wires crossed. No matter. I'll straighten them out in the morning." "How are you feeling otherwise, Companion?" Pandora smiled and shrugged. "I still feel perfectly \*normal\*." The last word was spoken in a register that was distinctly human and male. "Eeep! Was that me? I beg your pardon," she blushed, as if apologizing for an obnoxious belch. Shianna rolled in fits. Rovaun controlled his amusement so as not to alienate his Companion during this awkward transition period. "As I said, my love," he nuzzled. "How could life with you ever be boring." "How are your naughty 'nads?" she nuzzled back. "Working overtime to remain attached. I am afraid I shall have to give them the night off." "My poor sexually frustrated Husband. How can we make you feel better?" "Hmm," he smiled slyly. "Maybe you and Shianna should discuss that intimately amongst yourselves." "We may just do that," she said, giving him a kiss. She snuggled back into Shianna, comfortable enough with herself and her lovers to not be too concerned about the man waking up inside of her. Pandora noticed Shianna staring apprehensively at the hoof that had recently projected a virtual finger. The black mare knew just what to do to relieve the white's anxiety. She leaned over and nuzzled a private spot inside an indentation just above Shianna's left shoulder, and made all her worries fade away. Shianna closed her eyes and moaned blissfully, "Oh Pandora... Sweet sexy Pandora... Don't stop... Please swear to me you'll never ever stop..." "Don't you worry your pretty pink nose, Sugar," Pandora whispered. "Let Rovaun have his virtual human man-slut. I swear to you, my love, this real Hipponaur mare-slut will forever and always be yours." "ooOOOOoooohhh!" \# # ========== [End of \_COMPANIONS\_ Chapter 37: Destiny's Deceit] [This concludes Part 12 of the series. Take a break.] [Next in series: Chapter 38: (to be posted)]

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Title: Friends... with Benefits? Pt. 02 Tags: masturbation, big breasts, cunningilus, oral, woman on top, oral sex *This is part 2 of Paul and Meg's story. Although it can be read alone, the back story (and phone sex!) appear in part one. I'm new to writing, these stories are the first I've ever written so I welcome any feedback - although please be gentle! Thanks, Minnie x* \*\*\*\*\* Meg lay in her bed, breathless from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She had just had mind blowing phone sex with her best friend's brother and her legs were still shaking from the force of her orgasm. "I'm coming over," Paul told her after they had cum together. Meg wondered whether it was a good idea but Paul had already hung up the phone before she could voice her concerns. "Oh god," she murmured, sliding out of her bed. She slid on her silk short dressing gown and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed and her still damp hair was messy. She looked like a woman who had been fucked senseless. And that's exactly how she felt. She remembered the sound of his deep voice as he told her what he wanted to do to her. Listening to him stroking his cock for her. The crack in his voice as he told her he was going cum. He had sounded so fucking sexy. She could feel the moisture pooling between legs and her clit started to throb. She couldn't deny it. She wanted him. She quickly ran a brush through her hair, conscious it wouldn't take him long to drive down the few streets separating her apartment from his sister's house where he was staying. She paced up and down, both anxious and excited. What would happen between them? What if he changed his mind? What if it didn't live up to the phone call? The buzzer to her apartment startled her thoughts. He was here. She quickly buzzed him up and tightened the tie around her dressing gown. There was a knock on the door and taking a deep breath she answered it. "Hi Meggie," Paul's deep voice rumbled through her body as he leaned casually against the doorway. "Hi," she murmured, her eyes drinking him in. He had thrown on a casual t-shirt and jeans and his dark eyes were smiling at her. His short dark hair was slightly tousled and she had a sudden urge to run her hands through it. "Can I come in?" he prompted, interrupting her thoughts. "Oh god, yes, of course, sorry," she rambled as she took a step back to let him. She closed the door and turned to face him. She wrung her hands nervously, not allowing herself to look at him. "Meggie, look at me," Paul urged as he stepped closer. He lifted her chin with a finger and brought her gaze to his. She saw the usual twinkle in his eyes but this time there was something else. Something darker. As she looked up at him she suddenly became aware of how tall he was. Of course she always knew that, but now she could feel his breath on her face, his height and broad muscled body made her feel small and feminine. Her pulse quickened as she felt his eyes studying her face. His eyes lowered and rested at the opening of her dressing gown, showing just a hint of cleavage. He reached out a finger and traced it over her exposed cleavage. He reached for her and suddenly his lips were on hers. Her mouth opened below his and she felt his tongue tangle with hers. She felt his hand slide round the back of her neck, holding her there as his mouth hungrily devoured hers. She pressed herself against him, loving the feel of her soft body against his much harder one and felt her nipples tighten in response. "Ah Meg..." He groaned as he pulled his lips away from hers and began to kiss and lick her neck. His hands found the tie holding her dressing gown together and he deftly undid it. He slid the silk material off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor she was stood before him completely naked. "Fuck," he groaned as his hands cupped her breasts. He pushed them together and ran his thumbs over her sensitive breasts. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long," he confessed as he squeezed and played with her breasts. Her head fell back in pleasure as he teased her. "Bedroom," he muttered and she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her room. When inside, his eyes went to her unmade bed. "Is there where you were lying when we had our call?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust. "Yes," Meg confirmed as he pushed her gently to the bed. She was surprised when he didn't join her and instead stood at the end of the bed, his eyes all over her body. She should probably have felt self conscious but the desire in his eyes gave her confidence. "Meggie, I need you to touch yourself for me. Like you did on the phone. Play with your breasts for me, baby." Meg closed her eyes and ran her hands over her breasts. She pushed them together knowing they looked huge when she did that. She ran her fingers over her nipples and squeezed them lightly. She moaned quietly. She had always had sensitive breasts. She opened her eyes and looked at Paul who had taken off his shirt and was starting to unzip his jeans. God he was ripped. She wanted to run her hands and tongue all over him. Her eyes widened as he pushed down his jeans. He hadn't put on any underwear in his haste to come over, and so as he pushed her jeans down his muscly thighs his impressive cock was revealed. Meg licked her lips as he took it in his hand. He was huge! "Meggie I need you to touch your pussy for me. Show me what you did on the phone." She spread her legs and heard him groan as she let her fingers find her clit. She circled it, feeling her wetness. She brought her other hand to her breast and tugged on her nipple. "Jesus," Paul hissed through clenched teeth as he slowly stroked his cock. "You look fucking incredible." Not able to hold back any longer, Paul lowered himself on top of her, supporting his weight on his hands. He kissed her, hard and demanding, making her moan against his mouth. She could feel his cock hard against her and the ache between her legs intensified. He lowered himself so he could feast on her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples before sucking one into his mouth. He tugged on it gently with his teeth while using his fingers to stimulate the other. He lifted his mouth and looked up at her. "Your body drives me crazy. I've wanted to suck and lick your tits for years." Meg was wriggled restlessly beneath him. Her pussy ached for his touch. "Paul, please," she whimpered. He knew what she needed and moved down her body so she could feel his breath on her pussy. She spread her legs wide for him as he settled between them. "Aw baby. So fucking beautiful. So smooth and wet." Meg could feel his breath against her as he spoke. Then at last she felt his tongue on her clit. She let out a long moan as he lapped at the tip of her clit, swirling his tongue around it. With a hand on each of her thighs he spread her wider as his tongue probed lower. He slid his tongue inside her and lapped up her juices. "Oh fuck, Paul. That feels so good," Meg moaned breathlessly. He moved his tongue back over her clit and began to lick and suck on it as his fingers found her soaking wet pussy. He groaned as he slid two fingers straight inside her. "So fucking tight," he murmured against her clit, the vibrations causing her whole body to shake. He continued to flick his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit until Meg came apart against his mouth. "Paul..." she gasped as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. He kissed her inner thigh before dropping soft open mouthed kisses on her body as he worked his way back to her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue as he kissed her and felt his hand slide between their bodies and back to her pussy. "So fucking beautiful," he groaned as he gently stroked her sensitive flesh. "Are you ready for me, Meggie?" "God yes!" With his hands on her hips he turned then suddenly so she was sat astride him. She ground her wet pussy against him. "Do your worst," Paul smouldered beneath her as he held her hips in his hands. She positioned herself above and felt the head of his thick cock against her pussy. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by delicious inch. She closed her eyes as she slowly rotated her hips as she got used to the feel of his huge length inside her. "Meggie..." Paul hissed between clenched teeth. He gripped her hips but let her control the pace. "You're so fucking tight." She luxuriated in the feeling of being so completely filled as she slowly lifted up and then slid back down, covering his cock in her wetness. She leant forward and rested her hands on his chest muscles as she clenched around him. Her movement became quicker as she rocked her hips back and forward, enjoying the friction against her aching clit. She moaned breathlessly as every movement hit the spot. She could feel the tension in Paul's body as she rode him, her hands still on his chest, her breasts squeezed together. He watched her ride his cock with darkened eyes and his jaw clenched, trying hard not to lose control. "Paul... I'm. Almost. There," Meg panted between each movement. She felt his grip on her hips tighten. "Go for it baby. Use my cock. Bring yourself on it. You feel fucking incredible." He thrust up at her as her movements became quicker and quicker until suddenly she threw her head back and shouted his name as his inner muscles gripped him tight. Feeling suddenly weak she collapsed again his chest with his cock still rock hard inside her. He wrapped his arms around her spent body and rolled them over so he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs high up his back, urging him on. "Oh fuck, Meggie!" She felt his control snap as he rocked his cock out of her and slammed it back in. It was his turn now. Her sensitive swollen pussy was greedy for him and gripped him tightly. She had cum three times for him tonight including their amazingly hot phone call and yet that ache, that uncontrollable throb would not go away. Meg had never felt like this before. She looked up and Paul's face and saw his usual grinning, teasing face was taught with tension, his eyes dark as he groaned her name over and over with every hard thrust. "Meggie...fuck baby," his voice cracked just as it had during their phone call right before they orgasmed together. She could do nothing but hold on to him as she felt the first spurt of hot cum inside her. She clenched around him and gripped him tightly as he unloaded inside her. She moaned his name as he collapsed on top of her, his cock still deep inside her. He rolled to the side to take his weight off her and kissed her gently. "Wow," he murmured, still catching his breath. "I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life," Meg admitted with a smile. "Well, I hope you're ready," he responded, his hand finding her breast. "For what?" She responded, instinctively arching her back to his touch. "Round three." End of part 2.

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Title: Friends with Benefits Ch. 02 Tags: anal sex, cum swallowing, blowjob, shower, first time anal The next day didn't start until nearly noon as both Jim and Ron slept late. Jim woke up first and for a while he just lay in bed trying to comprehend what had happened. If it hadn't have been for Ron sleeping beside him Jim could have easily convinced himself that it had actually been some sort of dream. After all, how could it have been real? Did her really jerk off his friend? Did Ron really give him a blowjob? And yet there was his best friend lying naked and sound asleep beside him. Jim lay on his back with Ron on his side facing him. Jim wondered what would happen when Ron woke up. Would it be awkward? Jim worried that what had happened would ruin their great friendship. Jim also worried about what would happen if Ron woke up and it wasn't awkward. Did this mean he was gay? If Ron was willing, did he want to keep up this relationship? The whole thing was still so crazy and unbelievable. How could he even be thinking about whether or not he was going to continue fucking Ron? As he lay there pondering his situation Jim felt something against his hip. He looked over and saw that Ron was still asleep yet he could feel something pressing more firmly against his hip. Jim wondered if he already knew what it was. He couldn't resist slipping his hand under the covers and reaching down toward his hip. As he suspected, his friend had a classic case of 'morning wood'. As Ron slept Jim lightly caressed Ron's stiff cock. Part of Jim wanted to pull his hand away and yet he was so curious and excited that he continued to touch Ron's cock. He was still caressing it when Ron stirred and started to wake up. Jim considered yanking his hand away but thought that maybe if he just lay completely still that Ron would go back to sleep. Instead, a few moments later his friend woke up with Jim still gently holding his hard cock. Ron yawned and rolled onto his back. As he rolled Jim's hand slipped away from his cock. Ron stretched and looked over at Jim and said, "Hey." "Morning," Jim replied still not sure of how Ron was feeling about what they had done. Ron crawled out of bed and walked down the hallway to the bathroom with his still mostly hard cock standing out in front of him. Jim tried not to stare at his cock but his eyes remained mostly focused on it until Ron disappeared into the bathroom. When Ron returned a few moments later he was still naked. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He pulled them on as Jim got out of bed and walked naked to take his turn in the bathroom. When he came back Ron was sitting on his bed still dressed in only his boxers. For a moment Jim looked for his own clothes before he remembered that they were downstairs in the basement. "Um, I think I'm going to go down and get my clothes," Jim said almost sheepishly. "I'll come with," Ron said. Ron followed Jim downstairs. When they got to the basement Jim pulled on his boxers and started collecting the rest of his clothes. "Um," Ron started. He seemed unsure of what exactly to say, "so are we still cool? I mean with...well, you know..." That was the question Jim had been thinking about all morning. Without even thinking Jim replied, "Yeah, I'm OK if you are." Ron smiled and said, "My parents aren't due back until tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking we could hang out today." He then paused and added, in a way that tried to be casual but betrayed that he was nervous about what he was asking, "And then maybe spend the night here again." Jim felt nervous and excited all at the same time. There couldn't be any doubt now what Ron meant by asking him to stay the night. He wanted to know if Jim wanted to fuck again. Jim's mind spun in crazy circles. He could barely believe it when he replied, "Sounds great." He then added, "Let me run home first and get some fresh clothes. Besides, my mom is probably ready to freak out that I didn't come home last night." They agreed that Jim would return in a little while and Jim departed. His parents were a little upset that he hadn't called the night before, but he explained that he was just really tired after the party. He said that he and Ron stayed up really late talking. "By the time I realized what time it was I knew you guys would be asleep so I couldn't call," he added. He said that Ron had offered to let him crash on the couch and so he spent the night there. His parents gave him a little lecture on being more responsible but they weren't really that upset. He and Ron had often crashed at each other's houses even back in high school, so their parents were used to this sort of thing. Usually Jim called home first but things had gotten so weird the previous night that the idea of calling home never even crossed his mind. Jim showered and packed an overnight bag. All the while he thought excitedly about what might happen with Ron that night. The mere idea of being excited sexually about Ron still seemed so strange that it was hard to believe, but Jim couldn't deny that he was very exciting and very much looking forward to being with Ron again. By the time Jim returned Ron had cleaned up the basement and was sitting downstairs watching a football game on TV. Just sitting on the couch beside Ron gave Jim a wild thrill knowing that the previous night they had been sitting right here when Ron sucked his cock and he jerked Ron off. They watched the game for only a few minutes before the phone rang. Ron answered and found that it was Dan. Dan was getting some guys together for a game of football. He asked if Ron wanted to play. Ron eagerly agreed and said that Jim was hanging out also and that he would play also. Jim and Ron changed and walked to the park where they and their buddies played football most weekends during high school. He had some great memories of those games and was happy to be able to play another game just like the old days. The turnout was smaller than when they had been in high school but still enough guys came that they had a good game. The ground was still wet from a rainstorm a few days earlier and by the time the game ended they were filthy from the mud. Everyone had a blast and stood around talking for a while after the game until the cold air that came with the setting sun started to get uncomfortable. They said their goodbyes and Jim and Ron walked quickly back to Ron's place. Aside from having a great time, Jim was also happy about the football game because everything felt normal between Ron and him. During the game they laughed, taunted, and talked just as they always had done. There wasn't any awkwardness between them. Jim also had feared that somehow the other guys would immediately know or sense what he and Ron had done. His fears were truly irrational as nobody did or said anything that gave even the slightest indication they sensed anything at all out of the ordinary had happened between Jim and Ron. The sky was already fairly dark when they got back to Ron's place. They stood in the mud room just inside the back door and peeled off most of their muddy layers. When they finished Ron was left wearing only boxers and a t-shirt and Jim was left only in his boxers. "Should we take a shower to get cleaned up?" Ron asked. Jim agreed, but then something very unusual happened. It was fairly common for them to return to Ron's house after a football game and each take showers to get cleaned up. Ron's house actually had three and a half bathrooms so there was plenty of space for them to shower. This time, however, neither of them said anything as Jim followed Ron upstairs. Ron grabbed a couple of fresh towels from the hall closet but instead of handing one to Jim he carried them both down the hall. Then, instead of turning into the bathroom off the hallway Ron turned into his parent's master bedroom suite. Jim silently followed him getting more and more nervous and excited. Jim had never been in this room before and took a moment to look around. The room was quite large with a king sized bed and some very nice furniture. Suddenly Jim noticed the sound of water running and turned to see Ron standing in the doorway of the master bathroom. "Ready?" Ron asked. "I thought there would be more space in here." Jim walked into the bathroom and immediately knew what Ron meant. The bathroom had one of those walk-in showers with two showerheads pointing at different angles. It was easily big enough for three or even four people inside. Ron pulled off his t-shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower. Jim felt the nervous knot in his stomach tighten as he stepped out of his boxers and joined his friend in the shower. Somehow this seemed different than the previous night. Jim figured they could excuse what happened the previous night to it being late and them being a little drunk. After all the teasing from Cindy and Michelle they were both left horny and one thing just led to another. Today, however, they had no excuse. By stepping in the shower Jim knew that he could no longer write off what had happened as a fluke or an accident. By stepping in the shower in the late afternoon after having just finished playing football Jim knew he was admitting to Ron, but mostly to himself, that he lusted for his friend's cock and wanted to fuck him again. Jim closed the door behind him and knew there was no turning back now. However, as he looked at Ron he knew that he didn't want to turn back. Ron was already under the water washing his hair. Jim stepped beside him and let the water run down on him. At first they both just washed their hair and faces while standing beside each other. Other than some occasional bumping or rubbing against each other they didn't really touch and yet Jim was still very excited. His cock was already semi-hard from the anticipation of what might happen. Why would they get in the shower together if they were truly just going to shower? It was a few moments later that, as they each lathered themselves, they briefly made eye contact. It was as if that was the single spark they had been waiting for because they held the eye contact for only a few brief moments before they stepped together and embraced. Jim felt his partially hard cock rub against Ron and excitedly noticed that Ron's cock was also mostly hard and pressed up against his stomach. Their embrace soon progressed to a deep kiss. There wasn't any hesitation or pausing and they kissed like eager lovers. They parted the kiss and Ron stepped back slightly. He was still holding a bar of soap and worked up a healthy lather in his hands. He moved around behind Jim and brought his hands down to Jim's lower back. They immediately slipped lower and Jim moaned as his friend lavishly lathered and fondled his ass. After a few minutes of this Ron moved around in front of Jim and worked up another big lather before he reached down and took hold of Jim's now hard cock. Jim groaned as Ron's soapy hands explored his cock and balls. After a while longer one of Ron's hands slipped down to Jim's balls and then moved even further back between Jim's legs. Jim moaned and spread his legs apart slightly to give Ron easier access for whatever he was about to do. Ron's soapy fingers moved to the skin between Jim's asshole and balls and Ron began 'washing' him there in addition to his upper thighs. After a little while of this Ron stood up and moved around to Jim's side. Ron kept one of his hands on Jim's cock and slipped his other around to Jim's ass. This time, however, instead of just caressing his ass Ron's fingers dipped between his ass cheeks toward his asshole. Jim moaned in surprise as Ron's fingers found and then lightly explored his asshole. Jim had never had anyone play with his asshole before and the whole sensation was strange and unknown. As Ron continued playing with his cock and running his finger around his asshole Ron softly asked, "Have you ever had a girl play with your asshole before?" "No," Jim gasped. "Have you?" Ron started stroking Jim's cock and kept his other finger dancing teasingly over Jim's asshole. "Yes," Ron groaned. "I've had a girl shove her finger up my ass while she was sucking my cock." For a while they didn't say anything else as Ron continued to easily and expertly stroke his cock. "Did you like it?" Jim asked. "Yes," Ron groaned Jim was already teetering on the edge of his control from Ron's skillful stroking and from the sensation of Ron's finger teasing his asshole. Jim had never experienced anyone playing with his asshole before and it felt new and surprisingly exciting. Suddenly the idea of someone sliding their finger up his asshole seemed kinky and wild. All of these thoughts combined with Ron's continued fondling were enough to trigger Jim's orgasm. He groaned and started shooting his cum out onto the shower floor. Ron's hand perfectly stroked him as he came and seemed to prolong and intensify his orgasm the whole time he was cumming. Jim's head spun and he was momentarily aware of nothing except the waves of pleasure emanating from his cock. Once his orgasm passed and he finished cumming, Jim became aware of Ron's hard cock pressing against his ass as Ron stood beside him and continued fondling his cock for a few moments. Once Jim regained more composure he was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense urge to do something that would have seemed impossible only 48 hours earlier. Jim spun around to face Ron and pushed him slowly back toward the wall until Ron was standing with his back against the wall. In this position they were away from the spray of the two shower heads as Jim dropped to his knees in front of his friend. Jim gazed at the sight of his friend's hard cock now only inches in front of his face. Jim reached up and grasped the base of Ron's cock. Slowly, Jim moved forward until the tip of Ron's cock very lightly grazed against his lips. Jim opened his mouth and reached out with his tongue to lick the underside of Ron's cock. It felt strange and exciting and yet somehow familiar and comfortable. Jim continued exploring Ron's cock with his lips and tongue. He started at the head of his cock and slowly moved all the way down to the very base of his shaft before slowly working his way back up to the tip again. Once back at the tip Jim was ready to take the next step. He parted his lips wider and leaned forward until he could feel the tip of Ron's sliding into his mouth. Jim opened his mouth a little wider and felt Ron's cock slide deeper into his mouth. Ron's cock felt so hard and amazing in his mouth that it made Jim's mind spin. For a few moments he just held it there and let his tongue glide over the tip and underside of Ron's cock. Now that Jim actually had a cock in his mouth he realized that he really didn't know what to do. Then Jim remembered how amazing Ron's blowjob had felt the previous day and wanted to give Ron the same pleasure. He closed his eyes and thought about how it felt when someone sucked his cock. He thought about what he liked and what things felt the best. As he replayed all the best moments of the blowjobs he had received he started moving his mouth on Ron's cock. By the time he realized that he was moving his mouth it was obvious that Ron was enjoying the blowjob. Ron was moaning and had reached down and put his hands on the back of Jim's head. Jim kept his eyes closed and simply concentrated on Ron's cock as if it was his own. He tried to duplicate everything he had ever experienced that he had liked. He kept his fingers wrapped around Ron's shaft and settled into a slow and steady tempo. The feeling of Ron's hard cock sliding back and forth between his lips was kinky and very exciting. For a while Jim used his tongue to add to the teasing. As Ron's lust built he began thrusting his hips back and forth essentially fucking Jim's mouth. As Ron did this his hands still held the back of Jim's head. Jim savored the feeling of Ron's wild lust and tried to match Ron's thrusts with his own movements to add to Ron's pleasure. It didn't take long for Ron's whole body to tense and Jim knew his friend was about to cum. All day Jim had been thinking about the previous night when Ron had cum on him after Jim jerked him off. There was something about feeling Ron's cum on his skin that made Jim horny and he was eager to have it happen again. As Ron's body tensed in the moments just before he started cumming Jim pulled Ron's cock out of his mouth and stroked his long shaft. Ron started cumming just as his cock left Jim's mouth. Jim kept his face close to Ron's cock so he could easily see Ron's cum and so he would be sure to have most of Ron's cum land on his face and chest. It was only after Ron finished cumming and Jim closed his mouth all the way that he realized some of Ron's cum had landed in his mouth. His first reaction was to spit it out, but there was something about the warmth on his tongue and the completely wild and unbelievable idea that he actually had another guy's cum in his mouth that made him curious. He held it in his mouth for a moment to gain courage before he swallowed it. It felt thick and sticky sliding down his throat and the taste wasn't very good. At first he was worried he might gag on it but then it slowly settled into his stomach. Then, just before he stood back up, he happened to look up at Ron. Ron stared down at him with wild lust and excitement in his eyes. Jim realized that Ron must have seen his cum in Jim's mouth and watched as he swallowed it. Jim realized that he had never had a girl do that for him before and that if he had just watched someone eat his cum he would probably have the exact look that Ron currently did. When Jim stood up he and Ron embraced in a long, deep kiss standing against the shower wall. After they parted their kiss they finished their shower by washing off Ron's cock and washing the cum off Jim's face and shoulders. They stepped out and dried off before walking to Ron's room and getting dressed. As they got dressed Ron suggested ordering some pizza and Jim eagerly agreed. They went downstairs and hung out in the basement while they waited for the pizza. They played video games, talked, and acted just like they had done hundreds of times before in this very room. Occasionally Jim marveled at how it felt like nothing between them had changed at all and yet virtually everything between them had changed. They paused their game when the pizza arrived and sat on the couch watching TV as they ate. Jim was still trying to figure out how everything could feel so normal between them. Was it really possible that he and Ron could just start fucking each other like this and not have it affect the rest of their relationship? So far it seemed that it definitely was possible. They both finished eating and left the remaining slices of pizza sitting in the box on the coffee table as they went back to playing video games. They played for a while longer with Jim still mulling if and when he should actually talk with Ron about what had happened. So far, other than when they were actually fucking, they hadn't yet talked about what had happened between them. They reached halftime in their video football game and finally Jim said, "So, um, can I ask you something?" Ron answered yes and Jim said, "I don't know, I guess I thought we should talk about what happened." Ron smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess we probably should." "Have you ever done anything like that, I mean, been with a guy before?" Jim asked. Ron hesitated and then said, "No, well, sort of, I guess." He then explained how there was this guy at school that he had been hanging out with quite a bit. "We were out partying one night, just hanging out, and we end up back in his dorm room. I was pretty drunk and all of a sudden he starts telling me how he's gay and how he feels this bond between us. He told me that he knew I didn't think I was gay but that I should open my mind." "Then what?" Jim asked. Ron shrugged and said, "Then he kissed me. It was weird but I didn't really stop him. We kissed for a while and he felt my cock through my pants, but then I got freaked out and left." Ron paused and then asked, "How about you?" "Never," Jim answered. "Honestly, it's not something I've ever even thought about before. Hell, I don't even know how it really ended up happening last night." "Me neither," Ron replied. He then quietly added, "But I'm glad it did." "Me too," Jim said, "but, I, I guess I'm just worried that this might fuck up our friendship." "Yeah, I thought about that too," Ron answered, "but today has been totally normal, right?" "Yeah," Jim answered, "so are we going to keep on, well, you know, being with each other?" Ron shrugged and said, "I hope so. Is that OK with you?" Jim nodded and then set down his video game controller. He took Ron's controller out of his hand and moved onto Ron's lap with his legs straddling Ron's. Jim lowered himself down until he was sitting on Ron's lap facing his friend. Jim brought his mouth down to Ron's and they met in a long kiss. Their kiss continued as they removed their clothes until Jim again took his place on Ron's lap with them both now naked. As they kissed Jim realized that he could now feel Ron's semi-hard cock rubbing against his own. The feeling of his cock rubbing against his friend's was kinky and wild. He crawled off Ron's lap and asked, "Can we try something?" "Why stop now?" Ron said with a laugh. It took a little work but soon they were both half lying, half sitting on the couch facing each other. Their legs were intertwined and they were close together so their cocks were right next to each other. Jim reached down and wrapped his fingers around both his cock and Ron's cock. He held the two cocks so their undersides were pressed together and then started to slowly stroke and caress them. After a while Ron also brought his hand down and both Jim and Ron caressed, stroked, and played with their cocks and balls simultaneously. They lingered in this position for a long while. Jim wasn't particularly in a hurry to cum or to make Ron cum and it seemed Ron was in the same type of space. Instead Jim just explored the sensation of having another cock rubbing against his own as he touched and played with Ron's cock. Finally Jim's curiosity got the better of him and he changed position. Ron scooted back so he was leaning against the arm of the couch and still sitting sideways with his legs on the couch. Jim turned around and lay down over one of Ron's legs. Ron dropped one leg onto the floor as Jim brought his hand up to just under Ron's belly button. Jim started to slowly caress and touch Ron's skin all around the black mat of his pubic hair. He caressed Ron's stomach and legs while all the while watching Ron's rock hard cock standing tall and straight only a few inches from his face. Jim could see Ron's pre cum already seeping out even before he started running his fingers through Ron's curly pubic hair. Before Jim touched Ron's cock he dropped his hands to Ron's balls and spent a long time playing with and exploring them. It still felt weird to be holding another man's balls in this hand, but it also felt exciting and kinky. As he played with Ron's balls Ron moaned and wriggled his hips slightly. This made his cock sway back and forth and as Jim watched it sway he stared at the large amount of pre cum on the tip of Ron's cock. As he watched, some of the pre cum slipped down the underside of Ron's cock leaving a shiny trail behind it. Seeing Ron's pre cum sliding down his cock like this drew Jim's hand away from his balls. He brought his finger to the drop of pre cum. He collected the drop with his finger and the rubbed the slippery pre cum into Ron's shaft as Ron gasped and moaned. Jim lightly brought his fingertip to the end of Ron's cock, again collected all the pre cum that had built up there, and then massaged Ron's pre cum into his cock. Seeing the way Ron's cock now looked with a light coating of his own pre cum, feeling the way his shaft felt so hard and slippery in his hand, and hearing the intense way Ron reacted combined to drive Jim wild with lust. Slowly he wrapped his fingers around Ron's shaft and started to stroke him. Occasionally Jim leaned his head down and lightly kissed or licked at Ron's cock, but mostly he just closely watched the way Ron's cock looked and how his own fingers looked as he stroked his friend closer and closer to orgasm. Jim was focused on watching and exploring Ron's cock and so he wasn't immediately intent on making Ron cum. For many long minutes Ron continued to groan and rock his hips beneath Jim. Jim knew his friend was eager to cum and that it would take very little to trigger his orgasm. Jim toyed with Ron's cock for a short while longer before he finally changed the tempo of his stroking just slightly. Ron immediately burst into a long moan and a few seconds later he started cumming. Jim stared at the way his cum shot out of his cock and savored the feeling of his cum surging through his shaft just moments before shooting out. The first few jets of Ron's cum landed mostly on his own stomach, but before he finished cumming both Jim's hand and Ron's cock were coated in a healthy layer of cum. Jim continued watching and caressing Ron's cock as it slowly grew soft and started to shrink in his hand. When he finally released Ron's cock and sat up all Ron could do was gasp, "Holy fuck, man." They laughed together for a moment and then Ron sat up. They swapped positions and now it was Jim's turn to lean back against the arm of the couch as Ron settled down near his cock. For whatever reason Ron didn't prolong the experience as Jim had by exploring the area around Jim's cock or his balls. Instead, Ron brought his hand directly to Jim's cock and began fondling and caressing it. Despite this quick start Ron clearly wasn't in any hurry to make Jim cum. Jim completely lost track of how long Ron teased and played with him but he was sure that nobody, probably including himself, had ever lingered at his cock for so long just using their hands. Jim didn't mind, however, as the feeling was amazing. Ron's hand felt incredible as it easily and smoothly stroked and played with his cock. Ron seemed to know exactly the pressure points and how and when to touch him to drive him wild but keep him in control. Finally, Ron began stroking him firmer and Jim wasn't able to resist for more than a few moments. He groaned loudly and started cumming all over himself just as Ron had done a while earlier. Ron released his cock after he finished cumming and sat up with a smile. All Jim could say was, "Dude, that was fucking awesome." Ron retrieved the same towel they had used the previous night to clean themselves up and wiped the remaining cum off himself before handing the towel to Jim so he could clean up. After Jim cleaned up his cum with the towel, Ron suggested they finish their game of video football. They both pulled on only their boxers before they picked up the game controllers and resumed their paused game. They played a couple more games before they tired of playing and shut off the game. Jim was already feeling pretty worn out and spent from all the events of the past couple of days, but he was also still feeling horny and anxious to experiment more with Ron. Ron seemed to be feeling the same as he looked over at Jim a few moments after shutting off the TV and asked, "Want to go upstairs?" They went up to Ron's room and sat together on the bed. They met in a kiss that continued for a long while. Eventually they lay down together with Jim on his back and Ron lying on top of him. Jim wrapped his arms around Ron and they traded deep kisses for a long time. Jim's hands roamed over Ron's back and down to his ass as he fondled his friend through his boxers. Jim could feel Ron's cock growing hard and hoped Ron could feel his own semi hard cock. After a while longer Ron changed his position and moved down slightly. Jim's mind raced as he wondered what Ron might be going to do next. He let out a long moan when Ron leaned down and started kissing Jim's chest. Ron kissed his way over to one of Jim's nipples and licked and sucked on it before again moving lower. He first kissed his way to the center of Jim's chest and then slowly moved straight down Jim's stomach with a trail of kisses. Jim groaned when Ron's mouth moved past his belly button and reached the top edge of his boxers. Ron grasped the elastic band of his boxers as Jim raised his hips off the bed. Ron eased his boxers past his now rock hard cock and then took them all the way off. As Ron moved back toward Jim's cock he pushed Jim's legs apart and crawled between them until his face was very near Jim's cock. Jim couldn't wait to feel Ron's mouth on his cock again and moaned softly in anticipation. For a moment it looked like Ron was about to devour his cock again but then he diverted his mouth and moved it to Jim's balls. He licked and played with Jim's balls for a while before moving his mouth to Jim's cock. He licked Jim's cock, this time with more confidence and urgency, and wrapped his lips around Jim's cock and took several inches into his mouth. Jim groaned in anticipation of Ron continuing to suck him but was surprised when Ron let his cock pop out of his mouth. Instead of returning to Jim's cock Ron shifted his position, placed his hands behind Jim's knees, and lifted Jim's legs until they were high off the bed. Jim wasn't sure what Ron was planning or what was happening even as he felt Ron shifting his position. The next thing he felt both surprised him and made him groan. Ron did bring his mouth back to Jim's body, but instead of bringing it to his cock Ron was now licking the area around Jim's asshole. Jim couldn't believe what was happening. The very idea of licking someone's asshole seemed both little gross but at the same time very kinky. Jim's reaction was to reach down and hook his own hands behind his knees so Ron didn't have to hold up his legs. Ron continued rimming his asshole for a while longer as Jim tried to comprehend what was happening and why it felt so good. Ron moved away from him for a moment and Jim watched Ron reach into the drawer of his bedside table. Ron pulled out a tube and moved back between Jim's legs. He squeezed some of the gel from the tube onto his index finger and the next thing Jim knew he felt a new sensation at his asshole. He quickly realized that Ron's finger was now gliding back and forth over his asshole. Ron smeared the gel heavily over Jim's asshole and then squeezed more onto his finger before bringing it back to Jim's asshole. Jim groaned when the feeling on his asshole changed. Instead of just rubbing back and forth across his asshole Ron's finger was now positioned at the entrance to Jim's ass and he was applying steady, firm pressure. Jim inhaled sharply as the pressure grew a little stronger. "Is this OK?" Ron asked. "Yes," Jim moaned. "Just relax," Ron replied. Jim closed his eyes and tried to relax his asshole as much as he could in this unbelievable situation. The pressure on him grew even stronger before suddenly the tip of Ron's finger slipped past the tight outer ring of Jim's asshole. Jim groaned and gripped the sheets from this unknown and uncertain feeling. Ron paused for a while before continuing to slowly drive his finger deeper into Jim's ass. Jim had no idea how much of Ron's finger was inside him as he tried to adjust to this new sensation. He still wasn't sure if he liked this feeling as Ron worked his finger in deeper. However, when Ron slowly pulled his finger back out Jim felt a wild chill move up his spine and his cock jumped. For whatever reason, there was something about the feeling of Ron's finger sliding slowly back out of his asshole that greatly affected him. Ron spent the next few minutes fucking Jim's ass with his finger. Eventually he leaned down and again took Jim's cock in his mouth as he continued finger fucking his asshole. "Oh fuck!" Jim cried out as Ron started sucking him. Jim thought he might loose control and cum right away, but he was able to resist that urge to continue this wild fuck a little longer. Ron continued this teasing for a while longer. Jim was so absorbed in the moment that he didn't know if 2 or 20 minutes had passed, but then Ron suddenly pulled his finger out of Jim's asshole and released his cock from his mouth. "Hold on," Ron said as he jumped off the bed and left the bedroom. Jim tried to figure out what the hell Ron was doing. He heard some shuffling around and then heard footsteps coming back toward the bedroom. The first thing Ron did when he stepped back in the room was pull off his boxers. Jim's gaze was drawn to Ron's hard cock and as Ron quickly moved back to bed Jim realized that he still hadn't seen what Ron had left the room to get. Jim pulled his legs back up and hooked his hands behind his knees as Ron picked up the tube of lube. It was then that Jim saw Ron squeeze a bunch of the gel onto a dildo. Jim had never actually seen a dildo in person before. He had seen plenty of them in porno movies as invariably two horny women used a dildo to fuck each other silly, but he had never seen one. The dildo looked like a real cock and was a little smaller then Jim's cock. Ron smeared the gel over the dildo and brought the tip of the dildo to Jim's ass. Just as he had felt before with Ron's finger there was again a pressure on his asshole. This time, however, it was the dildo that stretched his asshole to a never before felt width as Jim moaned in wild disbelief. The pressure briefly became pain as his asshole struggled to adjust to the size of the dildo. Jim was so focused on the feeling of his asshole stretching to the width of this dildo that by the time he realized the dildo had slipped inside his ass it was already a couple of inches inside him. Ron paused with the dildo partway inside Jim's asshole. Jim felt his ass slowly getting used to the width of the new invader. Jim's eyes had been closed this whole time but they suddenly shot open when he felt Ron's mouth again wrapping itself around his rock hard cock. Ron started sucking and licking his cock excitedly as he pushed the dildo further up Jim's ass. Jim groaned wildly from both sensations and briefly looked down to see Ron's mouth engulfing his cock. Jim soon closed his eyes. The sensations were too overwhelming and he just wanted to let these new feelings wash over him. The intensity of the sensations struggled for his attention as Ron's hot blowjob continued along with the unbelievable new feeling of his asshole being filled with this fake cock. The dildo reached deeper and stretched his asshole wider than Ron's finger had and the sensation of that alone sent chills up Jim's spine. It made him feel very nasty and kinky to be fucked like this. He was used to being the one doing the fucking and now here he was flat on his back getting reamed up the ass. Ron's intense blowjob only added to Jim's experience. How he was able to resist cumming already was beyond Jim. Ron's blowjob started with a frantic intensity and only got wilder and more energetic as it continued. It was only a short while later when Jim felt his orgasm approaching. He managed only a grunt to warn Ron of his impending load of cum before a whole new range of sensations overwhelmed him. As his orgasm started his asshole tightened and amplified the sensation of the dildo inside him. Every feeling and sensation was heightened by his ass being so full. Similarly, the sensation in his asshole only felt better and better as his orgasm started. Jim couldn't believe how good this felt and how it actually felt great to have the fake cock up his asshole as his first jet of cum erupted. Whether he intended to or not Ron's mouth was still wrapped around Jim's cock and he took the first of Jim's cum directly into his mouth. Ron quickly pulled his mouth back and replaced it with his hand as he easily stroked Jim's cock in a perfect tempo. However, he didn't really move his mouth far. Jim lifted his head and stared down to see that Ron still had his mouth open as he stroked him. Most of the rest of Jim's cum didn't land in Ron's mouth, but a few drops did join his initial jet in Ron's mouth. However, even seeing those few drops land in Ron's mouth and on his lips was such a wild visual that Jim felt his orgasm reach a new peak as he groaned wildly. His orgasm finally played itself out as Jim continued staring at Ron to see what he would do with the cum in his mouth. Ron's hand slowly stroked and played with Jim's cock as Ron cautiously closed his mouth. He hesitated for a few seconds before he tentatively swallowed. The realization that Ron was tasting cum for the first time, and that it was his cum, made Jim wildly excited. He felt his stomach knot with disbelieving excitement. After Ron swallowed his cum he looked up at Jim and they briefly made eye contact. Jim smiled slightly but Ron didn't return his smile as his face was a mask of pure lust and desire. For a few moments neither moved or said anything. Ron finally broke the silence by softly saying, "I want to fuck you." The words were so unbelievable and shocking that Jim could hardly make sense of them. Jim could only stare as Ron picked up the tube of lube and squeezed a heavy load of it onto his rock hard cock. Jim's mind was still trying to make sense of what was happening as his eyes locked onto Ron's cock. It already glistened under the layer of lube and it looked so amazingly raw and sexual that Jim couldn't pull his eyes away. It was only when Ron's hand again grasped the dildo that Jim even realized the dildo was still shoved deep in his ass. Ron pulled the dildo out and dropped it to the floor. Ron hesitated for a moment and looked up at Jim. "Is this OK?" Ron asked. Jim realized that he hadn't yet outwardly reacted to Ron's comment. Jim wasn't in any state of mind to think about if this was what he wanted. His lust and curiosity was completely in control and, after watching Ron smear the lube onto his hard cock, Jim knew he couldn't resist this opportunity. He moaned, "Yes," and Ron quickly moved between Jim's spread legs. The feeling of his friend moving into position made Jim tingle with anticipation. For a moment as Ron settled into a comfortable position, Ron's hard, slippery cock rubbed over Jim's wet, softening cock. This brief touch sent wild jolts of excitement through Jim. Jim pulled his legs up a bit higher as Ron positioned his cock at the entrance to Jim's asshole. For a few moments Jim moaned wildly at the sensation of Ron's cock against his asshole. Ron continued to try and find a comfortable position but wasn't successful. Jim tried to shift his hips and even tried shoving a pillow under his ass to create a position that was comfortable but nothing worked. Finally Ron said, "Roll over." Suddenly Jim knew exactly what Ron was thinking and he eagerly rolled over onto his elbows and knees. His mind raced and his stomach tightened with excitement in anticipation of what was about to happen. Were they really going to do this? Was he about to get fucked doggie style up his ass by his best friend? Fucking doggie style was one of Jim's favorite positions. He loved to finish his fucks in this position. He loved being able to grasp his lover's hips and control the fuck. Usually these fucks resulted in Jim pounding his cock into his female partner until he filled her pussy with a huge load of cum. The realization that he was very likely about to play the role of the female in this scenario sent a nervous chill through him. He felt Ron move into position behind him. The feeling of Ron's hard cock brushing against his ass sent chills through Jim. Soon, Ron was in position and Jim felt the sensation of the tip of Ron's cock against his asshole. This time, however, his cock didn't just rest there. Ron started pushing his cock forward and Jim groaned at the sensation of pressure against his asshole. After being stretched already by the dildo the head of Ron's cock slipped rather easily inside the tight outer ring of Jim's ass. It was then that Jim realized that Ron's cock was going to be even larger than the dildo. The discomfort he felt as his ass stretched again to accept the new invader was muted by the excitement of what was happening. Ron paused for a few moments as Jim's ass slowly adjusted to the size of his cock and then he pushed forward again. He repeated this sequence of pushing slowly forward and then pausing for Jim to adjust until his cock was completely buried inside Jim's ass. As Ron paused with his cock all the way inside him, Jim gasped and moaned wildly. It felt like his ass was about to rip in half. He had never felt so full. The pressure was intense and wildly exciting in a way he would never have imagined possible. Ron's cock felt so much bigger than the dildo, bigger even than he expected. It felt like the tip of Ron's cock was deeper inside him than he would have imagined possible. Ron gripped Jim's hips and slowly began to pull his cock out until it felt like just the tip was left inside. As wild and exciting as it had felt before to have the dildo or Ron's fingers sliding out of his asshole it was nothing compared to how it now felt with Ron's cock. Jim shuttered and moaned as Ron slowly pulled out and then pushed back inside until he was once again all the way inside Jim. Ron continued like this as Jim's mind reeled with the idea that he was getting fucked. Eventually Jim's ass relaxed as it got used to being so stretched like this and Ron was able to fuck him a little faster and easier. For a long while Jim was so engrossed in the moment and his own feelings that he didn't pay any attention to Ron. When Jim finally became aware of Ron again as more than just the cock inside him he realized that Ron was grunting and moaning loudly. Ron's hands gripped his hips tightly and he realized that Ron was now fucking him at a rather fast tempo. Soon Jim began rocking from the power of Ron's wild thrusts and the bed shook beneath them. "Oh, fuck," Ron moaned as he continued to pound Jim's ass. Jim couldn't see Ron but from the fuck and from his moans it was clear that Ron was loving every moment of this. Suddenly, Ron groaned loudly and drove his cock all the way inside Jim's ass as his hands pulled back roughly on Jim's hips. Jim became aware of a strange new sensation in his ass and realized, with equal part surprise and excitement, that Ron was cumming in his ass. Jim wasn't sure what he expected Ron to do when he came, but somehow the idea that Ron would fill his ass with cum never really occurred to him. The sensation of Ron's cum shooting inside and slowly filling his ass was wildly exciting and sent chills down Jim's spine. Eventually Ron resumed thrusting as he coaxed out the last of his cum. Finally, Ron leaned back and let his cock slide out of Jim's ass. After having his cock inside for so long it suddenly felt strange to not have it inside as Jim's ass slowly went back to its normal size. Jim remained on his knees and elbows for a few moments before rolling over onto his side. As he rolled he was very aware of the moist, sticky feeling between his ass cheeks. He knew that some of that was from the lube but he also knew that some of it was from Ron's cum that had leaked out of his asshole. Neither of them said anything as they both basked in the amazing realization of what they had just done and how good it felt. Before long Jim heard Ron's breathing change and he knew his friend had fallen asleep. Jim pulled the covers up over them and before long he too had fallen into a deep sleep. When he awoke the next morning Jim's asshole was sore. He was aware of it whenever he moved but the feelings only served as a happy reminder of what had happened the night before. When he first woke up he was alone in Ron's bed. He heard the water in the shower running and briefly thought about joining Ron to repeat what they had done yesterday in the shower. However, he was so comfortable in bed that it took him a while to decide to get up. Before he could actually get up he heard the water in the shower stop and Ron returned to the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. They exchanged good mornings and Ron commented that they should probably get up and get the place cleaned up before his parents came home. "I'm not sure when they're coming back," Ron said, "and I don't even want to think about what they would do if they found us here like this." He and Jim laughed and Jim got out of bed and took his turn in the shower. It turned out that Ron's parents didn't return until several hours later, and that time gave Jim and Ron a chance to hang out before Jim left. He had to get back to campus that afternoon and get ready for classes the next day. They talked and had something to eat before they agreed they were both looking forward to coming home for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Jim had always looked forward to Thanksgiving anyway and now he knew he had a whole new reason to eagerly await his next visit home.

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Title: Project Shadefall - Epilogue and chapter one by Madix-3 Tags: Bat, Bisexual, Dragoness, Gore, Hypnosis, Magic, Vampire Wolf Disclaimer: If you will be offended while or after reading this text just don't. You are also prohibited to read this text if you don't enjoy and/or like: (hopefully) well written stories, furries in general, blood, depictions of sexual acts, vampires, words and your Parents (... what? It's important to have healthy family relationships) or even are offended by them. (If your mother or father offends you, please seek help.) --- Epilogue "I had to wait long enough. I know I am a very impatient person and also know this is my biggest weakness, but I, unlike others, learned to deal with it accordingly. It is one of my biggest strengths, now. When I saw a good chance, I took it, without any doubts or regrets I executed my plan, with the usual cold perfection that I assumed over time. But please, I'm sorry. Let me start at the beginning and properly introduce myself. All you really have to know about me, my little Wagon, is that obviously, I am an albino bat, and that my name is Endless. Just Endless, as there are endless things I can be called. However, that will not matter to you, because everything you will call me, unless I allow you to do otherwise, will be 'Milord', 'my Lord,''Sir' or 'my Liege'. And don't whimper like that, show some pride of what you are. What you have become. What you WILL become. Show gratitude for the GIFT I gave you." Endless isn't always like this, you have to know. Usually he was rather nice, smiled a lot and opened doors for ladies. What made his current attitude hopefully a little more understandable was the fact that he stood in pouring rain, it was cold, it was wet and on top of that the person he spoke to didn't even appreciate all the effort, the countless hours of waiting, planning and observing he seddled onto himself, just to rip her heart out of her chest. Maybe another excuse is in order. Endless doesn't really think like other people do. Some people call it crazy, but it made perfect sense to him. It was only logical. How can somebody who thinks logically be crazy, I ask you? That it doesn't make sense to others never held him from doing what was neccesary to reach his goals. And in this very moment, the only goal he had mirrored itself in his blood red albino-eyes. I trail off, though. Upon completing the small speech he held, the bat kneeled down to the Wolf-Dragon hybrid that laid on the floor before him, adorned by a slowly expanding pool of red. He found red really wasn't a color that suits her, but right now it couldn't be helped, just because... She was laying in blood. Her own blood. It surrounded her, nearly drowned her, made her try to get away and was so delicious. Yes, she really thought it was delicious. When you cough blood, you are really lucky to find your own blood delicious, wouldn't you say? However Shadefall Kaisyndraa (allow me to introduce her at this point, she was rather occupied and didn't show the manners to answer the bat's own introduction), a Wagon, short for "Wolf-Dragon hybrid", couldn't really enjoy the moment, mainly because, well, mainly because she was dying. But also because it was raining and she forgot her umbrella at home. It would have been fine if it had been a warm summers' rain, but it was raining cats and dogs and it was autumn. There were brown leafs swimming on her blood. She moved her eyes, the only thing she was able to move at the moment. She saw something she would remember often after this day. But then again you tend to not forget the things you see while you die. The white fabric of the cloak worn by the kneeling person touched this crimson fluid, but instead of turning red, and soaking itself full, it retained it's pure white, just the red Cross on it's back flashed a little brighter for a heartbeat. The person in the cloak traced the outline of the dying Wagon's chin, still riddled with blood and a few entrails which were ripped from her torn chest, with a claw-tipped finger, then leaned down to speak seven words that would change Shadefalls' destiny. Or rather lead her to it. Finally. The albino slowly drew back his hood and then, with his usual silent, not unfriendly, but oddly sad voice he asked: "Do you want to die or serve?" \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ CHAPTER ONE As the sleeper awakes \~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~\*\~ When she woke up, he was already there, sitting in an armchair next to the soft and rather gigantic canopy bed she laid in. "Hello, Nova." He refilled the teacup that stood on a table beside him, then took a sip. "You feel ill and wounded, I know, so I won't ask how you feel, if you forgive my ill manners. You shouldn't speak at the moment, anyways." Shadefall was not a dumb person. She knew that with her wounds, she had to be dead by now, she also knew that this person there, sitting in his armchair with a cup of tea and a smile, turned her into a vampire. (The fact she could feel that her fangs had gotten bigger helped a bit, too.) He damned her to a life without light, joy and companions, to a life that would only consist of bloodshed, murder, a life just for the purpose of causing fear and agony. To her surprise, the bat spoke again, before she even had the chance of saying something that would have expressed her utter disgust and hatred. "Now now, please..." Endless took another sip of his tea, then looked straight into her eyes. "A life without friends? Without light? Without \_JOY\_?" His expression grew a bit angered at this point, a remarkable change from his usually rather calm and friendly features. I told you he's a nice guy. Would you ask the following if you weren't nice? "First: What did those persons ever do for you? They asked you for help and you delivered. They asked you for services and you gave. But when you didn't know where to go, what to do... where were they?" He sighed, shaking his head lightly. "I must admit there were a few just a few amongst the pitiful creatures you called "friends", who you might rightfully miss, if it makes you feel better, you are absolutely free to invite them, once you learned the basic tricks. Just the standar..." All of a sudden the Wagon threw away her blanket, then thrusted towards this disgusting, arrogant and selfish bat who took her life away. She wanted to kill him, shred him, take him by surpirse, just like he did on that rainy day in fall, just a few hours ago, but it seemed like an eternity. She didn't even reach a tuft of her new "Lords'"white fur, before she collapsed, bu before she fell to the ground she froze mid-air, held there by a powerful force that pressed the air out of her lungs. At this occasion she was nearly bound to findd out she didn't need to breathe anymore, which is an odd feeling. It's a bit like constantly suffocating and at the same time waiting for the dizzy spells, but Shade (like any other person making this experience) had her expectations disappointed. (Not that she was sad or even angered about that fact. Nobody really is. They all love to live after all.) All in all nothing happened, to be precise. There was just a small eternity passing by until the vampire graciously raised from his chair and whispered:"Why, Nova?" At the climax of this sentence, a flash of lightning cast a grimace on the bats' face, making it even more intimidating than before. (It was still raining outside. A good day to die. In my experience dying on a lush and beautiful day in spring kind of ruins the whole week. But if you die and it rains, the day wasn't very good to begin with. Stopping to live surely won't ruin it further, there could be a lot of things that are worse coming to my mind. For example realising you forgot your umbrella or ran out of hot chocolate. The female of the pair we are talking about only had to ask for hot chocolate and even better: you don't need umbrellas when you are suspended by magical powers so strong they prevent you from breathing. You have other things to worry about, for example how to calm the angry bat that holds you 5 feet off the ground.) Said bat surely made a powerful sight, just standing there, one arm pointed at the struggling form in front of him, the other hand crushing the tea-cup in his hand. Slowly, his face unreadable, he walked forward, just to lay the very hand that crushed the teacup seconds ago on his trembling novice's head. The hand, placed right between her long ears, petted her a few times, until he continued to adress his student: "Now, Nova. Listen. I will only say this ONCE... The first thing you are ordered to do when you awake in the morning, is greeting me in a adequate manner if I am in the room or otherwise in reach. The second thing is: if you ever attack me again, you will spend the next ten years in my dungeon, tied to a rack. Every ten days I will come down to accompany for an hour or two. You will really wish you had better company there in a matter of weeks. And when you do, I will bring you company, I can quickly find you a few skelletons or ghouls." He blinked and suddenly his eyes turning to a pitch black. Only the red iris remained in the center of his eyeballs, almost looking like they were burning, a torch in the dark. "They are quite capable torturers, just not as capable as \_I\_ am." Following those words he sent wave after wave of magically inducted agony through the helpless body in front of him, making every cell within her writhe in pain. And even more important: making her scream. Spasm after spasm the magic thrusted into her body, until he grew tired of listening to her quite beautiful screams. (You all love when nice women talk to you, right? And actually these screams were the first thing the Wagon said after she she awoke.) "I really like that sound (see?), my little Nova..." He blinked again and his eyes returned to their normal state, just a second before Shadefall's limb and suddenly unsupported body crashed on the wooden floor " I would really like to hear it every morning, you know? Contradicting what you think right now, I don't actually want to hurt you, that would be a waste." (He would, but that's another chapter in this story.) The addressed ball of fur just whimpered, still twitching every now and then, then finally opened her mouth to ask: "Why do you keep calling me Nova?" As a response, the bat slowly turned around, kneeled down, then lifted her up to carry her onto the bed. After he was sure she laid comfortably (as comfortable as you can lie when you had your heart ripped out of your chest a few hours ago) he said: "\_My lord\_... 'Why do you keep calling me Nova \_my Lord\_' ", espacially emphazising the "Lord" in this sentence. He liked the word "Lord" the most, but felt like she had the right to pick between a few titles. "I already thought that it would take some time to get that into your head. But well, here's your answer: I call you Nova simply because you are my Novice, and I don't really like the sound of that word. It's too sharp and it's cold. Therefore I abbreviated it 'Nova'. I really think that name suits you, little thing", he concluded, then pulled the sheets back over the battered frame laying next to him. "And now for the other questions, the ones you didn't speak out loud. Yes, I can read minds. Yes, I caught you in bright sunlight and yes, I will tell you how to accomplish that 'miracle'. When you will be able to see your friends again depends on how long it takes you to master the art of sublety, frankly. And no, I don't have a girlfriend right now." As the Wagon's cheeks assumed a color that could best be described as 'fire-extinguisher-red', she noticed that she had been looking over the Bat's body over the whole time he was talking. It was not a badly shaped body, she had to admit. A bit too thin, almost slender, as far as she was concerned, but he made up for that with the absolutely awesome clothing he wore. Her thoughts, not mine. But I like his clothing, too. Basically it just consisted of three visible pieces: a black sweater with black belts criss-crossed over it, black denim trousers which' legs were connected by stripes of cotton fabric and finally, over it all, a long and somewhat tight white cloak. All in all very acceptable neo-Gothic clothing. It made him look like he was 19, or maybe twenty, but she \_knew\_ he had to be MUCH older. Of course. When he turned around to get back to his armchair, she noticed the huge red tribal cross on the back of his cloak. There was something about it that drew her in. She just couldn't stop staring at it, until he sat down again and hid it from her gaze. After a nip of his tea from a new cup, which seemed to have appeared in his hand out of nothing, he adressed her again: "This cross is special, you know? Special to me and probably special to you, too, by now. It drank a bit of your blood, which means you are connected to it and that is quite an honor to be. No, I will not tell you what's so special about it for now. You need to rest, Nova, because we need to start with your training as soon as possible." As he came to the end of the sentence, he stood up, set the depleted cup of tea aside, walked to the bed again to sit on it and bow over Shadefall, looking in her eyes. The closer he came the more she shunned away, preparing herself for the assault to come, not really seeing (nor caring) that her fur, a stunning mix of purple and grey, was barely covered. (Endless noticed, but would rather die, again, than staring at a naked woman and making her uncomfortable. Except if she was okay with it.) Shadefall, just to say it, wouldn't have been okay with it. She was too busy concentrating to look anywhere, just not into those threatening, heartless, warm, soft and loving eyes... Wait. Warm, soft and loving? She blinked with a look on her face that you people would just be able to describe as "WTF?" Then Endless pressed his lips on hers, sending her to sleep. If you notice any mistakes, please tell me. I'm not a native speaker so errors may have been overlooked :/ Also: Comments are highly appreciated. As a thumbrule: No comments=no follow ups, because I'll keep them for myself. Formatting for Yiffstars' high requirements is a pain in the butt. Also I thank Shadefall for letting me use her Character and loving me (a bit), [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heartsong](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heartsong) Come back in one piece... I thank Seven for loving me and keeping me going, I thank Judy for being there, I thank Trilli for the bite marks, I thank Snoopy and Noxior for telling me how to format a page \>.\> I thank my life for being awesome. I thank everyone who reads this and comments/rates. I should have more self-esteem, but it's you for whom I write those stories and it makes me happy when you like them or tell me (nicely) how I can improve. Beware, I'm a very good flamer :P All characters belong to their respective creators, any relation between the real life and this story, even if it's intended, is not intended. If you like poetry you are welcome to visit my FA page, too, where I have a few short stories as well: [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/madix-3](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/madix-3) \-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A small dialogue. (\*cough\* You forgot something.) No, I won't tell the readers who you are, introduce yourself, damnit. We had that discussion often enough. (Fine, but not right now, I bet they want to hear how the story advances rather than hearing about me. I'm boring, really.) Well, I think you're not, you have been around for pretty long and seen many things beyond most peoples' comprehension. You are funny, but not in a childish way. I mean with your job you really have to be as mature as y... (YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE AWESOME RIGHT NOW?) What? (A game of GOD DAMN BRAWL) I don't have a Wii. (Oh, right. We will have to work on that. I'll see what I can do. But then we play Brawl, okay?) \*Sigh\* Kay. What about finishing the story, now? (Ice cream!!! ^\_^) Why me? \-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- This is Swedened, err Finished, for now. Check for updates soon :)

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Title: How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 13 Tags: non-human, nonhuman Emilio paced the hall of the abandoned old plantation house he'd occupied at the periphery of the Mt. Biak na Bato National Park. Caves and thick forests still abounded here, and the canopy thickened to blanket the interior of the forested area almost to night-dark, even at midday. His bait was wriggling, trapped in strong cocoons of liana vines that hung from massive balete trees older, even, than Emilio, that stood at the boundary of the property's garden gone wild. There, behind a now-dry well of sandstone and granite, hung the three creatures who would draw Kidlat out and into Emilio's grasp. Muffled vocalizations from his three captives merely made the kilkig chuckle. One female and two males. Not a bad catch. All he'd needed to do was point his black blade at the pale pilsen beers they'd been holding as they chatted in that chi-chi nightclub at Bonifacio Global City. His incantations and innate venom did the rest. The trio had lost consciousness, looking for all the world like they'd become sleeping drunks. So Emilio played the helpful stranger who looked at their IDs and assured the bartender that he was a family friend and would see them home safely. Humans were so easy to dupe. He'd only meant to take the siblings, Habagat and Amihan Batumbakal, but that pesky, younger brother of the tikbalang Bulalakw who'd hosted Emilio's vengeful consciousness and soul for so long, would not be parted from Habagat or Amihan. So Emilio brought him along for the ride. Feh, what was one more dead tikbalang when all was said and done, anyway? \*\*\* Midmorning light bathed Amihan's heavy head. She had the great-grandmother of all hangovers, but only remembered having had less than one beer. Her mane of straight, light brown hair hung down messy, like Sadako's 'do, all the way down to her waist in snarls straight hair should never even have. *What the hell? I can't move my arms. Or my neck. Or my legs.* She tried to call out, but thick, leafy tendrils held her mouth shut: They were wrapping around her head, from the top of her skull to just under the hinge of her jaw—and they wrapped so tightly she could not, for the life of her, open her mouth. Amihan looked around as much as her peripheral vision would permit. Slightly in front of her and to her left hung her brother, Habagat, trussed up in similar fashion by vines wrapping him up so well she could only see his face and one twitching hand. In front of her hung Waki (known to everyone else but her family and his as Kalawakan Busilak Dayo) her brother's best friend, horror etched on his face as he slowly realized how immobile he was in that terrible cocoon of liana creepers. The vines had only enough give to allow the three to breathe, and only barely. A deep breath was next to impossible for Amihan, unless she wanted to truly lay a hurt on her chest. *Damn these boobs* , she thought with a despairing sense of irony as she watched Waki struggle to break the coils and only succeeding in chafing his skin against the liana vine's tough skin. They don't make these vines into wicker for nothing. *But the strength of these vines* , Amihan mused gravely, is unnatural. *They're like well-tempered steel. Fuck. Fuckity-fuck-fuck.* The crunching of dry leaves underfoot announced the arrival of another being. One whose menace chased the humid heat away to wrap the three bound beings ahead of him in a sticky, oily chill. Habagat and Waki kept their eyes trained on Emilio, who was now between the three of them. They studied the man with intent eyes making sure they memorized his face. For later. "I see you're all settled in very nicely, tikbalang, tikbalang and lady," Emilio's words made Amihan bristle with loathing and, if she could have opened her mouth, she'd have spat at him in a most unladylike manner. Since she couldn't move, she simply conserved her strength, casting speaking looks at her brother and his best friend. We can wait. Not that Emilio was paying attention to the wordless dialogue between his three captives. He took their stillness for fear. He was too busy stroking something hidden under the plackets of his black button-down linen shirt, his fingers tracing the borders of an isosceles triangle under the smooth fabric. "Don't worry. You won't be up there too long. Kidlat and his lovers should be here soon, and my plans will go as they finally should. I tire of this body. I would have his. And I will." Emilio said this as he pinched Amihan's cheeks while her hazel eyes spat fire at him. "Such a shame I'll have to kill all of you, but, hey, more life for me. More power for me. Plus Bulan will pay for all these centuries of rejection I've had to live with. Lovely. Too bad you won't meet your Uncle Arao. He's quite the firecracker, even if he doesn't know which end of the spear goes into the other guy." Emilio's hands roved over the curves of Amihan's body, mapping it with lascivious intent, stroking over the coils of liana and squeezing painfully over her breasts, hips and mons, while her brother and his best friend struggled fruitlessly in their bonds. "I know which end goes into the other body, if you know what I mean. I do so love fucking the dead and dying. But that's for later." \*\*\* Cocoy parked his SUV in his designated parking space in the lot beside his apartment building in Manila. He, his tikbalang and diwata were alighting the vehicle when a *nuno* dressed in farmer's garb of red camisa de chino and heavy denim loped in long strides up to Kidlat, who was moving to the back of the vehicle to unload their things. "Tikbalang do you recognize me?" The *nuno* threw the question across the foor or so between him and Kidlat as he tossed his considerably long ponytail back and put his angular face fully in the mid-morning light. "You owe me a boon. I have come to collect it." "Now?" Kidlat let the word out on an exasperated sigh as Jinx came up behind him. Cocoy, too. "Now." The *nuno*'s voice was deep and firm. "I have need for you. Someone took something of mine and I want it back. A talisman taken from me." Kidlat took a deep breath and got his frazzled emotions back under control as he addressed the *nuno* who had helped him find Cocoy in his dreamwalk: "Gentle *nuno*, I would gladly pay your boon, but my brother and sister are missing. I must first find them. Then I will do as you bid." "A kilkig took my amulet, tikbalang. I would have it back." The *nuno* all but ignored Kidlat's words, his hands gesticulating angrily in the air. "That amulet cannot in the poisoning bastard's hands longer than it already has been. My garden will die without it." The *nuno*'s life depended on the wild plant life that surrounded its barrow-home, Kidlat remembered. The *nuno* was a plant-nurturer, and traces of *nuno* blood surely flowed in the veins of many master-farmers, those who knew the secrets to renewing fallow fields and enriching forests. What this being was asking for was its continued existence—without the talisman, he would die. His ears pricked at the word " *kilkig* ." Those maleficar's were rare enough. Might it be the *kilkig* he, Cocoy and Jinx were after? "Can you tell me any more details, so I may serve you, earth-healer?" "My amulet is in the birthplace of this nation, where the First Republic was created. That evil creature has it close to a forest, damn his soul to Magwayen's hairy ass. Retrieve it for me. Use it if you have to, but return it to me." The *nuno* looked the tikbalang in the eye and raised his open, and very, very long palms up and together, nodding once before winking out of the trio's view. "Wow, don't the Other Worlders know the magic words, like 'please'?" Jinx was irked as she opened the SUV's back door to begin hauling their gear out, and Cocoy moved in to assist her. "Not all of us," Kidlat said, an apology in his voice. "The *nuno* are particularly curt about what they want, and pretty sensitive about more things than a hothouse orchid is. Any idea about where that *nuno* means for us to go? Sorry, I slept through that history class." "Birth of the First Republic?" Cocoy's spoke with a mixture of surprise and sarcasm. "C'mon, dude, even you should know the **nuno** referred to Biak na Bato, the mountain. *Pilipino ka naman, a.* Even if you are a tikbalang." "Fuckitall. I am too tired to get stuck on the North Luzon Expressway and the parking lot that is Edsa at this time, and I am not up to schlepping myself up a mountain. Again." Jinx muttered, opening her notebook. "Maybe we should ask if there is a diwata for that mountain?" She brought out her mobile phone and dialed Adora's number, making her query as quickly as she could once the niceties of greeting the owner of Pepe's Pole were done. The three hauled their baggage up to Cocoy's apartment and dumped it just inside the front door before heading to Pepe's Pole on foot, as Adora had instructed Jinx to see her, yesterday. \*\*\* "This is tea rose marble," Adora said to Kidlat after she greeted them at the door of the empty bar, holding up a chicken egg-sized piece of pink marble shot through with swirls of white and gold. "This is what Biak na Bato is made of. Hang on to that." She put the polished rock in the tikbalang's hand. Adora turned to Jinx, nodding her head toward a fainting couch that reconfigured itself into a set of descending stairs just outside her inner sanctum. "Go down those stairs and touch the marble panel beside the stairs when you get to the basement. Use your fire. Urduja left this with me, in case I needed to see her. She's the guardian of Biak na Bato." "Urduja, as in the warrior princess of Pangasinan?" Cocoy asked, his curiosity piqued enough for him to forget that he wasn't to speak to Adora until spoken to. *Breach of etiquette be damned.* "You know her as a human princess," Adora said to Cocoy. "We know her as a diwata fostered with a king and his kindly queen. Enough questions. Ask them when you get back, *Taga Lupa.* Oh, and bring that stone back to me intact, please. You break it and you will have to come back the hard way: By bus and elevated rail, with several poor shortstops jammed into your sweaty armpits, like the rest of the population of this country. You are welcome." Kidlat's stomach was still rumbling and queasy, but at least he had his bearings and strength back. He'd taken some things that might prove useful with him, stashed away in the side pockets of his cargo pants. He'd also made sure Cocoy's ritual jar and Jinx's ledger were in a rucksack he made Cocoy carry. Jinx didn't really need anything, since her molten nature was stabilized and pretty much under control now. Kidlat let himself have one look at both his lovers from the foot of the stairs, unaware of just how much his adulation of them both shone from his every pore. Cocoy squeezed Jinx's hand, pointing silently to Kidlat with his lips, lest he spoil the tender moment. He mouthed, "ours," to Jinx, who nodded, quirked her eyebrows and smiled at Cocoy, then cast her smile down at Kidlat. He ignored the currents of desire that wouldn't stop zinging between the three of them, no matter what dire situation was at hand. *We will get back to drowning in sex after all this is done. That incentive works.* Jinx's jet hair was curling just under the collar of her light blue shirt, her locks' layers shining with blue highlights in the artificial light. Her dimple-flanked smile drew Kidlat's eyes right back to the moment and away from his intent perusal of her unconsciously sensual descent in her bootleg black jeans and black running shoes. Her nipples were rubbing against the cloth of her bra, a reminder of the way her men had played her body like the sex virtuosos they were. Her thin mesh panties were making the sweetest friction down south, yes, but first they had to find the jackass who poisoned Kidlat. Cocoy was holding her hand, his long fingers slowly rubbing hers, and he, too, looked mighty fine with his celadon chambray shirt offsetting his natural tan and the copper in his curly hair. *I want to remember them like this, looking down at me with reassuring smiles that make me want to be worth that belief.* Kidlat smiled back up at them and motioned for them to step it up a notch. "We need to get to that *kilkig*, lady and gent." His reminder was gentle, much to his own surprise. *They make me want to be better. This is the long run, all right. Wow, Inay was right.* Well, okay, so they still made him hard, despite all the trouble that came attached to them, but if this was what Buhawi felt with Tala, then he just had to respect his eldest brother's ability to walk straight when his wife was near. Cocoy took hold of Kidlat's right hand, and Jinx held the tikbalang's left hand, stretching her other hand to the pink marble tile on the wall beside her. She channeled her fire through that outstretched arm and into the marble, while Kidlat and Cocoy held the stone Adora had lent them in their joined hands. The tikbalang narrowed his focus to finding the *kilkig*, and Cocoy put together silent incantations for a safe journey and for the favor of whatever gods were listening right at that moment. The three closed their eyes, focusing their intent on one goal: Arriving at their destination and finding the *kilkig* they all sought. On their third deep breath, the air changed: It was cooler and smelt of resinous tree sap and of sweet water. They heard the rushing of a stream nearby. \*\*\* "You're a bit late, but I forgive you," a nasty, venomous voice broke the silence of the Kidlat, Cocoy and Jinx. "Never keep me waiting. It's a capital crime—and I will punish you sorely for it." Indecipherable mutterings spoiled the effect Emilio was hoping for, though, as Amihan had managed to loosen the bonds holding her jaw shut. "Fire beneath his feet, fire beneath his feet, fire beneath his feet: Blaze!" Amihan managed to yell before the vines clamped her jaw shut again. Flames shot up from the humus underfoot, singing Emilio's face and setting his hair on fire. Talk about 'wa poise': Emilio let out an almost womanly screech as he batted against the flames on his head, the fingers of one hand snagging on his shirt and ripping away fabric and buttons in the *kilkig*'s haste to smother his flaming hair. He would have looked like the world's most uncoordinated dancer, had it not been for the fire running up and down his pants, shirt and head. "Stupid bitch!" Emilio yelled, unwisely turning his back on Kidlat, Jinx and Cocoy as he pulled a black blade from the sheath clipped to his belt and pointing it at Amihan. An intense beam of darkness, deep as a starless and moonless night, shot out of the wicked blade's chisel tip to strike Kidlat's little sister in the chest, forcing her body into convulsions so violent some of the vines binding her body snapped at one wrist and ankle. Cocoy dropped into a crouch as he pulled his rucksack open. He tossed Jinx's ledger out and rummaged frantically for the ritual jar. Jinx was already on the move, her brain moving from human thought to diwata instinct. Her eyes were already lahar-gray, and her hands were glowing lava-hot as she reached for the *kilkig*'s back. "You don't like it hot, I take it?" The sarcasm dripped angrily from her words as she got hold of the maleficar's face. The smell of roasting human flesh hit her nostrils and she wrinkled her nose. "Ew. You stink." Kidlat pulled a rescue knife from one of his cargo pockets as he moved to Amihan, Habagat, and Waki, cutting them down as quickly as he inhumanly could. "It does not matter if you destroy this body, diwata," Emilio said, gritting his teeth through the pain of having his face burned to the bone. "It isn't mine." He pointed his black blade at Kidlat's back, and, again a beam of poisonous shadows shot out. It struck Kidlat between the shoulderblades and screaming agony dropped the tikbalang, first to his knees, then into a ball on the forest floor. "Go ahead and kill me. Only I can undo the poison coursing through Kidlat's body," Emilio gasped fighting to keep his blade arm raised and aimed at Kidlat. "Then I'll just let this body die and take over your lover's body. And I will fuck you all to death with my poisons running through your blood." He spat out black blood that sizzled and crusted on the diwata's molten hand. "What is your name, maleficar?" Jinx's voice was deep and layered like vast echoes layer across valleys from the mountainside. "Give me your name or I will burn you out of even my lover and his kin." Where Jinx the human would have taken pity on her prey, this diwata had no pity to give. "Here, let me help," had Cocoy pulled a golden wire cutter from the ritual jar. He approached the diwata and kilkig from the side, snipping the golden wire holding a piece of black metal in the shape of an isosceles triangle and stamped with ancient tribal symbols. He caught the pendant as it fell. "Snip, snip, hooray. We'll be taking that." Waki and Habagat were still spitting out woody pieces of liana creeper, and rubbing their feet and hands to get their circulation back. Amihan was curled on her side, vomiting black bile while spasms shook her—and, in as much pain as she seemed to be in, she was glaring at the *kilkig* with the promise of retribution darkening her eyes to near-black. Habagat grabbed hold of Emilio's ankles, his big hands clamped like manacles around those joints. Waki stood on the other side of the *kilkig*, punched the maleficar hard in the solar plexus, then backed off, ready to deliver more blows as needed. "Go ahead," Emilio gasped through a bloody grin, his face now a mass of burns to the bone. "Kill me. Make my revenge complete." "Jinx, stop." Cocoy said softly into her ear as he pulled his diwata against his chest. "His spirit is reaching for Kidlat. Don't give him that satisfaction, love. Just let go." She let go, her gray gaze intent on Emilio as he dropped to the ground at her feet, his hands covering the grotesque ravages of her burning hands on his face. Cocoy looked to the skies through a break in the leaves above them, raised both his hands, and silently willed lightning to strike Emilio. The smell of ozone filled the air and a blinding flash of light signaled the lightning strike, knocking the *kilkig* out. \*\*\* Jinx held the cut ends of wire strung through pendant's metal loop between her right thumb and forefinger and smelted the break back together before tossing it to Cocoy. Habagat and Waki were busy trussing the battered *kilkig* up in liana creepers, mummy wrapping their tormentor up in the same way he'd trapped them. Waki had stabbed the poisoner's black blade into the ground under a patch of sunlight, where the blade began to soften and melt ever so slowly, like wax left out in the noonday sun. Amihan was spent from her violent flux, and she lay down on the humus with her eyes closed, the occasional dry heaves still wracking her slight frame. Kidlat sat beside his youngest sibling, stroking her hair away from her face. "Don't worry, Ms. Sunshine. We're getting out of this alive. You know *Inay* would kill me if I didn't bring you and Ugly Pants over there and his best friend, Fugly Face, home alive and well." "Screw you all. Brothers are a pain." Amihan's whisper was raspy, but no less relieved, or bitchy. "You took so long to get to us." She sat up with effort, and no small measure of wounded pride. "Use the talisman to secure Mr. Asshole Sonofabitch," Jinx called out to Cocoy as he held the little black thing in his hand. "Those vines won't hold him without help." Jinx truly had a much better memory now that she'd come into her diwata glory. The pages of her research were indexed in her brain as if she'd become a walking, talking search engine. Cocoy would have liked to kill the *kilkig*, and slowly, but he knew they needed to get that poisoner to provide an antidote to the poison used on Kidlat and Amihan, first. So he rummaged through the remnants of the *kilkig*'s pants, which had mostly burned off the creature. "So, Gerardo Alcuaz, tell us, who are you, really?" Cocoy asked dryly, after pouring whiskey from his hip-flask all over the burns on the *kilkig*'s face and chest. "Because I can tell this ID is fake as your teeth are. Had it made in Recto, did you? You chose the wrong stall." The *kilkig*'s porcelain tooth caps lay on the forest floor. Burned stumps of dentine marked their original position in the *kilkig*'s mealy mouth. "Emilio Maysapi." The words were spat out with effort, and venomous fearlessness. His eyes were clear, calculating and emotionless, despite the pain wracking his borrowed body. "Undo the poison, Emilio Maysapi." Cocoy barked out at the *kilkig*. "What's the magic word, bayot?" Scorn dripped like venom from a spitting cobra's fangs as Emilio clipped out each word in call center-worthy English. "You need to ask nicely, or I won't." "Please, Mr. Asshole Sonofabitch, do it, or I will reverse your spell on you." Cocoy took the black blade Waki'd plucked from beside the well and handed to him. The handle was partially melted with thick, sticky goo, but it would do. He aimed the chisel tip at Emilio's right eye. "Because I can, and will, hold you in that body and do just that if you do not." "Be my guest, you cocksucking son of a syphilitic she-goat whore. Hit me with your best shot." That just pushed Cocoy past the brink of his temper. He uttered a low incantation and rebounded Emilio's poison spell on its caster, holding the body down as it convulsed in the final throes of death. "And now, for my next trick," a low voice whispered from just above Cocoy's head. Kidlat rose to his knees beside Amihan, wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze. "Hello, little sister. Sunshine, eh?" Emilio's voice thundered in Amihan's ears as she fought to breathe. "I like tikbalang bodies. Especially this immortal one." Kidlat's body rose from the ground into a solid stance, feet planted apart as he pulled Amihan up and threw her against a large tree. He faced down Habagat and Waki, who were already moving to tackle him down. "Come to me, my pretties. Come to Papa." The three tikbalang fought in a graceless tangle of limbs and torsos, their punches landing solidly, the smacking of flesh on bone loud in the midday heat. "I told you not to kill it, Cocoy," Jinx kept a strained rein on her volcaninc temper, and her words came out in those eerie voice layers again. Susme. Do something." She moved toward Amihan, who was barely holding on to consciousness. The youngest Batumbakal was using the tree trunk she'd landed against to support her while she attempted to regain her footing and stand. Cocoy reached into the ritual jar and pulled out a beaded headdress. "Again? Fine." He jammed the headdress on his head and began to mentally weave together a chant. *Thank goodness I compose songs for a living,* he thought. *Now, how to get that damned thing out of OUR tikbalang...* "Hold my hand, please, diwata," petite Amihan reached out to tall and lanky Jinx while Cocoy searched for the right words. "I need a boost." Jinx took the smallest Batumbakal's hand and immediately felt power surge from her body into Amihan's. Amihan began a low chant, so low, only she could understand the words. She released Jinx's hand then, and Jinx felt the power drain stop, and her being fill up again with energy. Kidlat's sister held both hands out, a glow of gold sheening her side by side palms as she held those in the direction of her brothers and friend. The glow limning the palms Amihan was separating expanded to encompass the three tikbalang locked in battle. She was slowly pulling the struggling mass apart, one tikbalang at a time. The three combatants were still trying to hit each other, but were far enough apart (and high enough in the air) to have no leverage and no means to continue with their three-cornered close quarters battle. "You can only hold us apart for so long, little witchling," Emilio's voice roared out of Kidlat's mouth. "Then I'll fuck you to death and chew you up like I did that ugly human who saw me in Bulalakaw's body. Incest has such a wicked ring to it." "Oh no you won't, asshole!" Waki was enraged and he fought Amihan's spell with every fiber of his being. "I'm going to break every godsdamned bone in your body first!" "A little help here, bayot." Amihan's arms were starting to shake from the strain of holding three furious tikbalang aloft AND apart. "Kidlat, hear me, tikbalang mine," Cocoy spoke with a calm he absofuckinglutely did not feel. "Obey me, it is time. Rise within, cast off the possessor's sin. Throw Emilio Maysapi out. Send him my way, so I can end him. NOW." Kidlat's body stiffened and jerked as if in a seizure, left arm gripping right arm, and rolling in the air until it was engulfed in an aura the color of putrid lichen. It expanded and contracted, expanded again and burst like a bubble of slime just as Amihan's arms dropped and all three tikbalang landed with loud thuds on the forest floor. Jinx stood behind the remains of Emilio Maysapi's borrowed body and put her hands on its exposed belly. She willed her hands become as hot as lava and cremated the body to ash. An enraged scream rent the air as Cocoy pulled a crystal flask from the ritual jar. He raised the flask up to the sky: "SkyFather, Earthmother, take this maleficar and do with him what you will. Evil done is evil returned. Evil returned is evil sealed for eternity. Take this flask and do with it as you will." The flask went from colorless crystal to green, to black. Cocoy held it aloft on an open palm and it rose into the sky as he chanted what he hoped were prayers for protection from evil. He barely even recognized the language he was using: Old Tagalog? Perhaps something else. Whatever the language was, it sounded right, so he went with it. \*\*\* It was nightfall when the Batumbakal siblings, Cocoy and Jinx awoke to a faint rustling of the fallen leaves on the forest floor. A light pink glow was coming their way and they all sat up, wary of what approached. Pink had never been a scary color, at least not up to now, for any of them. Heck, it was Amihan's favorite color. A petite, curvy female figure stood in the center of the pink light, her face was warm and welcoming, perfect as a marble statue of a barefoot goddess carved by a master sculptor. She was garbed in tapis and a breastplate of polished beads that covered, but did not hide her high, proud breasts. Her pinkish *morena* skin was the perfect foil for the black and gold waves of hair cascading over her generous chest and down her back. She carried a tower shield on one arm and held a long spear with a wickedly barbed tip in the opposite hand. "I see Bulan's children have grown well," the lady with the spear said, her voice musical as crystal chimes. "I am Urduja. Welcome to Biak na Bato, and thank you for disposing of that *kilkig*. Come, Habagat and Amihan. Your mother and father are anxious to see you. Waki, come along as well. We must leave your rescuers in peace now. Kidlat, you may use my shelter by the stream. Rest. Refresh yourselves. Love each other." That said, Urduja ushered the dog-tired and uncharacteristically unprotesting Waki, Amihan and Habagat to a spot by the well where the four disappeared in a pop of pink haloes. \*\*\* The tikbalang, bayot and diwata walked into Urduja's cave to find *tapayan* full of cold, fresh stream water from which they drank their fill. There was a *batalan* off to the side big enough for the three of them to bathe and they took their time under the bamboo shower lathering each other up with fragrant *gugo* gel and washing away the grime and slime of their battle with the *kilkig.* Cocoy knelt slowly before Jinx, his tongue and fingers trailing hot licks of bayot fire and lightning down her front as he lit up their names on her chest, pausing for a few leisurely flicks and sucks at her breasts before he continued to the junction of her thighs. He worshipped the softness of her thighs with kisses, teasing his diwata until she arched back into Kidlat's chest. "*Ang sarap mo,*" every syllable conveyed the rasp of the bayot's arousal as he punctuated each word with a long, slow lick of Jinx's sex. He spread her open to feast on the hot juices of her puki, which was plump and a deep pink. "Mmmmmm, fuck!" Jinx's hips tilted up as Cocoy got her sweet spots and Kidlat rolled her hard nipples with the perfect pressure. "In a bit, sweet goddess," Kidlat's chuckle against her neck was irresistibly sexy, his voice low and thick with lust as he watched Cocoy's fingers fuck in and out of her pussy, listened to him suck her to the very precipice of coming. Jinx leaned back to kiss Kidlat, wordlessly telling him how much she needed to feel him—him and not the body-snatching poisoner—against her. Inside her. Possessing her the way Cocoy was owning her. She undulated her hips, driving her stiff clitoris into Cocoy's mouth. Her gasps were weaving their way into Kidlat's soul through his mouth as all their tattoos glowed under seeking hands and hungry lips. "Let's move this to the bed over there," Cocoy said as he looked up into his lovers' eyes. "I want us to come somewhere soft, not here, as pretty as all this marble is." Jinx was so close to orgasm it almost hurt to pause the action, but she wanted her men to have what they needed. She knew they'd give her all the first, second and tenth comings she could ask for, after all. Her desire kept growing, focused on the image of them tangled in lust on the large bed. In that moment, she found all three of them where they wanted to be. "That's a neat trick, diwata mine," Kidlat's chuckle reverberated through Jinx from the juncture of her neck and shoulder all the way down and back up her spine. "Now, ride me into a lather with our bayot, hmmm?" They were laying side by side, with Jinx's leg thrown over Kidlat and Cocoy's. She was splayed wide, her wet, pulsing cunt on full display to the dark eyes of bayot and tikbalang as Kidlat entered her tight heat and thrust slowly home. Cocoy rose up behind Kidlat, his hard *ari* weeping slick need as he jacked himself slowly, his eyes greedily watching his lovers fucking a slow dance of enticement. He smoothed the lubricant he was producing all over his cock while Jinx and Kidlat kissed around his fingers. The bayot slid his wet fingers against Kidlat's tight ass, getting that dark star good and slick before pushing his fingers in to stretch Kidlat, prepare the tikbalang for his entry. Kidlat was sucking hard on Jinx's nipples, but still keeping a slow pace that held the diwata at a constant simmer on the edge of orgasm. When Cocoy slid into Kidlat, he slid home without finesse, enthusiasm and unerring aim for the tikbalang's prostate making up for the rough entry. Kidlat bucked back and forth, picking up the pace of his fucking as he let his control go. Cocoy gripped Kidlat's hip and set a furious pace that had all three of them incoherent from wave after wave of pleasure amplified by their newfound ability to feel each other's orgasms in real time. *The lovely thing with immortal bodies,* Jinx mused in the afterglow, *is that the best sex won't kill you.*

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Title: Free Birds Ch. 02 Tags: intimately familiar, hair emily, rachel making, rachel understand, wet girl, lover rachel, fireworks display, face kira, tongue kira, conical breasts MORNING HAS BROKEN The petite blonde, an attractive sophomore in college, wakes up first, and obeying the inevitable first-thing-in-the-morning call of nature, swings her feet out of bed, her feet and legs, like the rest of her, bare and susceptible to the slight early morning chill in the spacious bedroom. Her nipples are erect from the chill, the rough-pebbled flesh of her tiny pink protuberances goose- pimpled into small eraser tips. She feels a cool breeze between her legs, as the morning air hits the still-moist pink surfaces just inside her full labia. Her lovely bottom is reluctant to leave the warm, satin sheet and goose down mattress that lies beneath her, but a rumbling and pressure within persuades that same bottom, that moving is necessary and right. Her long blonde hair, quite attractive when attended to, lies tangled across her smooth, muscular shoulders and back, in spite of her lover's attention to it the previous night during their frenzied lovemaking. Her small, pink feet root around instinctively for the soft, warm feel of the fuzzy bunny slippers that she favors, while her eye is drawn back to the attractive girl, a brunette, lying asleep next to her in the bed. The two had spent the night entangled in each other's arms, as they have spent nearly every night since last September. The other girl, a freshman, lies exposed to the blonde's fond gaze, as her movements throughout the night have thrown off the bed coverings on her side. The blonde's hand strokes the brown- haired girl's naked bottom and part of her smooth, creamy thigh, her finger absently tracing a reddish mark along the side of one ass cheek, a crease from a folded bit of bed sheet during the night. The brunette stirs, and turns in her sleep, mumbling some sleep-generated words, which are entirely incomprehensible to the cute blonde, but she is used to her partner's sleep habits and merely smiles. The brunette has a small trace of drool along one cheek, from the corner of her mouth, and the blonde wonders idly if it is solely her own saliva there, or both girls', or perhaps some other bodily fluid the brunette may have come across not so many hours ago. As the freshman girl rolls over, her full breasts with their relaxed brown nipples, and curly brown pubic bush are exposed, and the blonde can see that there remains residue from their lovemaking of the night before, in the form of crusted dried female cum on the hairs above her clitoris, which is sleeping now, but was so very noticeable and prominent, pink and lovely, in her excitement the previous evening. They had awakened in the wee hours of the night, and obeying an irresistible compulsion, made love for nearly an hour before falling back asleep, exhausted. The freshman girl's labia, too, less swollen now than when she was in full heat, but still quite plump and juicy to the blonde's eyes, have a thin rime of her own feminine lubricant, this still slightly sticky, and the blonde inhales the sweet, musky familiar fragrance of her lover's cream, and feels a tingle of her own in her clit. She scratches her own trimmed blonde bush unselfconsciously, and rises up from the bed. As the mattress rebounds from the blonde's slight weight, the sleeping brunette rolls back over, still mumbling in her sleep, her full round ass again exposed for her partner, and the sleeper scratches that sweet rear end, fully unconscious of the pleasure she would experience, were she awake, and were those her lover's fingers. Her fingernail scratches right into the puckered folds of her anus, a most satisfying relief, as we all know, but she would be embarrassed were she awake, and aware she was being watched in such an intimate and personal moment. The blonde shuffles her small feet more tightly into the slippers, and picks up a pair of still-damp Scottie dog panties from the floor, where they had been tossed in some haste the night before. Coincidentally, they lie on top of an equally damp pair of plain white cotton panties, so she picks them up, too, bringing them to her nose. Inhaling their fragrance, a feminine aroma both musky and earthy, she smiles at the memories they invoke, of sleepily and pleasurably intersecting mouths, pussies, nipples, and ass holes, and feminine lusts sated. She crosses the immense room, and enters the nicely appointed bathroom directly off the bedroom. The bathroom features a granite vanity with 3 full size basins, each with gold-plated fixtures, and a generous additional counter for use in applying makeup, with a counter-to-ceiling mirror running the full length of the vanity, a good 9 or 10 feet in length. The room is warm and steamy, a contrast to the not unpleasant early-morning chill of the bedroom. The floor is a lovely Italian marble, set without grout, but covered with small Persian rugs in traffic areas, so as to avoid the possibility of slipping. There are a toilet and bidet set side-by-side, a full size Jacuzzi, and a generously sized shower stall, almost a room in itself, with polished limestone walls on opposing sides, and decoratively frosted safety glass walls on alternate sides, with glass doors set into each side. The blonde muses on the thought that this bathroom is a little more than half the size of the bathroom serving her entire dorm floor. On the opposite wall of the bathroom is a door to a guest bedroom, now open. As she enters, slightly more alert now, the blonde notices the shower running. There are shower heads at both 4' and 7' in height, and from her experience, the sound tells her that both are running. Due to the steam being emitted inside the shower, and the frosted glass, she can't make out exactly who it might be in there, but can see that it is someone pink, feminine, and very shapely. She sits down on one of the white lacquered toilet seats, and waits patiently to let loose a long, satisfying morning piss, her bladder emptying what sounds like gallons of her brightly colored urine. The clear, golden nectar leaves small yellow globes of pee, like monochromatic Christmas balls, attached to the dried cum from the night before, which then disappears in a flash of fluffy white perfumed toilet paper as she wipes her vulva clean. She crinkles her nose prettily at the slightly acrid smell, as she remembers not to flush Standing naked, bereft now of even fuzzy slippers, the blonde tosses the still fragrant and damp panties onto the rose granite counter, as she hears the water being turned off in the shower. She sees a hand, with pink fingernail polish on each nail, reach out of the steam, and grope for a large blue terrycloth towel hanging on a peg on the wall next to the shower cubicle. As the blonde hangs back by the vanity, giving the bather room to exit the shower stall, the bather steps out, and a look of utter happiness comes over the blonde's face. She gives a small cry of gladness, and the person stepping from the shower, resembling the other slightly, and clearly equally as feminine, though with very short copper colored hair on her head, and none at all at her mons, looks up and appears equally happy to see the newcomer. Her body is tan, and slim, and bedewed with drops of water from the shower. Her breasts are slightly conical and perky, a young girl's breasts, fresh and full, ready to attract attention. They both exchange quick words of greeting, as their bodies, followed by their full, pink lips, come together in a passionate greeting. The water from the red head's body drips all over the blonde, but neither seems to care, as their hands quickly survey each other's body lightly. They step apart. The copper haired girl spots the two discarded pairs of soiled panties on the counter, and, smiling slyly, picks up the panties with the little Scotties printed across them. Bringing her nose to the cream-encrusted front panel, she sniffs it lightly, stroking her own left nipple as she does so. Then, quickly spinning the panties around, she covers her nose with the faintly stained rear panel, and takes a deep breath through the fabric, her fingers now dropping to her smooth, bare pussy. She removes the panties from her face, and hands them to the blonde, who also brings the soiled, used panties to her own face, this time dabbing at both the front and rear panty sections with her delicate pink tongue. The copper haired girl, meanwhile, picks up the other pair of dirty panties, cocks an eyebrow enquiringly at the blonde, and then repeats her smelling of the panties, smiling appreciatively at the results. They discard the panties, and their bodies come together once again. It is apparent that they are intimately familiar with each other's bodies, as the blonde's fingers are soon cupping and squeezing the full, B cup breasts of the shower-wetted girl. She, in turn, has brought her hand to the blonde's mons veneris, and is actively teasing the girl's rapidly hardening clitoris, and already wet vagina. The blonde brings her other hand to the wet girl's bottom, and fiercely rubs and squeezes her rounded posterior. The 2 girls indulge each other in this way for a few minutes, and as the one humps her partner's hand, the other rubs her cream-wet crotch on her partner's thigh. It is apparent that the 2 girls quickly reach orgasm at around the same time, their passionate kisses turning sloppy as each feels waves of feminine ecstasy wash over her being and consciousness, their hips jerking against each other's soft body as they are hit with wave after wave of 'little deaths.'. The 2 girls giggle together in each other's arms, taking loving pecks at each other's cheek and mouth, then the blonde girl takes the other's hand and pulls her into the spacious bedroom that she had previously exited, as the wet girl hurriedly wraps her towel around herself. They enter, and close the door behind them loudly, the previously sleeping brunette sitting up now, awakened by the noise. INTRODUCTIONS "Rachel, Rachel, come see, it's my sister Emily! She's home!" Kira said, with a look of excitement on her face. Kira had spoken quite often of her beautiful twin sister, and there were numerous pictures of her on Kira's side of their dorm room. Kira had remarked on occasion to Rachel, that Emily was more attractive than Kira herself, and Rachel had had trouble believing that to be true. Now, seeing her 'up close and personal,' she wasn't quite so sure. Rachel rubbed her still sleep-filled eyes with her knuckles, like a cartoon child in a fairy tale, and said, "Umm, hi Emily. I'm Rachel." Emily, with large, startled looking blue eyes, and an attractive, though not yet life-creased face, said, "Pleased to meet you, Rachel. Kira's told me ALL about you." Her emphasis on the word "all," caused Rachel to look over at Kira. Kira said, "Honestly Rachel, I have no secrets from you, nor from Emily. And um, in that vein, I guess I need to tell you a little bit about the 2 of us growing up." Rachel yawned, and said, "Is it a long story? Cuz, I'm not really awake yet." "Of course," Kira said. "I'm being rude to you, sweetie, let me make you a cup of coffee, okay?" "Mmkay," Rachel mumbled, then laid back down to catch a few last winks of sleep, the floral patterned sheet laying on top of her huddled, still-naked body, the hem partially covering her cute face, and just the edge of her bare bottom peeking out from under the edge of the top sheet. Emily eyed the white slivered crescent of Rachel's ass appreciatively, licking her lip unconsciously. Kira and Emily set to work making coffee in the coffee maker set on an antique oak Louis XIV commode.. After about 10 minutes, the smell of percolating coffee filled the air of the bedroom, and Emily and Kira broke off their whispered remembrances, with Kira filling a cup with coffee, 2 sugars and a dollop of half and half from the small refrigerator set inside an adjoining antique piece. She carried it over to where Rachel's head appeared to be resting, then in a soothing voice said, "Coffee's ready, lover!" Rachel popped up like a jack-in-the box, then slid herself backwards to rest against the headboard, the sheet slipping down to her lap, her breasts exposed to the view of the other girls in the room. Emily's eyes rested for a moment on Rachel's B cup breasts, and assessed them as similar to her own, but more rounded in comparison to her own conical breasts, and with large brown nipples in place of her own moderately sized pink ones, which were apparently a Sterling family trait, judging by the color of her sister Kira's nipples. She smiled at their beauty and pleasing form. Rachel took the antique Limoges tea cup, and silently whispering a 'thank you' to the perky long-haired blonde, then sipped the coffee, slowly at first, then, nearly gulping, the hot fluid slipping over her full lips. "Doesn't she burn her mouth?" a towel-clothed Emily said in wonder to her naked older sister, Kira. "You'd think so, but no," said Kira, shrugging. "She goes through fried chicken practically right out of the hot grease fryer in the PWCU cafeteria like it was cold chicken. Amazing, isn't it?" As Rachel's eyes opened further, she began to see a clear family resemblance between the 2 sisters. Both attractive, with 'girl next door,' All-American looks, the older sister, Kira, a few inches shorter than her nominally younger sister. Both with luxuriant, shiny hair, with Kira's much longer and blonde, Emily's an attractive copper color, much shorter, nearly a masculine cut, similar to the book-loving Julie Christie's, in Francois Truffaut's "Fahrenheit 451." Both girls had full figures, Rachel was intimately familiar with Kira's C cup breasts and full hips. Emily's taller, slightly slimmer figure was feminine, but in some ways boyish too. Rachel found Kira's sister to be very attractive in a way different from Kira, and wondered at the slight electric charge in the pit of her stomach. Kira was now seated naked on the edge of the bed, next to Rachel's feet, and Emily too, now let her towel slip off and gathered it up into one hand, displaying her beautiful form to both of the other girls, one her sister, the other her sister's lover. Emily nonchalantly took the towel, and began drying her hair. As she lifted her hands to her head, her breasts sprang into more prominence, her nipples erect, and her hips set at an angle, one butt cheek pointed to the side, her naked crotch brazenly open and exposed to the two other girls as her legs were parted a little more than absolutely necessary. Rachel took in the red head's form with appreciation, and as she noticed the small tufts of brownish hair under Emily's arms, her eyes widening, she suddenly recognized what the tingle she felt was. Her pussy became wet with her excitement at seeing 2 beautiful, naked girls so close, and knowing that she shared her bed with one. She wondered if she might do the same with the other at some point in the future. "Um, you were going to tell me about the 2 of you, I think," Rachel stammered. After a brief moment of silence, a look passed between Kira and Emily, then Kira said, "Okay, but I've gotta go take that shower now. You two get to know each other, okay?" Rachel looked at Kira's memorable, retreating ass with a look of disbelief, then pointed a questioning look at Emily. Emily smiled at Rachel, and, still nude, advanced on Rachel's bed, and climbed on, seating herself no more than a foot away, cross-legged right in front of Rachel, who was naked to the waist herself, and covered only by the thin sheet below that, the fabric barely covering her own pink slit, and none of her trim little bush. Emily's eyes were fixed directly on Rachel's, making her feel somewhat discomfited with the 19 year old's frank look. "Kira doesn't deal with the truth, sometimes," Emily said. "She really loves you, though." "Oh, really?" Rachel said, her gaze diverted by the sight of Emily's slightly conical breasts, with their pink nipples, pointed slightly upwards directly at Rachel, as though she were offering them to her. Perhaps she was, but the slight buzzing in Rachel's brain prevented her from thinking further about it. She imagined what those beautiful nipples might taste like, and feel like in her mouth, and the guttural sounds that Emily might make, feeling her nipples sucked on by the young college girl. Tearing her eyes from the lovely breasts, Rachel looked downward over Emily's flat stomach, and her enticing navel, to her pussy, which was completely free of pubic hair, and in this seated position, her pussy lips were parted, and she saw a glistening pink inside. The tiny glistening pearl of the teenaged girl's clit was emerging from beneath its protective hood. Rachel imagined she could smell the first faint wisps of the older girl's seductive musk. Emily casually stretched her arms over, and behind her head, displaying even more prominently her full breasts, with her nipples erect, and the small patches of brown hair nestled in her arm pits, contrasting with her otherwise hairless torso and legs. Rachel imagined she could smell a feminine, alluring scent coming from the tufts of hair under Emily's arms, but it could have just, indeed, been imagination. Following Rachel's eyes, Emily was well aware of the effect that she was having on the freshman. Bringing her arms back down to her lap, she casually brought her right hand to her tan inner thigh, and lightly stroked herself, her fingertips stroking directly towards her unavoidable cunt, her nails leaving little ephemeral streaks of white on her skin. Meanwhile, with a slight twinge of irritation, she decided to tell Rachel of her relationship with her sister. It looked as though she would have to explain her sister's actions to yet another girl, since Kira was avoiding it once again. "Kira and I were always very close," Emily began. "We shared the same bedroom all the way up until Kira left for school in Fresno. So, it's natural that, as we entered puberty, and our bodies and interests began to develop, we would experiment sexually within the comforts and safety of being family members. We could learn how to bring pleasure to each other, and to ourselves, and not have to worry about pregnancy, or nasty rumors being spread by people from people outside the family." "I was the first to develop sexually, although I'm the same age as Kira. When my breasts budded out, Kira used to love sucking on my nipples. She'd lick, and suck, and bite at my nipples, turning ME on immensely, then we'd kiss for hours." As she said this, Emily flicked the underside of her nipples, making them imperceptibly harder and longer, and Rachel shuddered as a tingle ran through her being. "Of course, I felt the same way about Kira's, and when hers came in much larger than mine, I was ever so pleased, since I could play with hers!" "Then, as we both developed further, as our asses became rounder, and our pussies so much plumper, and the first little threads of soft, curly hairs blossomed above our cunts, we discovered the pleasures of stimulating each other's clits and vaginas. After that, we were very pleased to find out the fun that you can have with another girl's ass hole." Rachel discovered to her own surprise, that her own hand was now between her legs, and as Emily smiled, and said, "Go ahead, baby, it's okay," Rachel lightly stroked her own pussy lips, becoming lost in Emily's deep blue eyes. Emily's face, a mere foot or two from Rachel's now, slowly neared her, Emily's eyes never moving from Rachel's. "You're Kira's girlfriend. You love Kira, yes?" As Rachel slowly nodded her assent, Emily said, "I love Kira." Emily whispered, "I want to love you, too." As if drawn by an irresistible force, Emily's full, moistened lips approached, then softly touched, Rachel's quivering cheek, then were drawn to Rachel's own, full, perfect lips. There was a distinct sizzle in the air as their mouths met in mutual pleasure, and, as if choreographed and practiced hundreds of time until it was a smooth and perfect routine, Rachel submissively slid down the bed, the sheet sliding off, and Emily lay on top of her, their naked feminine bodies in full contact. Emily's lips rested on Rachel's ear, her warm, sweet breath a cascade of thundering sound in Rachel's brain. Emily's strong arms slid under Rachel's upper arms, up to Emily's elbows, as she prepared to leverage herself into Rachel. Their full, heaving, breasts met, and kissed, nipple nuzzling nipple, swell of bosom to bosom's swell, navels like two mouths nearly kissing, broad, feminine hips settled on equally full feminine hips. Brush of curly brunette pubic hair scoured and tickled a naked, emerging clitoris, swelling in feminine excitement. Thighs excitedly gathered between thighs, pushing hard, cunt to cunt, then trapped a solitary thigh, each pussy massaged by the smooth flesh of the other, their warm flesh heating, and teasing sensitive small hard pearls of young clits, then just as quickly allowed two thighs to separate widely one's center, as she surrendered to her partner's thrusts, allowing access to all contained therein, feminine cream flowing copiously onto thighs, and cunt-into-cunt. Soft girl feet rubbed up and down other girl calves in ecstasy, drawing up as pleasure mounted, then rapidly pushed downward as synapses fired and juices flowed. Rachel drew her legs up to her breasts, anxious to receive Emily's small, hard clitoris deep inside her, as she had learned from her lover Kira, and the two girls' pussies, plump and swollen with their lust, came together, their labia kissing in echo to their mouths coming together. As Emily pressed her hot, dripping pussy onto Rachel's, her clit momentarily making contact with that of her sister's lover, sparks flew through both their bodies, as they lazily came, over and over again. Neither was aware when the bedroom door opened, lost in their passion, and a newly-freshened Kira eased herself onto the bed next to her sister Emily's tan legs, tangled as they were in Rachel's creamier legs, their color contrast a soft artistic composition. Kira inhaled deeply, and the mingled fragrances of the two young girls' excited pussies filled her nostrils, coloring her face with a rosy blush as the perfume stimulated the deepest parts of her brain, and her own body prepared for inevitable sex. The two tangled lovers became aware of her presence on the bed, and Rachel softly cried, "Kira!" In her eyes was a confusion. Had she betrayed her lover, Kira? Had Kira betrayed her? What was their relationship now? Had it been destroyed? Had it been enriched? Where would Emily fit in? The confusion, and fear, overwhelmed Rachel, who was, after all, still quite new at matters of love. The tears flowed, a slight trickle first from her right eye, then from both eyes, finally sobbing, gulping of lost breath amid aimless explanations to either sister, or both, or neither. Perhaps to herself. Her cheeks wet with her guilt, she shook with emotion, and both sisters rushed to envelope her in their arms. "Shhhh," it's okay," each girl whispered, Kira's voice lower in pitch than that of her sister, but both voices comforting and warming to Rachel, who was so severely afraid of rejection at that point. Rachel was rocked in each sister's arms, and calmed down, as though quieted by two mothers, where she had never really ever had even one. She eventually relaxed in her lover Kira's arms, her still-wet face resting against Kira's sweet bosom, and a small voice, Rachel's, said, out of the depths of Kira's cleavage, "I'm sorry....." "Oh, no!" "Please, you didn't do anything!" The two sisters rushed to assure Rachel. Finally, Kira spoke for them both. "Please don't cry, Rachel. Your making love with Emily is the happiest thing that could ever happen, besides you and I falling in love, of course! I SO wanted to share the things, and people I love most, with YOU, the one great love of my life. Please be happy!" Brown-haired Rachel peeked out from under Kira's arm, and said, "Really?" "Yes, really," said Kira. "And I'm happy for you both, and I love you both," she added, looking at her sister. Emily leaned over and kissed her sister fully on the mouth, and said, "And now it's time for you to make love to BOTH Sterling girls, Rachel." Emily directed Rachel to lie back on the mattress, and she complied, her body flat on the firm, queen size mattress. "A little tricky, 3 of us," Emily mused, being the more practical of the two sisters, "But I think we can manage it." Emily shin-walked herself up to Rachel's head, straddling Rachel's slim body, Emily facing the headboard, her bald, wet pussy just inches away from Rachel's face. Rachel could smell the strong aroma of Emily's clean, but extremely aroused, vagina, and she anticipated tasting this young girl's pussy juices, and her swollen clit and labia, only the second female she would have ever tasted in this manner in her life. It struck her profoundly that Emily's fragrance was exactly the same as that of Kira. Since she was wearing Kira's brand of body splash, that was no great surprise, but Emily was astounded that Emily's pussy scent was exactly the same as her sister's. It was only later in her life that Rachel would understand the subtle range of sexual scents, and tastes, among women. Meanwhile, Kira urged Rachel's legs apart and upward, her knees up to and touching her breasts. Her kneecaps were nearly touching Emily's smooth back, so Kira could dig her long tongue deep inside her lover's honeyed hole. Kira gazed at Rachel's beautiful cunt, her labia fat and swollen, drying girl cream on the outer lips from her earlier lovemaking with Kira's sister, and fresh cream dribbling out of that pink slit, as Rachel's excitement mounted, whether because of the anticipated creamy pussy soon to be covering her mouth and nose, sister Emily wriggling herself against the submissive girl's face, or because of the invading tongue that she knew would soon be inside her own pussy. Rachel's sweet, and eager, anus poked out from below her wet pink pussy. From Rachel's perspective, she was entirely within a bed of delight. Her muscles relaxed, a remnant of the yoga that Kira had taught her, in order to better feel and appreciate the sensations bestowed upon her. She felt the wetness, and slickness, of Emily's smooth, hairless pussy, as the sister first pressed her vertical slit on the brunette's face, then rotated it around on her face, wetting every bit of Rachel's cheeks, nose and lips with her gushing cream. The aromatic fragrance of Emily's aroused vagina, pumping out boatloads of pheromones that stimulated and eroticized the prone female, and so close to her nasal receptors, caused Rachel's own pussy to lubricate faster, and more copiously, her own highly scented female musk, adding to the room full of natural feminine perfume. Rachel's tongue ventured between her lips, and found itself imprisoned within the silken confines of Emily's dripping pussy walls. Rachel felt a slight frustration, as she was dying to pin the tiny pink pearl of Emily's clitoris between her lips, and bring the teasing girl to a shattering cum. But Emily wanted to dominate Rachel, this one time. Emily's smooth thighs jerked from the ecstasy that she was feeling within her cunt, and they slammed lightly against Rachel's ears, causing additional overload to Rachel's sensory system. Rachel dimly heard Emily expostulating lewdly above her. In a separate, but closely related, part of her mind, Rachel was also aware of her lover Kira's tongue and lips worrying Rachel's swollen labia, and clit, as the sophomore teased her roommate-lover's sweet jewels with her mouth. Rachel's excitement grew as the rough tongue scraped over her sensitive little button, causing her own legs to jerk, and sparks to fly inside of her, from her crotch to her head. Rachel loved the sensations of having her mouth fucked by her lover's sister, and of having her own wet pussy ravaged by her lover herself, and she surrendered to the sensations, convulsing in wave after passionate wave of orgasm. Meanwhile, Emily was concentrating on moving her dripping pussy on Rachel's face, in such a way that her own pleasure was maximized, stimulation applied to all parts of her overheated pussy lips, and clitoris. "Uh huh, yeah, lick it, baby! Eat my pussy, little slut!" She cried out, as Rachel's tongue applied itself to Emily's sensitive nerve endings. "Oh, God baby, eat my fuckin' pussy! Stick your long fuckin' tongue deep inside me, and FUCK ME!!" Emily's upper body was gyrating wildly, as the only way she could express her pleasure was through moving her torso, since to move the pleasure center of her wild cunt would necessarily move it away from her tormentor, Rachel. Emily was nearing her climax, could feel the juices building up inside her to gush out on the imprisoned girl's face, when she suddenly felt long, wet warm digits thrust themselves up inside her tight, hot ass hole, and she exploded in a paroxysm of gutter language, and thrusts of her pelvis against Rachel's face. "Fucking NICE, princess! Fuck my tight ass hole with your long dick fingers!! Make me cum, Fuck!! I want to cum on your mouth, and all over your nice hand, fuck me, yeah!!!" Kira, wrestling with some little residual guilt, took longer to become aroused, and so she lingered slightly after the other two. But, her nose and mouth filled with the heady musk of her lover Rachel's vagina, and the silky liquid she found there, and also the faint earthy musk of her sister's ass hole nearby, Kira was soon enough transported to the heights of girl-girl lust, and as her tongue worked busily on pussy, she wetted her fingers in Rachel's copious flow, then, two fingers poised at her sister's ass hole mere inches above her own face, thrust the cum-slicked fingers inside her sister's incredibly tight, and loving, ass hole, fucking in and out of the intimate opening with pleasure, and lust. The lewdness of her position enabled Kira to release the passion building inside of her, aided by her own finger on her clit, stroking against the smooth knob, and she, too, came in multiple waves of pleasure and ecstasy. The three teenaged girls lay in a tangled, slightly sweaty heap of expended passion, and silence. The silence was soon broken by a quiet sobbing. Rachel, once again, had tears running down her cheeks, and an anguished expression on her attractive face. Kira looked over at her, and with concern furrowing her own brow, and perhaps a tiny smidge of exasperation, said "Why are you crying, Rachel?" Rachel said, "Because I don't understand why I do the awful things that I do. I LOVE you, Kira, but here I was making love to your sister? Don't you hate me?" "Hate you? I could never do anything but LOVE you, dearest! Why would your being with Emily affect my love for you?" Kira asked, not unreasonably. "Because it's not right that I should do the things with Emily, that I do with you. I mean, sex is between lovers, isn't it?" Rachel asked. "Emily and I have always been able to sort out our reasons why we make love to each other - it isn't because we love each other and want to get married, silly, it's because we love each other, as sisters, and want the other to be as happy as possible." Kira gazed into Rachel's eyes, as Emily softly added, "It's all about pleasing each other. But we're both looking for someone to share our full lives with, separate from playing." "You mean, that, to both of you, sex by itself, is a game? And doesn't have emotional attachments?" Rachel said. "Something like that," Kira said. "Sex with anyone you WANT to have sex with, is very, very nice, and pleasing and satisfying. One of life's little pleasure. But sex, or really, making love, with someone you want to marry, or spend every waking moment with for the rest of your lives, is kind of super-special, y'know? That's why, when YOU make me cum, it's like the greatest fireworks display ever put on, except that the fireworks are inside me! When Emily makes me cum, it's more like watching the most beautiful fireworks display. It's highly satisfying, but I DO know there's something better." "So, you mean that, my having sex with Emily was okay, because it was really just physical, and not emotional?" Rachel asked Kira. "Well, do you want to marry Emily?" Kira asked Rachel, with a slight grin. "Goodness, no! Um, no offense, Emily," Rachel quickly added. But a tiny seed of thought was planted deep inside a primal, primitive part of her feminine brain. A seed that would begin to grow later. "None taken," Emily replied, with a grin similar to her sister's. "Besides, I'm already taken by a volleyball player at USC - I bet you and she would get along....." "So, it's okay for me to have sex-" Rachel began. "Say it for what it is," Kira said. "Um, it's okay for me to .... fuck .... if that's all it is? Fucking, and not making love?" Rachel asked. "That's the way I've always looked at it," Kira said. "I LOVE to fuck Emily, but I LOVE to LOVE you!" With that she gave Rachel a soft kiss on the end of her nose. Rachel smiled weakly. A small, nearly invisible frown quickly passed over Emily's face. "Now I don't know if we should fuck, or make love!" Rachel said, grinning. "Fuck all you like, lover, but only make love to me, okay?" Kira said sternly, and soon the three girls were smiling at each other again. "Okay, there's something I want to do before I go take my shower, and we leave. Since you two have had your showers, I know your cute little ass holes are nice and clean, and um, Emily, I want to FUCK yours with my tongue, and Kira, I want to MAKE LOVE to yours, with my tongue. Okay?" The two sisters rolled over simultaneously onto their flat tummies, their cute tushes exposed and naked for Rachel to see. Then they both got up on their knees, with their faces next to each other on the mattress, so that their lovely asses were high up in Rachel's face, and their ass cheeks were separated, giving her easy access to their tight, pink holes. Rachel admired them, with their feminine little pink peaches, one fuzzy, and one not, right below their tightly puckered darker pink holes. Rachel brought her face close, first, to Emily's hairless hole, and delicately sniffed her, smelling more of her vaginal juices, which had run all over her ass from their prior fucking, and Rachel delicately dabbed at the silky wet skin with the tip of her tongue. "Ooh, that tickles!" Emily exclaimed, between kisses traded with her sister. Rachel then transferred her oral attentions to Emily's sweet, puckered pink anus. Meanwhile, Rachel's finger was tracing the outline of Kira's tight nether hole, and gently invading her there, in and out, lightly. Rachel began simultaneously fucking the two sisters' assholes, Emily's with her tongue, and Kira's with two of her fingers put together. She reveled in the feel of a warm, tight, silky tunnel covering her fingers, as they penetrated Kira's moist hole, simultaneous with the warmth and moisture of Emily's anus on her mouth, lips, tongue and cheeks excited her. The two Sterling sisters moaned into each other's mouth, their tongues licking each other's full, plump lips, battling each other's tongue, and swabbing, as best they could, the insides of each other's mouth. Rachel switched asses after a little while, licking first her lover Kira's tight ass hole, and the two fingers of her other hand slipping easily into Emily's moistened and willing rear end. The two sisters came several times, each just a small cum, quivering their thighs and asses, and radiating out from their feminine centers. Soon, the two girls slid down onto the mattress, reveling in the texture of the goosedown mattress on one side, and the silky flesh of a sister on another side. Kira and Emily lay face to face, gently kissing and pressing themselves against each other. Rachel slid up behind Emily, her front, particularly her stiff nipples and wiry bush, rubbing up against Emily's smooth, firm thighs, butt and back, until Rachel was head to head with Emily, even as Emily was face to face with Kira. Rachel lifted up Emily's right arm so that it first stood straight up from the bed, then further in its arc until Emily's arm was above her head, pointing at the headboard of their conjugal bed. Rachel then dipped her nose into Emily's patch of hair in her armpit, and began sniffing and licking her new lover there. Emily's feminine sweaty smell, and musk, was overwhelming to the young girl, an aphrodisiac unmatched by any chemist, and as she assiduously kissed and licked the hot, humid spot in the girl's armpit, Rachel came, again and again, bolts of electricity running through her legs from her clit, which she had been rubbing against Emily's round ass. Emily sighed with contentment, as she felt the excess liquid from Rachel's excited quim running down her ass cheeks. The girls lay in pleasurable satisfaction, the day apparently off to a good start. But even as the three beautiful young girls lay warm and sated, their lusts slaked momentarily, turmoil was beginning to stir imperceptibly inside each.

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Title: Fates of the Unicorns 71 - Relief by DragonTalon Tags: Abuse, BDSM, Domination/Submission, Dragon, F/F, Foot Fetish, M/F, Master/Slave, Slavery, Submission, Unicorn Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 71 - Relief ---------- *This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!* \_ **SPOILER WARNING** : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters\_.\_ \_ *[ Fates of the Unicorns](https://www.sofurry.com/view/447943) is the cover and a good place to start for new readers.* *(Thanks to all my long time and new readers.* \_Don't forget to fav the chapter you like it! \_ *It's a big help and means a lot to me!)* Sabeth humped her hips desperately, hands clawing at her crotch, the motions of her body making her inch along the floor like a worm. She didn't care. She was so damn horny. She no longer knew how long she had been suffering from the heat that flowed through her body like a river, becoming a pounding, roaring waterfall at her crotch. A literal one as well. It was unbearable to be rutting like some animal. Even commoners had easy access to the bluesalts that prevented the seasonal heats of her kind. Not even they were subject to such humiliating torment and need. Master Rahmor however had withheld it from all his new unicorn slaves, and most importantly, from her! Sabeth once again gave up clawing at the curved metal chastity belt covering her crotch and tugged instead at the bag fitted tightly over her nose and muzzle, formerly worn by a stallion to force her to constantly breath his scent. It drove her urges even higher and made her long for her former boyfriend Brant. Surely he would rescue her if he knew the torment she was in. Take her away... oh how she would reward him, spreading her legs and jaws for him. She licked her lips, deeply regretting never having tasted his cock when she had the chance. The longing to nuzzle into his crotch was overwhelming, as was the need to feel it down there, ramming away. "Nrrrrrrgggggh!" she called out, thrashing her head, trying to shake off the bag and keep her mind from going back THERE. Thinking about stallions just made it worse, but it was so hard to think of anything else. Her head was stopped by a firm grip on her nose and she meeped, looking up into slitted cat eyes. Nella tsk-tsked at the horny mare. "You weren't trying to take that off, were you? Removing Masters bondage without permission is a no-no for slutty cunts like you." Sabeth felt the heat diminish just a tiny bit, pushed aside by her anger at the foul-mouthed feline guard. Her desires receded yet again as her anger was replaced by fear, wondering what the cat would do to her this time. Would she punish her by using pain with whips and paddles, or worse... using pleasure and her tongue. Watching from the other side of the cave, Leolyn winced as she saw Sabeth yet again misbehaving. Unlike most times, she couldn't really be blamed. Leolyn's own heat was a raging inferno in her belly, and her breasts. She winced at the thought of her breasts. Ever since the dragon gave them those seeds to eat, they had swollen and started producing milk. A daily milking was required or the pressure grew unbearable. Poor Sabeth had been unable to stay still long enough to let anyone help milk her, so Leolyn could only imagine how much they ached, and added to the sensations of heat and desire they all felt, if not as strongly as Sabeth. Still... nobody had escaped her harsh tongue, and Leolyn had been the target of Sabeth's cruelty more than once in recent times. It was hard not to feel at least a little satisfaction in seeing her brought down so. At the beginning Sabeth had seemed like such a figure, a member of royalty to look up to for leadership when they had all still been adjusting to their recent enslavement. Soon though Sabeth had her favorites, a little clique of followers and began treating everyone else as inferior. One couldn't have royalty without serfs. It felt good to be part of it, and Leolyn enjoyed even the small feeling of superiority over the others. A tiny light in the darkness of being a dragon's worthless slave. It didn't last. Leolyn suspected Sabeth had never really led before. Her skills were limited to putting others down to prop herself and her followers up. She eventually insulted everybody, drew the ire and attention of the guards, and worse of all, their Master. Seeing Sabeth tortured and humiliated repeatedly took away what little shine she had, and her followers slowly drifted away, disgusted with her, and in a few cases, of themselves for seeking refuge in the suffering of others. Leolyn had decided that while she wasn't about to throw herself on her own horn to help others, that she wasn't going to make things worse for them just to make herself feel better. Time after time she saw any mare's attempt to take control backfire. It was not as bad as it had been at the beginning. Nobody else had been taken away to be fed to a plant like poor Evanna had. That was a lesson they had all learned fast. Disobedience was a BAD idea. She turned away from what Nella was doing to the poor unicorn. It looked like she had decided to give Sabeth yet another tongue lashing as she called it. Her own fingers slid between her legs to stroke. Cumming didn't make the need go away, but it did help. For a little while. The touch made her thoughts focus on sex, making it hard to think of anything else. Memories of stallions she knew flashed before her eyes, and she recalled the loving moments she had spent with a select few. She fantasized about stallion cock, so big and red and bumpy. She almost stopped rubbing as she realized the image she was fixating on wasn't a stallion, it was her dragon Master. It was impossible to get the two shapes mixed up, they were as different as night and day. One was smooth and gentle and the other was rough and hard, and big... oh so big. She had been the first to experience it, getting raped by him shortly after being brought here. She whimpered, thinking that she might as well fantasize about a dragon. She might never see a stallion again, let alone fall in love and be taken gently by him. Her fingers slide inside of herself and she moaned, her mind flitting from one to the other. She cried out suddenly, then clamped her lips shut in embarrassment as her body shuddered and her mind reeled. Her fingers slid from her as she panted, the pressure and need released, even if just a little. She sighed and thought how lucky some of the others were. Not everyone thought they were lucky, but Leolyn did. That farm girl, Chakal was in charge of Master's big beast, that light blue drake with the scary teeth. Some of the mares worried for her, but Leolyn had spoke with her before she had been chosen and knew that she loved exotic animals. Mehgan had been taken into Master's harem. It had been a scary thought but the few times Master had referred to her it was with fondness, and she had heard enough from the guards to know that his harem was treated MUCH better than the rest of his slaves. So what if she had to fuck him? They all were subject to that particular torture. Might as well get rewarded for it. Then there was Tamira. That strong brave warrior, who almost died trying to fight off the dragon raids. That poor thing had been guilt-ridden over her failure, but nobody blamed her, except for Sabeth. Dragons were huge and scary and there had been so many. She turned her attention back to Sabeth with a glare. It was Sabeth's constant put downs and insults against Tamira that had helped Leolyn see Sabeth for what she was. Now look at them. Sabeth was writhing in torment while Tamira got privileges and status, trusted to guard Master's property. They were all slaves, stripped of their clothes, freedoms and rights. Raped. Beaten. She shivered, and dominated. Kneeling and obeying quickly now. It was a harsh life. But... not all were treated equally badly. Rahmor liked many things, from foot licking, to cock sucking, to a rough raping. She doubted he would ever stop doing any of them, but he DID seem to choose who did what based on how much he liked them. Telly had been especially obedient of late, making it clear she was trying to please her Master, not simply obey his commands to avoid punishment. He hadn't raped her, or tortured her. He had even been gentle with her, if you could call anything a dragon did 'gentle'. One by one, roles were being chosen for them. Tamira, Chakal, Mehgan, and Evanna all knew what was in store for them. She shuddered as she wondered if Evanna even had thoughts anymore. She forced herself to think of the rest. Dana... she was going to have something to do with Tamira, that was clear. Telly was becoming a favorite of his. Oara had been told she would learn to torture and punish. Sabeth... who know what his plans for her were, but it was clear they would NOT be pleasant. What of herself? What would become of her? What things would happen when Master called out for Leolyn? It made her stomach churn to think of begging that dragon for anything. Had she any other choice? Resist? She imagined herself a decade from now, chained and whipped and tortured in some smelly dungeon, separated from the herd and alone. Suffering, but proud and unbroken. She shuddered again. No. What was the point of that? She would gladly fight his control if there was some hope of rescue or escape, but there simply wasn't. Nobody ever came BACK from dragon captivity. She knew that before she ever dreamed she might be one of them. Now that she saw how things were for herself she was even more convinced. If Oara was to be forced into a life of giving pain, that surely meant someone would be picked to receive it. She made a fist. That wasn't going to be her. She couldn't run from her fate. Couldn't fight it. Couldn't hide from it. There was only one person who could help her. Master. She wondered what he thought of her... nice thoughts... or cruel? Leolyn let out a soft whimper as she made her decision, then pushed herself to her hooves and slowly made her way to the back of the cave. Ralean watched the unicorn approach as she relaxed at her guard station. It was little more than a chair, but that was more than enough to show her superiority to the rest of the slaves who didn't have so much as a pillow or blanket to rest on. The hard stone floor was a constant reminder of their Place in Master's lair. She recognized this one as Leolyn. No had no special orders for this one, and she waited to see what was wanted. Leolyn was always uncomfortable around either of the feline guards. Nella mostly because of her cruelty, but both were predators and that made her nervous. She never had much experience with non-unicorns before. Her small village was made up of unicorns exclusively, like most were. She tried to ignore the claws on the leopard and her slightly frightening fur pattern, so unlike the smooth and gentle white and gold of her own kind. She bit her lip, trying to make herself talk as she stood before the guard. Ralean swished her tail back and forth as she watched the unicorn curiously. She was fascinated by the enslavement and training process. Watching a slave learn, transformed from an unruly and ungrateful mess into a perfectly fitted piece of the Dragon Empire. She herself had been taken while she was young, very young. She hardly remembered her life before, and was happy to forget it. Nothing but chaos. Not like the orderly, structured life here. They way it should be. "Yes, slave?" she finally asked. Now that she was here, she lost some of her nerve. Did she really want to do this? She thought again of that dark dungeon, or being tied up to help train Oara. She gulped and gathered her strength and spoke softly, in almost a whisper. "I... I want to go... I mean... offer myself... like Mahgan did. To his, I mean Master's... harem." Ralean almost awwwed at the little thing. So cute, but so mistaken. She said, "Master only takes one of any species into his harem, and he already has a unicorn." Leolyn let out a whine, not sure if she was disappointed or relieved. "Oh..." was all she said, shuffling her feet. She wrung her hands, feeling like she was too late. She asked, "Is there anything... else like that?" Ralean hmmed and thought, watching the unicorn carefully. She didn't think this one wanted to be part of Master Rahmor's harem because she truly wished to serve Him. Perhaps she wished to have the privileges and protections they had. Most likely, she just wanted to avoid a worse fate like so many others. It was wrong to only think of oneself, especially from a slave who had no other duties or concerns other than her Master. It was however, a start. One she had seen many times. Not all slaves could recognize the Truth of dragon society by themselves. Many had to have it beaten into them. This one... perhaps. "You wish to find a Place you can serve happily, don't you?" Leolyn didn't think happy would ever enter into it, but she certainly wanted to avoid the worst of what a dragon could offer. She nodded silently. Ralean said, "I can't help you." Leolyn tucked her tail between her legs a bit at the dismissive tone. She had thought this guard was, well, not nice, but not cruel either. Willing to help. Ralean added after a pause, "Only our Master can choose your Place. But you can give him more choices." Leolyn blinked, looking at Ralean with confusion, and a bit of hope. Was there something she could do after all? She asked, "What choices? How?" Ralean said, "You are like a piece of a puzzle, slave. Master looks at you, sees your shape, and decides where you would best fit. Most furries are badly shaped. They need to be forced into a mold, hammered into it. Forced to take their Place in a Dragon's House." Leolyn nodded unhappily. She would not have used those words of that phrasing, but it was clear that Master was quite willing, and able to force them to do anything he wanted. Given enough time, and he had the rest of their lives to work them over, he could do it. But how did that help HER? "You need to show yourself willing to accept His decision. Submit to Him. Obey Him. Serve Him. Demonstrate your skills, whatever they may be. Show Him all the shapes and roles you can take on. The more Places you can fit, the greater chance that one of them will be something you already enjoy, or can easily learn to." Leolyn thought about that. It made a kind of twisted sense. Chakal never would have been picked if she had not shown her lack of fear of the great beast. Rahmor saw that, and gave her a job she enjoyed, rather than simply making her a sex or torture toy. Ralean added, "They may seem to be at times, but dragons are not mindless. They do have their rules, and follow and enforce them very strictly, often without any deviation. But they are still people. They still have feelings and emotions and desires. Strong ones even. He won't put a slave into a Place she does not, and can not fit. But if He has the choice between two slaves that both wish to be serve the same Place, He will pick the one He likes best. Think about your strengths and skills, slave. Do not worry about HOW you can use them. That is for Master to decide. Simply show Him you have them, and are willing to use them as He commands." Leolyn nodded, feeling a little better. It didn't seem so bad, when put that way. It was like finding a job. Working for another. Learning a trade. You could be lazy and be a laborer, or you could work hard... find a skilled tradesman or business owner and learn from them. Work under them. She started suddenly, struck by a thought. Who did an apprentice work for? Who did they serve? A Master. Master blacksmith, or a Master woodworker. The tasks she may be asked to do were very different, but the act of serving under another wasn't. She knew she wasn't really fooling herself into thinking that made any of this right or just, or even endurable. However. It was another way of looking at things, and even if it only made it a little easier, that was something, wasn't it? "I'll give you a hint, slave." Leolyn looked at the cat guard relaxed in her chair and nodded, waiting. Ralean said, "Strive to know what Master desires, and work to give it to him. For example... if he were to see you talking with me now, how would he wish you to be acting?" Leolyn furrowed her brows... what did the cat mean? She was just talking, and being polite. Was there something wrong with two furries talking? Two furries. One just a slave, one an honored guard. If anything had been drilled into her by Master Rahmor, it was that slaves showed respect and submission to their Masters. That wasn't really the rule though. The real rule was that everyone shows respect to those above them. She nodded in understanding and slowly got to her knees. "Thank you, uhm, Miss?" Ralean shook head head slightly, "Miss is too close to Mistress, and Mister is too close to Master. You only have one of those. Other dragons should be called Sir or Ma'am, and only when spoken to first. Dragons tend to call us by what we are, slaves. They care little what names we use to call each other, as long as we are respectful or disdainful as the situation requires. You can call me, or any other member of Master's house by our working title. Or if you are on familiar terms by name. You can call me Guard Ralean. Or Chief Guard for formal occasions, as that is my position." Leolyn nodded, and gave a little smile, "Thank you, Guard Ralean." She fidgeted a bit and asked, "So... Chief means in charge of some others?" Ralean snorted, "In charge of ALL the others. I am the head of Master's slave guard." "Oh... shouldn't you be doing something more important than sitting here watching us? There's nowhere for us to run, and nothing to guard us from." "More important? You mares cost more than the rest of his slaves combined. Most dragons can afford one unicorn, at most. Other than his harem, which is well protected both inside and out, there is nothing more valuable than you lot. It's an HONOR to be assigned here." Leolyn pondered this. Valuable? Her? Their Master never treated them like they were valuable. He treated them like, well, slaves. Unicorns did stay clear of dragons. They disliked cities, so avoided the west coast, but kept far from the dragon borders, forming their own clusters of villages midway between. She grumped, not far enough from the dragons. It did mean that unicorn slaves were rare, or at least used to be. She still didn't know how many they captured, but in her short time before being taken here she had seen so many, so very many. If they were so valuable, surely he would pick them for more pleasant duties. Why waste a valuable slave scrubbing floors out of sight when they could... what? She tried to imagine what else might be going on beyond those doors. Someone had to cook the food, wash clothes, or even make them? She knew the blue dragon was wealthy, but had no idea what that really meant. He had his own guards, and servants. Did he buy furniture or have it made? Were there records to be kept? She tried to remember her first day here, walking dazed through endless hallways. Where did his lair start? She wished she had more of an education, but had been a jack of all trades, working odd jobs and always putting off focusing on any one thing. She liked new experiences and was loathe to settle on just one. Well, being a slave certainly was a new experience, if not one she would have ever chosen, or wanted. "Could you... put in a good word for me?" Before the leopard could answer, the door suddenly made a loud 'thud' which signaled the outer doors being unblocked. Ralean was on her feet in a flash, instantly all business as she snapped out, "Back with the others, slave!" The rest of the mares were already assembling into a line, kneeling to face the door, heads bowed. Even Sabeth managed to take her position, squirming more than the others but knowing even in her sexual haze that THIS was not something to ignore. None of them dared look up as three figures entered their prison. Dana crawled on all fours, ball gagged and leashed. She sighed a bit in relief in seeing her home. Crawling was difficult and she was glad it was finally over. The only positive aspect was who was holding her leash. She glanced up at Tamira, then quickly away as her vantage point only gave a good view of the warrior's butt from below. She blushed, but was grateful it was her. Rahmor was quick to yank and tug on her leash, but Tamira had a much lighter touch, making sure to give advance warning and not to pull too hard. Ahead of the crawling mare, Tamira walked on her hooves, giving the unicorn girls a quick look over. There was never any telling what Nella would do to the poor things. She didn't see any fresh bruises or marks and she relaxed, just a bit. Nella was one thing, but Master Rahmor was quite another. He surely did plan something, and there was simply no stopping His intentions. She fought off a desire to scratch at her side where the ropes had chafed uncomfortably while she had been tied up to Dana. It hadn't ALL been uncomfortable and she now struggled not to smile as well as scratch. Her Master would surely be displeased if she squirmed during, well, whatever he was going to do. Rahmor of course, was first, looking over his mares with pride and satisfaction. All lined up, neatly and orderly, and obediently. Even Sabeth, aside from her slouching and squirming. He glanced down at Dana and said, "Hmmm, she's not in line with the others." Tamira gulped a bit, fighting down the urge to protest that she couldn't possibly be blamed for not lining up! Rahmor said casually, "I suppose she should join them... unless she could serve better where she is. Shall I find something for her to do, slave Tamira?" Tamira relaxed at the start of Rahmor's speech, but grew nervous by the end of it. Rahmor never gave his slaves ANY choice that wasn't also some sort of test, or unless it had major ramifications. She was sure this was going to decide something, but what? Would he be angry if she showed favoritism, and give Dana some cruel punishment? Or would letting her go back with the others make him think she didn't care for the mare, and he would never let them be together again? She let out a soft whine under her breath, not knowing what he wanted her to say. She feared the possibilities of both, but feared being separated from her newfound love more. "Please, yes..." said Tamira. Rahmor nodded. "Very well. Dana, head, here." Dana looked up to see Rahmor holding out his hand. Nervously she got to her knees and placed her chin in his palm. She flinched as his talons moved over her face, but only to unbuckle her muzzle and pull the large red ball gag from her mouth with a wet plop. "Gahhh," she said and worked her sore jaw. "Dana... look at the sorry state of Tamira's hooves. Dusty, dirty. Polish them until you are told otherwise." Dana nodded, turning to look at them, and then wondered where she would find a rag and brush and polish. There certainly were any such things here, or all the other mares wouldn't also be in a similar state. She was about to ask where she could find some grooming supplies when it clicked and she flushed deeply. "Oh... of course. Yes Master." Tamira thought being groomed wouldn't be so bad, until she saw Dana bend down and give one hoof a long, slow lick of her tongue. She almost pulled her hoof away, not liking to see Dana humiliate herself so. Not to her! That was something dragons did and enjoyed, not unicorns! But if she pulled her hoof away Dana would be put back in line, or worse, so she stayed and tried her best not to move. She certainly didn't want to step on her friend by accident! She took a deep breath and steadied herself, feeling that warm tongue brush against her ankle as it worked around the top of one hoof. Was this Rahmor's way of punishing her for a wrong decision, or in some twisted way, a reward? Rahmor stepped forward, closer to the lien of unicorn slaves. A row of breasts and downturned muzzles greeted him, horns gleaming like a line of golden icicles. Such beauty, and submission. Even now, only partly trained they almost radiated obedience with their gleaming white fur. All his. He swelled with pride, and soon discarded his kilt, letting them all see his pride for themselves, red and thick. "You all want that heat to be soothed, don't you slaves?" he asked. The horns all bobbed, not completely in unison, but close. "I have a special treat today, and for the next several until you are over your little cycle. Assuming you want it badly enough, and from the smell and sight if your wet cunts, I think you do." The blue dragon walked up to one end of the unicorns, giving her muzzle a slap with his cock, "Lick as I pass, slaves..." The unicorn mrrmmped as she licked and sucked at the offered tip, her sex burning in desire and hardly needing the order. Then the cock began to move down the line and she leaned to follow it, only stopping as the next muzzle bumped into her nose to take the shaft, carrying it along a line of lips and tongues as the dragon inspected his herd. "Yes, you are eager little sluts. Yet another reason you are slaves among dragons who have no such seasonal disorders." Leolyn took the cock with her lips as it came within reach, thinking that unicorns only had this disorder because a certain blue dragon withheld their herbs that controlled it! But she didn't dare say it, and was too distracted by the tempting scent of the dragon to dwell on it too long. She leaned forward suddenly to engulf as much as the shaft as she could, bobbing her head and turning it to follow the dragons movements, gasping as she finally had to let go and pass it onto the next. Rahmor smiled and nodded, "Good girl." Leolyn squirmed at the praise, not because she was happy to be praised, but because it meant he noticed her extra attentions and would be more likely to place her somewhere good. Rahmor walked down the line, enjoying the differences in all the muzzles. Some were eager, others desperate, some intent on pleasing. Telly as always was very dutiful, but he noticed Leolyn's attempts as well. Then there was Sabeth, the bag still tightly tied over her muzzle, huffing audibly. He patted her face, then turned his head to check up on Tamira and Dana, examining Dana's progress. Dana had finished licking one hoof down and was using her tail as a makeshift rag to scrub and brush at it. She heard Masters approach, but until he said otherwise she focused on her work. It wasn't so bad, other than the licking. She didn't mind making Tamira look pretty. If anyone deserved a little loving care, it surely was Tamira! Rahmor smirked as he turned back to the mares, looking even more disheveled and distracted after the taste of what their bodies cried out for. He pulled a large wineskin from his belt and popped off the top, lowering it to give Sabeth a whiff. Sabeth whined! Even through the saliva-soaked bag on her muzzle she could smell the scent of stallion cum. Unicorn stallion cum. Her cunt PULSED in need and she almost reached for it, struggling to contain herself. "Mrrrrrmph!" Rahmor walked back down the line, letting them all get a whiff, enjoying their tails whipping about behind them, their eyes widening and then narrowing in lusty need. "Yes, this is the real thing. I traded some of your milk for it. A mouthful of this will make all those terribly desires go away all day." Plenty of shifting on knees and needful whimpers followed him as he reached the end. "Now, slaves... show me how much you need it. Slap your tits. Use both hands. I want to HEAR the sound of them being punished. Now!" Leolyn wasn't the first to strike herself, but she made sure she wasn't the last either. She lifted her right hand and whacked her left tit, crying out at the harsh and painful feel. Her breast lifted up by the blow, then back down and ached from the hit. She glanced to her left and right, seeing the rest slowly begin to perform their duties. Not all were hitting very hard, some seemed unable to figure out the best angle or just couldn't bring themselves to punish their sensitive, swollen breasts to any degree. Leolyn wondered if she hit herself extra hard, would that impress her Master? Would it get her a better place... or would he think that self-punishment was her skill? "I suppose you don't want to sample this bad enough? Do you LIKE being a horny, slutty bitch?" Leolyn saw Rahmor dressing down one of the other mares who was only giving her tits light pats before the warning, and was not hitting harder and crying out with the others. Leolyn decided that doing more than was required was safer than less, and struck again, and again. She used both hands, whacking each of her breasts from the underside, but from different directions, then moving to the other. Alternating breasts as she smacked herself, owing and ngggging as she hit flesh that only became more and more sensitive. It hurt too much to concentrate on one, so she switched, smacking one each with her hand, but that didn't allow any time to recover so she moved back to the other pattern. "Oww... oww... ouch!" Rahmor nodded in satisfaction as he watched. It wasn't easy to hurt yourself. Like pulling out a splinter or touching a sore spot, there was an instinctive desire to not do anything that hurt. It took will to overcome that. Many of these mares didn't have it. Luckily for them, he had plenty of will to spare, and was happy to bend them to it. Leolyn grunted as she continued. From the sounds she could tell the mare beside her was pacing herself. Leolyn just hit harder, grunting with the effort, wanting to show that she was special. Worth more. Better suited to whatever special tasks Master Rahmor might have. She didn't dare look up to see if he was watching, she simply redoubled her efforts, making sure to send her breasts flying upward from each blow, almost juggling them as she smack, smack, smacked herself despite the pain. "Yes... thats a good girl. Your efforts please me." Leolyn gasped and panted, happy to hear the words, until she saw empty floor in front of her. Rahmor was several mares down the line, looking at Telly who was working herself over in an almost desperate manner. She gritted her teeth and wasn't going to be upstaged by her! Smack. SMACK. SMACK! "Ngggraaahhhh!" "Enough!" Hands all fell to white furred thighs, the cries dying down to whimpers and gasping breaths and pants. "Very good... I think you all did well enough. Starting with you, turn to face each other. Pair up." All the mares shifted in place, turning to face each other. All except Sabeth who had no partner. She had been unable to hit very hard due to the heavy pendants hanging from her pierced nipples. As badly as she wanted the release, she couldn't bring herself to hit her poor abused breasts. A life of luxury I'll prepared her even less than the others for such tasks. She whined pleadingly. Rahmor moved to stand near Sabeth and said, "Oh, I see you have no partner. Only eleven of you, without Dana to make twelve. Too bad Tamira wanted her services." Sabeth let out a snort, glaring at Tamira with a dagger-like stare. Then a paw flashed and smacked into her face, sending her reeling. Errrpmh! "Pay attention, cunt. I'll deal with you after the rest get their needs taken care of." Sabeth gasped as she lay on her side, whining, her whole body on fire. A mare's heat wasn't meant to go on for so long, and certainly wasn't meant to have a stallion-scented bag tied over her muzzle, driving the sensations higher and higher and higher. Added to the effects of the pod plant created hormone seeds that made her breasts swell with milk, it resulted in a torturous desire no female furry was ever meant to endure. It was little surprise Sabeth was unable to cope, and she cried silently in frustration and need as Rahmor left her to writhe on the floor. Rahmor hefted the wineskin and moved to the first pair of mares. "Heads to the sides, and keep your muzzles shut and tongues in your mouths! If I see you so much as SNIFF before you have permission you will spend the night on the horse." He gave a flick of his tail to the triangle shaped wooden contraption, looking like a doghouse with a metal L shape running along the top. Everyone had seen Sabeth and Tamira forced to straddle it and nobody wished to experience it for themselves. Satisfied, he poured out a stream of thick, white good onto one of the mares breasts, coating both of the bruised orbs. "There... now rub against each other. Do try and keep it on your breasts, but make sure to work it in good." He moved to the next in line, and poured. Telly had a bit of a problem with her full, swollen belly, but managed to squirm and shift and rub against her partner. She moaned at the discomfort of pressing her bruised breasts against another, equally wounded pair, but the scent made her drool and groan. Nobody was dumb enough to try and get a taste as Rahmor poured five times for each pair. He waited for them all to rub the sticky stuff into each others chests as he capped the wineskin. One more look behind him showed Dana working on Tamira's other hoof now. Tamira was struggling not to show any expression, but Rahmor saw her emotions clearly, his dragon eyes piercing her fur to see the flowing heat beneath, the blush that wasn't visible to furry eyes, the tensions of muscles as she struggled not to clench a fist or move a leg. The almost glow of her sex showing her arousal. Furries might claim they had no desire to submit or dominate, but it was a lie. They all did. They just had to be shown their Place to find it. He smiled, returning to his work. "Good. Now... each pair of you, starting with the one on THAT side, suck one of your partner's breasts clean of cum. When I say 'switch' you will stop and let your partner have a turn. You will each get a chance to suck each of your partner's breasts clean once. If you don't finish... tough. Start... NOW!" Leolyn was on the side that got to go first and she dipped her head down and glomped onto a wet, sticky, furry tit. She mmmprrmped as she licked and sucked, mouthing the orb and the DELICIOUS sticky unicorn cum that covered it. Her nostrils flared as she tried to gobble the breast before her, ignoring the whines of the mare she was devouring. She even nibbled a bit, trying to squeeze out any from the fur, giving her partner a few accidental nips, but not caring. It was so GOOD... her body screamed for MORE, MORE MORE! "Switch!" Leolyn gasped as her head was roughly pulled upwards, but she had just enough sense to have heard and understood the command. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, and then a rough mouth chomped down on a badly bruised breast. "Oooowowich!" She squirmed but didn't push the muzzle away, not wanting to deprive the mare of her release, and also not wishing to draw the dragon's ire. Already her horn was faintly warming as it worked on her abused breasts, but that only made the discomfort worse as it accelerated both the healing, and the pain of it. She winced as teeth bit down, lips suckled and her breast was grabbed and squeezed by a hand to hold it. "Switch!" Wasting no time, Leolyn wrenched the other mare's face away and went to town on the other girls second tit, sucking and licking, knowing this was her last chance and giving everything she had into sucking every last drop from the white fur. Mrrrph-suckle-lick-suck-pant. "Switch!" All too soon it was over, for her... and she endured a second round of sucking and licking and hard squeezing. Her poor tit was worked over ruthlessly, soaked from both sum and spit, but far more spit now as most of the seed had been sucked off. Still the mare continued to gobble her breast. "Nrrrghowowowowie!" "Enough! Face forward!" All the mares obeyed, even Sabeth who had gotten back onto her knees. "Your bodies need cum, and a climax to convince them you have been bred. Prove you are worthy of a good orgasm. Starting on this end, spread wide, and give yourself one good pussy slap. Make it count." Leolyn listened as the first mare whined, and then smacked herself in the pussy, the sharp and wet sound followed by a cry and whimper. "Good... passed. Next!" Several more smacks were heard, and then it was her turn. She spread herself wide, her hand tingling from having hit her breasts so hard, not to mention how bad they hurt! She took a deep breath and raised her hand to the sky, and swung it down with all her might before she could have second thoughts. SMACK! She nggggged and hissssed in pain as her hand drove flat into her delicate, and super-sensitive flesh. "Ahhhh-ahhh-ooooowwwwwwwooww!" she cried as she shuddered from the blow. She had not held back, not even a little and it hurt! "Uhhhhhng." "Oh, that was a good one. Here..." Leolyn squinted through tear filled eyes at the blue dragon, then coughed as he squirted her in the face with the wineskin, thick globs of cum splattering her face and nose. She licked it up as best she could, shuddering with mixed pleasure and distaste at the scent. Her body wanted it bad, but she knew what it was and even in her haze of need, still remembered to be humiliated. Embarrassing or not, the extra cum would make the next day much easier, and she didn't regret a single lick. Rahmor walked down the line, pausing after a mare gave a less than convincing blow. "Fail." Heathel whined and trembled. She had tried, but just couldn't bring herself to hit herself very hard. She gasped at the dragons pronouncement and whined. "Did you not understand my command, slave?" Heathel shook her head, "I'm sorry Master... I tried..." He said, "Would you like some help?" Heathel whimpered and nodded miserably. She just wanted to shrink into herself. The last time Master noticed her she got taken to dinner, put on a platter and nearly eaten! She looked up, wondering who or how she would be helped when a foot slammed into her crotch. "Ngggggrrrrraaagh!" She folded over, clutching her brutalized pussy, muzzle to the floor as she rocked. "Pass." The next few slaps were extra loud, except for Telly who Rahmor allowed to skip the test due to her swollen belly. She had struck herself anyway, just for good measure. Leolyn panted as she waited for Rahmor to finish, glancing up at Tamira and Dana. Dana was still working on the hooves, making a second, or maybe even a third pass now. Lucky her. She didn't look horny at all and must have had a good dose of cum to tide her over. What an easy job, polishing hooves. Way better than beating yourself up! Not as good as Tamira's job though, getting to stand up, leave the lair, go on whatever adventures she had out there. She wasn't getting her cunt beaten, that was for sure! She even looked like she was going to get a slave of her own. Lucky mare! "Very good, you all passed. Now you can help each other cum. Half of you get on your backs, the other turn around and straddle your partner, then eat them out until you both cum. Twice. First pair to cum gets a reward, last, gets a punishment. Go!" Leolyn gulped at the order, then turned to her partner. Marie. Funny how she never thought of her other than 'partner' until now. Or slave. Whatever Master called them seemed to stick, and if she had time to think about it she would have been worried at what was happening to her mind. But she had no time and nearly threw the poor mare to the floor, spinning around and sitting on Marie's muzzle before burying her own in the stunned girl's muff. SLURP! Rahmor watched the mares move into position and mrrrrrmed, fingers stroking himself. He stepped back for a better view, and grinned at Tamira. The mare was clearly not pleased. She didn't like seeing the others abused, but she wisely was saying nothing. He smirked and faced Tamira, popping the cork from the wineskin with a thumb and giving Tamira's pussy a squirt of the remaining stallion cum. "It seems you have a dirty cunt. Dana! Clean it!" Dana ulped and stopped her work on Tamira's hooves, moving to kneel between them instead as she looked up at the white-stained pussy before her. She sniffed, the alluring scent drawing her tongue, inexperienced as it was, to the pink flesh. Tamira nggghed and quivered on her knees as a hot, hungry tongue began to work her over. "Uhhhnnnngghh... ahhh..." she said, the sight of nearly a dozen mares performing 69 on each other helping to drive any thoughts out of her head. She would hate the blue dragon later... after... ngggh. Her train of thought trailed off as she got a crooked, dopey smile on her face, eyes unfocusing before closing entirely. Rahmor chuckled. He was going to miss having her all horny from heat. Sadly it didn't last more than a week, and he did need her thinking clearly for her duties. There were ways to extend it, and some dragons kept a slave or two in heat permanently, but it was bad for their health and mental state. Left them weak and confused and given enough time could leave them permanently sex-starved and mushy-brained. A deserved fate in some cases, but not one he was interested in for any of HIS mares. Not unless one failed to find any Place at all. Then he would consider it. That would come later, for now though... he would. "Ralean! Suck me off, now!" Ralean quickly moved from her station at the door, ignoring a dirty look from Nella. She considered sticking her tongue out at her sister guard simply to teach her a minor lesson, but decided that would be better done in private, and with more force. Instead she settled to her knees and smiled happily at the dragon member before her. There was no need to pretend, she loved to serve her Master in any way she could. She was a flawed furry, and would never be a REAL member of the Dragon Empire. Luckily Rahmor did not mind, and treated her as well as she could expect, unlike many others. She opened her mouth wide. As a feline she didn't have the long muzzle of a dog or equine, and her sharp cat teeth were also a problem, but she made up for her physical shortcomings the way she made up for her mental ones. With fierce determination and a great deal of skill. Rahmor shivered and groaned as his guard went to work. She could teach Tamira a think or two about cocksucking. Rrrrrngh. Tamira's fumbling attempts were endearing however, and were a constant reminder of her lesbian tendencies. He enjoyed being reminded of that as it made it all the more pleasurable to know his domination of her was complete enough to overcome her distaste for males. She didn't go down on him because she liked it. She did it because he ordered it. He shuddered as tongue, lips and fingers worked him over expertly. The lair was filled with the sounds of sucking and slurping, moans and groans. He huffed, getting more distracted than he had anticipated. "Nella... keep track of the mares... make sure they cum twice. Huff!" Nella nodded, not daring to glare at Ralean with Rahmor paying attention, and moved to observe the mares closer. If any failed in their duties, she would notice, and with luck, help deliver the punishment to whoever did, as well as the ones that finished last! Leolyn whined and licked, grinding her crotch into Marie's muzzle, pleasuring herself with thrusts more than the protesting mare's tongue. Her own lips however were working over the poor girl as well as she could, desperately wanting to be first! She gritted her teeth as she heard a mare cry out in orgasm, redoubling her efforts. "Come on, eat me!" "Mrrrrph!" was all Marie could get out in reply. Rahmor quivered in pleasure. He liked nothing more than to see slaves at work. Except for slaves working in an orgy! At his command. Under his control. He groaned as he heard another cry out in orgasm. An orgasm she would never have had if it were not for him. All of the mares before him were writing in lustful pleasure, all from his work. His decisions. His desire. He growled grabbing Ralean's head and pulling her up to her feet. A sucking, skilled as it was, simply wasn't enough. He spun her around, bent her over, and claimed his slave. Ralean let out a growl of her own, feeling Master's large cock pressing to her sex, and then shoving in, deep. Luckily she was wet and ready, and as loose as a girl her size could be as she took him if not with ease, at least with a minimum of pain. Once again, she didn't let her body's limitations stop her from her duty. She was no dragoness able to take a dragon's full length and force, but she took as much as she could, slamming back against him as he thrusted, making sure he got full use of her sex. A gentle, slower fucking might make her pussy enjoy it more, but nothing but a happy, rutting Master could satisfy her desire to serve and please. "Unf... fuck me, Master... fuck your slave... nggghhh!" Rahmor did so, clawed hands on her hips, hammering away... slamming into her again and again as he watched his slaves sucking and cumming. A sea of white and gold. He cocked his head to see Tamira wobbling back and forth, Dana's muzzle buried in her crotch. Once more he felt pleasure and pride. They were so different. One loved cocks, the other loved cunts. One strong, the other girly and sweet. On the surface they were incompatible. Yet they fit together so perfectly. He needed no force, no hammering of their wills to fit them to each other. Just subtle, and not so subtle manipulations until their hidden shapes fit neatly to each other, guided by his will and power. He grunted, watching them and the rest of his mares, and let out a roar as he came hard and long. Ralean howled at the climax inside her, letting out a feline mrrrrrowl of pleasure at having gotten her Master off so quickly, and with such a forcefully cumming! She ground her fine, toned ass back as she let him hump her, then slid off him as he pulled back, neatly turning to lap and lick him clean. Her own sex was messy, stretched and pained... but she endure the discomfort. Relished it. Proof of her good service. Proof that she had His favor, and that more than anything else was what she craved. After of course, craving to please Him. Master came first, always. Leolyn felt like she had been licking at the mare under her for days. She had cum twice, the first was easy, her horny body eager to release, the second took longer but still wasn't too hard. Marie however was more trouble, squirming and gasping under her, whimpering more than moaning. Leolyn continued her assault on the mares sex, having heard Master roaring his own climax, she knew he would be watching. Finally she felt Marie shudder under her, and with the best her lips and tongue could do, finally got her off for her second time. Marie gasped and groaned, feeling the crazy mare roll off of her. She had been so smothered by her grinding hips it was amazing she got off once, especially with her poor pussy all smacked and then nommed on like it was a pile of hey. That mare needed to learn how to eat a girl better! Rahmor sighed in pleasure, all the mares having finished, even Tamira had at least one climax. He tapped Dana's muzzle with his tailtip, "You can stop now, slave." Dana pulled back, the front of her muzzle soaked in juices and nodded breathlessly, still intoxicated by the stallion cum. Rahmor mrrrred, "Nella. Winners and losers." Nella smiled, "Those two finished first." Telly blushed as she and her partner were pointed at, happy to have pleased her Master and given him yet one reason to keep her. Nella moved her arm and grinned, "Those too finished last." Leolyn gasped and felt her heart sink. Last? She was going to get punished! Worse, she was going to look bad in the eyes of Rahmor. She let out a whimper, giving Marie a dirty look, and one for that pregnant mare Telly too for finishing first when it should have been herself! Rahmor mrrmed and nodded. "Telly was one of the winners... I should have expected that. She's such a good mare. Well then... I'll dish out both rewards and punishment... then deal with one last problem." Sabeth groaned as blue filled her vision. She looked up, drooling into the bag after sucking on it, desperate for more of the stallion scent. Rahmor said, "Gag and bind the rest, guards." Ralean, Nella, and a wobbly Tamira quickly grabbed ball gags and locks and began binding the tired, sated mares. There were hardly any noises of complaints as their bodies were finally relaxing, the heat draining from the potent unicorn seed, hormones and a touch of unicorn magic working together. They were all hog-tied on their bellies, gagged with their custom fitted ball gags and muzzles to strap them in place. Rahmor smiled as the three guards worked. Tamira of course was reluctant, but obedient. He could see the mares she muzzled was done with a light touch. Not loose, still tight enough to keep them from working the balls out of their mouths, but fitted to be more comfortable. Ralean of course used enough force to get the job done securely, her muzzle straps tighter but not unreasonably so. Amusement filled his eyes as he watched Nella yanking on the straps of one mare, her ball gag crammed tightly into her muzzle, tight straps pulling her lips back in a grimace. Not too excessive, but clearly more than required to simply silence and humiliate a slave. Good girl. All of them were. He gazed at them fondly before turning back to the whining slut at his feet. "Do not worry my little whore. You will get yours soon enough..." Sabeth whined and trembled, both terrified and desperate for whatever awaited her. She wanted to say she would do anything to ease the longing in her loins. Anything. As hard as she tried, all that came out was muffled moans through the bag on her muzzle. It didn't matter. Rahmor knew, and would take brutal advantage of her state. He smiled in anticipation.

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Title: Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003 Tags: dracula halloween, dracula castle, monster orgy, human inhuman, creature sex, vampires The Carpathian Mountains in autumn are cold and cruel. In addition to capricious weather, early nightfall often makes travel after dinnertime hazardous at best. The unsympathetic terrain, even at the somewhat more benign base of the mountains, can be deadly if one is unfamiliar with the jagged rocks and gnarled trees that seem to grasp and claw at the unwary roadway traveler. And Borgo Pass, though among the safest of these upward climbing coach trails, is no exception to this rule. Add to these harrowing conditions the fact that the surrounding mountainsides are rife with all manner of predatory beasts of sharp claw and tearing teeth, and only a fool would even consider venturing anywhere near these dangerous peaks, at any time of year. This particular night, however, turned out to be a very unusual All Hallows Eve. The customary stormy autumn skies were calm, quiet. But this led to an even more unnerving essence for this hard, cold area. Though clouds seemed almost afraid to hover above the foreboding pass, thereby making the familiar rains a wispy memory, the floor of the harsh terrain was not bereft of moisture. The soggy ground was home to large patches of mist, which blew to and fro at the whim of the mountain winds. The air was so silent you could almost hear the vapors moving, searching for something besides rock and vegetation to embrace in their cold, wet fingers. Only the howl of obviously excited wolves and the high-pitched chitter of sharp fanged bats broke the silence. And these skin crawling sounds echoed eerily in the damp, silent air. The chittering bats, dozens of them, were flying on leathery wings up the pass, in the direction of Dracula's castle. The echoing of their night cries made it sound as if they numbered in the hundreds, or thousands, instead of mere dozens. The howling of the wolves was different this time, however. The sound came not from high, star-reaching cliffs nor jutting, rocky precipices. Rather, the sound came from the overgrown coach path. And the howling was accompanied by another sound, the only other sound besides lupine moans and squealing bat sounds to emanate from Borgo Pass this night. The wooden wheels bounced and creaked on the rock-strewn road, the screaming wood of the carriage crying out its obvious pain. The speed of the careening carriage was well above any safe rate of motion, even if it hadn't been in this deadly place. Still, it's pace never slackened. It sped along at breakneck speed, narrowly missing boulders and grasping tree limbs alike. Occasionally, a wheel would fly high in the air as it failed to avoid a rock, or a spray of wood dust would explode into the still air as the side of the coach destroyed a particularly foolhardy limb. But the demon steeds simply snorted and whinnied, pulling the hopping, rocking carriage ever forward. Their eyes blazed crimson in their black faces, their flared nostrils puffing great gusts of visible breath as they strained to carry their cargo to its final destination. But even as the steeds snorted and panted, the coach rumbled and clacked and creaked, the sound of the howling rose above all else. The night shattering howls came not from the surrounding countryside, but from within the carriage. Inside the darkness of that quaking coach, the snorts and grunts were equally as loud and persistent as those of the demon steeds. And it needs be said that not all the rocking of the coach was from the unnecessarily quick ascent up Borgo Pass. Lorraina's head was banging against the ornate gold door handle. She hardly felt it. Larry's eyes were blazing beastlike into hers, almost all human reasoning gone from them. Those feral eyes left hers only long enough for him to raise his head moonward - craning his neck as far back as it could go - and howl from the pit of his heaving lungs. Long, soft bristles sprouted from every pore in his naked body as he bucked and heaved on top of her. Digging her nails deeply into his rippling back, Lorraina returned Larry's howl in spades. She snorted her lust back at him, and he fed on it. It fueled his own lust. Every half dozen or so thrusts of his huge, bestial penis, Larry would again howl at the sky. And Lorraina had begun to chime in right along with him, matching him thrust for thrust, howl for howl. By now, most of the rocking of the coach was from their animalistic fornication, and not from the treacherous terrain and overzealous steeds. As Larry's burning seed sped from him into Lorraina's waiting portal, the two bit each other, gnawing at one another's necks and shoulders. When they kissed, they bit and sucked soft lip flesh. They clawed each other deeply, either drawing blood or raising welts each time. Larry was slamming his emptying tool into her with such force that her head broke the door handle off the rocking coach, thereby ending it's mild annoyance once and for all. "Fuck me, you hairy beast!" Lorraina yelled, the screamed sentence leading directly into another howl. Larry howled louder than ever, and Lorraina felt as if gallons of molten lava had just been shot by a cannon into her womb. She felt it filling her, washing over her every inner wall. It heated her from the inside out. In her mounting passion, she chewed deeply into Larry's shoulder and her deeply burrowing fingernails raked up great gobs of lupine flesh and hair. Then her eyes closed, and her ensuing howl dwarfed Larry's. It even startled the normally oblivious steeds. Her erupting fluids raged from her like a flood. The combination of those unstoppable juices and her penis-strangling vaginal muscles nearly pushed Larry's wolf cock out of her with finality. But, snarling and clawing, Larry forced his muscle to hold its ground, to continue its plundering of Lorraina's molten core. They howled in unison, sweating, grunting and tumbling about the cabin for what seemed an eternity of orgasmic bliss, until their muscles ached and their genitals were drained. Their sexual union ended just in time. Temporarily sated, werewolf and former servant of Dracula uncoupled, slowly and with caution, and lay on their backs in the cramped floor space between front and back benches of the carriage's dark interior. Their chests heaved and their sweat drenched the old, rickety wood of the floorboards. Suddenly, relaxation became a luxury they couldn't afford. The insane pace of the snorting steeds slackened, and all grew quiet, except for the slow clop of hooves and gentle creaking of wooden wheels on stone. They had arrived at Dracula's castle. As they scrambled to dress themselves, Lorraina and Larry became aware of revelry. Once again, Larry had arrived well after the other guests. The party was in full swing. Merriment abounded, the raucous sounds even penetrating beyond the cold, dark stone of the Undead Lord's gloomy home. Disembarking from the driverless carriage, the already exhausted couple stood upon the stone entranceway before the massive oak door to the main hall. They looked about, their eyes aided by the flickering torches on either side of the portal. How familiar it was. One year ago, Larry and Lorraina had met just inside that door....he as a guest of the wily Dracula, and she as a mere servant girl, ordered by her Master to cater to the desires of Larry Talbot, affectionately known as "Wolfie" - and a host of other nicknames - by the vampire lord. Once they'd engaged in carnal activities together, they realized they were meant for each other, and the rest was history. They both must've been thinking along similar lines, because their eyes locked, they smiled, and they embraced, kissing lovingly outside that castle door in the cold, crisp moonlight. With a painful groan of rusty hinges and a long, seemingly endless creaking of wood, the door slowly opened inward. The main hallway was dark at first, but then one by one wall torches burst into flaming life, filling the hall with flickering light that seemed somehow brighter than the sum of the half dozen or so torches should've been. Not quite silently, as if a sigh were being made by some unseen person or persons, a light mist swirled along the stone floor. By the time Larry and Lorraina had seen it, they were too late to determine from whence it had come. They only caught it's appearance as it swirled up to them, stopping several feet in front of them, billowing upward, taking shape. "Good evening, my friends. Velcome to my home," Dracula greeted them, his thick Romanian accent barging into their ears. "A bit showy this year, eh, Count?" Larry smirked. "You rarely do the fog bit." "I know," he replied, "but I've just received the most mind-blowing hummer, and I'm in the mood to be....ostentatious. Forgive me." He bowed courteously, but still grinned from ear to ear. "I see things are in full swing already," Larry said, nodding his head toward the sounds coming from behind the door to the great ballroom. "But of course, Volfie. Vun thing I can alvays count on you for is being late. But, no harm done. The party vill continue all night. You and Lorraina vill have HOURS to play and enjoy yourselves. So, please, enter freely....and of your own vill." "Shouldn't that be OUR line, Drac?" Larry quipped. "Ahhh, yes. Again, forgive me. I'm feeling very....humorous...tonight." It was the first time Larry had ever seen Dracula, Lord of the Undead, King of the Vampires, actually.....wink. Obviously, Dracula had partaken of some spiked...hemoglobin. More than likely, Larry mused, Mr. Hyde's hairy paw was somehow involved. "Come," Dracula smiled, "join the party. Lorraina, how vunderful to see you again. You look radiant. No doubt the byproduct of gallons of verevolf semen. Oh, but vonce again, forgive me. I'm not qvite myself tonight." Lorraina simply smiled. She had a feeling that her toothy host was absolutely correct. When she looked over at Larry, she nearly laughed out loud to see him chuckling covertly into his hand. "Oh, vun more thing, Volfie," Dracula noted with mock sadness, "You missed the most exciting part of last year's party vhen you two left too early." Laughing, Larry asked, "What could we possibly have missed? I think we got to see EVERYTHING a human - or inhuman - brain could stand! You can't mean to say we missed anything more incredible than what we DID see." "Ahh, but you missed the piece de resistance. You remember vhen King Kong and the Fifty Foot Voman humped themselves into oblivion?" "Yes," Larry laughed, "how could ANYONE have missed that?!" "Vell," Dracula continued, "just after you left, The Amazing Colossal Man showed up. He thought Voman should've been his, and he and Kong squared off. From vhat I understand, It vas all my servants could do to keep them from killing vun another, and wrecking my beautiful castle in the process!" "Oh, my," Lorraina gasped, eyes wide. "What happened?" "Vell," Dracula sighed, "it vas daylight by then, so I vas asleep in my coffin. I'm going by third hand accounts, you understand. But, apparently, they came to some sort of agreement, as Kong and Colossal shook hands and parted amicably. They are both invited again this year, so perhaps ve shall see vhat kind of accord they've struck...and if it vill last. The sweeter sex can make bitter foes of men of any species." "Well, let's hope they keep whatever agreement they made. I'd hate to have them get in a fight and knock down the walls of your castle in the heat of battle." "That vill not happen," Dracula bellowed, "or they vill answer to ME! NO VUN ruins Dracula's Halloveen party! NO VUN!!" After a brief pause, Dracula's demeanor lightened. He smiled again. "But enough of that," he said with an evil grin, "I need some pussy. Come....let's join the partiers, shall ve?" With a flourish of his billowy cape, the Undead Lord turned, his long fingers grasping the golden doorknob of the ballroom door. Throwing it open wide dramatically, he turned and winked again. With a suggestive tongue gesture, he walked through the door ahead of the couple, laughing loudly and singing something bawdy along the lines of, "Vhere are my vives, I need some nooky. Oh there they are, oh, looky looky," obviously pleased with himself though he couldn't carry a tune to save his un-life and his lyrics needed one helluva rewrite. Larry and Lorraina watched him glide off, ghostlike, in search of his brides for whatever carnal explorations he might be contemplating. When he faded into the crowd, that's when the wolf and his mate saw the pandemonium for the first time. Their eyes grew wide as they saw the wall to wall debauchery and fornication that was in full grope. Even though they'd seen it before, each time somehow always seemed new....or at least a tiny bit more perverse than the last time they'd seen it. They stepped into the room, into the madness, and this year's party was under way. "Larry you old dog!" came a growling scream from across the room, "How's it hangin, ya mangy mutt?!" Larry's and Lorraina's heads turned in unison toward the familiar voice. It was the redoubtable Mister Hyde, already obviously enjoying the party. All they could see of him through the mass of copulating bodies of the partying denizens of darkness, was his smiling face, his yellow, crooked teeth glinting with alcohol and other....mysterious substances. The wolfman and his bride didn't want to know what those substances might be. They worked their way through the moaning, spurting crowd of monsters and beasts to greet their gruesome old friend. When they broke through the surging swell of revelers, Lorraina turned her head away quickly, more out of surprise than prudishness. She was anything but a prude. She just wasn't expecting the sight that greeted her eyes, etching itself deeply into her reeling brain. On a stone bench with scaly serpents for armrests, the chortling Mr. Hyde sat, gleefully yanking the hair on the bobbing head at his lap. One of Dracula's "party toys," a beautiful maid in her early twenties with dark, curling hair and a very shapely - and naked - body, was on her knees, slurping away at Hyde's hardened member. Behind her, previously unseen due to his diminutive stature, their incredible shrinking buddy was standing between the young lady's legs and had his entire right arm, all the way to the shoulder, in her quivering pussy. Naked, the small fellow was covered in the woman's juices clear down to his own pulsating crank. Only when he took his face out from between the maid's sweating cheeks could his ear to ear grin be seen. The entire scene made both lycanthrope and his ex-party toy mate very hot. But the odd thing about the erotic scenario before them was the voraciousness with which the maid sucked Hyde's cock. Her eyes were glazed, though opened as far as they could possibly open, with the most widely dilated pupils either Larry or Lorraina had ever seen. Her mouth attacked that throbbing target with a sense of total urgency. Lips and tongue serviced that bobbing meat as if she needed to suck it even more than she needed to breathe. If she were any more enthusiastic, she'd have bitten the thing off...along with the hairy testicles she slobbered on in her attempts to lick and suck them. Surely, Larry thought, her lips must be giving Mr.Hyde's shaft substantial friction burns! "Ahhhh," Hyde chuckled, his face flushed with impending orgasm, "I see you've noticed how much my pretty maid loves my tasty morsel. She IS hungry, isn't she?" His laugh was boisterous, hearty, though it crackled with his growing need for climax. "Yes, she certainly IS ... attentive," Larry replied, amazed. Lorraina, no longer stunned, stared in curious awe. "I suppose our friend's arm up inside her all the way to her tonsils might have something to do with that." A chuckle could be heard from between the girl's cheeks, and shrinking man's non-thrusting arm raised high in an enthusiastic "thumbs up." "Yes, I'm sure he's helping some, of course," Hyde grinned, "but mostly it's because of this." He held up something that had been sitting on the floor alongside the bench. Tugging back on the girl's hair, she whimpered as he pulled her mouth from his member....not from pain, but from the loss of her meal. She seemed devastated, eyes locked on Hyde's reddened penis, her mouth still open, tongue ever searching. Hyde beamed with pride at the small atomizer in his hand. Still holding the girl's eager head away from his crotch, he brought the atomizer to within a few inches of his bobbing meat and gave the bulb several quick squeezes. A pale purple mist fogged around his head and shaft, settling wetly onto either side of both. It seemed to glow for a moment, then just melted into the girl's saliva. Hyde let go of the girl's hair, grinning broadly. The maid couldn't get her mouth around his cock fast enough, but when she finally did, her already intense interest became increased easily fourfold. Her eyes seemed as if they'd pop out of her head as she lapped and slurped and drooled. Her hair literally flew about her head in her wild sucking frenzy! Neither Larry nor Lorraina even thought a human head and neck could move so fast. Hyde sat back and grinned stupidly, his glassy eyes rolling up to the stone ceiling. His jaw dropped and drool glistened at the corners of his mouth. Dropping the atomizer back to the floor, he gained just enough control to give a few parting comments to his lupine friend. "She can't get enough of that stuff. One spritz, and she can't keep her mouth off my cock. She's been sucking me for over an hour now. I've already come twice! Damn, this is gonna be the best party EVER!!" With that, Hyde's eyes rolled up completely in his head, only the whites showing. He started to twitch. His moans, more like growls, got louder and more guttural. Lorraina and Larry watched with fascination as the maid's cheeks suddenly puffed out, like a gerbil hoarding food. Then her mouth became overfull, and Hyde's milky semen spurted from it, bursting like a geyser from around her still sucking lips in a spray of pressurized droplets. The girl swallowed as fast as she could, but Hyde's copious fluids kept rushing into, then out of, her mouth. Still she couldn't get enough. So, Hyde, ever generous with his semen, happily kept filling her to the brim. With one final look to the maid's bottom, Larry and Lorraina watched still more eruptions, this time the young girl coating the shrinking man head to toe in her own fluids. His own feeble spurts, surely satisfying to HIM, added a comical bent to things. The whole spurting ordeal looked like Hyde was filling the maid with cum, she was in turn filling the shrinking man, and he was trying desperately to discharge the incredible flood of liquids out through his tiny little dong. Comical, perhaps, but all parties involved seemed to be having just a grand old time. As wolf and wife walked away, the shrinking man slumped to the floor, his body drenched in cum, his reddened face covered in sweat from the woman's...gluteal valley. The insatiable maid even seemed exhausted, but twenty seconds after they'd begun to melt into the rest of the partying crowd, Larry and Lorraina heard two distinctly recognizable sounds - several quick spritzes from Hyde's atomizer, and the huffing, panting, snorting slurps of the addicted maid. "That Hyde's a real hoot," Larry laughed, reaching down to grab Lorraina's bottom, "He's always coming up with something new. I can't wait to see what OTHER goodies he might have brought with him." Lorraina smiled up at her personal wolfman. "You wouldn't need to spritz anything on your body to make me suck you like that," she said, winking. "I can suck you so hard that that maid would look like she was half asleep by comparison." Another wink. That comment had Larry groping her ass like he'd never felt a finer ass in his life...which was quite probably true anyway. Just then a low flying harpy nicked Lorraina's shoulder with it's flapping wing. As it flew by, the contact with Lorraina knocked it out of it's smooth flight path just enough to dislodge one of the two gremlins that had become orally attached to its teats. Though the other still hung on, the harpy turned its head and gave Lorraina a nasty look, having lost one of her tit-sucking hitchhikers. She was not a happy harpy. "Wow," Lorraina said, "I'd almost forgotten how wild these Halloween orgies of Dracula's can get." "Yeah," Larry replied, "you have to really watch where you're going around here." Pulling her close to him, he grinned, "Maybe we should go off and be alone somewhere...like last year?" His eyes began to change, becoming lupine...a sure sign of his arousal. "Jesus, Larry, we just fucked three times before we got here. I want to have more sex, too, but last year we missed the whole party. Let's just look around a little bit before we go private, shall we?" She tickled him under his chin and gave him a peck on the tip of his nose. Larry growled his displeasure, but ultimately gave in. After all, his little run in with Hyde was certainly interesting, and they DID have all night. When that same low flying harpy whizzed by again just to their right, Larry and Lorraina noticed with a smile that she'd regained her second nipple-hanging gremlin. Her happy grin was unmistakable. A lolling tongue always gives pleasure away. She was flying about dizzily again, caroming off walls and knocking over braziers. Neither she, nor her suckling titty-guests, noticed any of those incidental contacts. They were fused, glazed and deliriously oblivious, something that's quite common at Dracula's orgies. That was when Larry saw two more of his old friends, Frankenstein and his "bad hair day" bride. When he pointed them out to Lorraina, however, they both realized that neither Franky nor his wife noticed them in the slightest. They were too busy in a strongly embraced sixty-nine, heads bobbing with happy conviction. "Jeez....more blowjobs. Doesn't anyone fuck around here anymore?" Larry smirked, but Lorraina seemed intrigued, watching the two sewn-together lovers with their heads firmly entrenched between each others legs. They were squirming and moaning, oblivious to anything going on around them. "Mmmm.....you know, wolf-boy, you don't eat me nearly enough. Maybe you should watch all the hungry mouths around here and get some pointers." She grinned up at Larry, again tickling him under the chin. "After all," she concluded, "a good tongue gets me so, sooooo hot." She walked away from him, wiggling her bottom enticingly, and meandered over to the Frankenstein couple writhing on the floor. She sat on the floor beside the orally obsessed pair, watching them with rising passion. She seated herself at an angle so that she could watch Franky devour his wife. After all, she'd already seen a hummer being given tonight, now she wanted to see a man give some mouth action. And that's exactly what she saw. Larry decided to sit at the other end of the licking duo, preferring to see yet another blow job. As they watched, Larry and his lady winked at each other, then hunkered down for some good old voyeuristic fun. Lying on her back, Franky's big-haired bride had her legs spread wide, her thighs raised up with her calves interlocked behind Franky's back. Her square-headed hubby had his face buried deep in her gray streaked bush. His tongue belied his usual bulky, slow-moving pace. It was anything but lumbering. It flicked and slashed like a striking cobra, prying repeatedly into his bride's soft, wet folds and plundered deeply into her opening. In his maddened frenzy to lick her to orgasm, that energized tongue licked everything it could. Panting like a green-hued animal, he licked every inch of her dripping pussy and then some. Holding her upraised thighs tightly under his massive upper arms, he had exposed her entire crotch and rump to his oral ministrations. He licked pussy and ass alike. He stuck his tongue in here, then in there. He lapped moist pink petals of pussy flesh, then ran his tongue up and down her butt crack. It was all good to him. And Bride seemed to enjoy it equally as much. It was hard to tell if the flinching of her thighs was from sexual excitement, or from the tiny sparks leaping from Franky's energized neck bolts. At the other end, Larry was watching yet another cock being expertly devoured. The sight of Franky's large, dangling scrotum was a bit rough for his sensibilities, but the masterful way that the Bride licked and sucked those dangling jewels was of utmost interest to him. It held his rapt attention. And the delightful sight of Franky's huge rod (the good doctor had certainly done him proud) slipping in and out of her hungry mouth was most arousing. Larry found himself glancing over at Lorraina repeatedly, hoping she'd see his interest and accommodate him as soon as possible. To his dismay, his woman was much too interested in the action between Bride's legs to catch his hopeful looks. Larry certainly had to admire Frankie's style, though. Hovering his well-endowed scrotal area over his bride's face, he had some admirable hip action going. He was slamming his veined muscle into Bride's mouth with such energy that she could scarcely keep up with his movements. Her eyes seemed to adore that bloated sack that constantly slapped her face, and her mouth hungered for it almost as much as the throbbing shaft that drilled down her throat. Occasionally, she indulged her hunger for ball-suckling. She'd gather her strength and push upward on Franky's hips with all her might, capturing his free swinging testicles in her mouth, savoring them, lapping them like one might lick spaghetti sauce off a meatball, then suck it before devouring it. She only left out the devouring part. She enjoyed those balls too much these days to lose them. But always, Franky would hoist himself up, taking his jewels from her grasp, and reinsert his burning penis deep down her throat. Once safely back in her mouth, he'd again begin his rhythmic hip movements, humping her mouth as he slipped his tongue deep inside whichever part of her nether region was handy at the time. Suddenly, Larry and Lorraina had their peeping ways interrupted. They were forced to move back, away form Franky and his sucking Bride, for the slurping duo began to quiver and writhe, like some great, undulating slug. Moans - loud and vulgar - emanated from both of them, along with gasps and cries of passion. While the cream filling Bride's mouth didn't burst from around her lips as they had from Hyde's joint-sucking maid, she did have to gulp quickly to avoid drowning in them. And the sloshing sounds of Franky's cock slamming home in her filling mouth were astonishingly clear. Likewise, the bubbling sound as Franky licked his bride's erupting opening was crystalline in its sharpness. As they rocked and slithered about the floor in their passion, they left a two-pronged trail of sexual fluids that foamed and streaked stickily on the cold stone floor, looking like the twin trails of two gigantic snails. When they'd finished their orgasmic display, having squirmed along the floor a good dozen feet from their original position, they slumped motionless, Franky's face glued to Bride's dribbling gash, and his own weakly drooling penis still occupying her mouth. Larry and Lorraina began the applause, followed immediately by the other partiers, who'd paused in their own carnal pursuits to see what two creatures sewn together from odds and ends of body parts and organs could accomplish in the sexual arena. "Bravo! Bravo, my friends! That vas vonderful! Easily as entertaining as mummy's flatulent hummer last year! My compliments on an orgasm vell earned! A toast to our stitched together friends on a sixty-nine vell done!!! Everyvone...a toast to lust and sex...and to the sexy, lusty Frankensteins!" Dracula raised his glass of rich, thick blood in honor of his exhausted friends. Franky, his face still planted between Bride's legs, raised his hand weakly in recognition of the honor. His bride, now trying to remove Franky's shrinking - though still formidable - member from her mouth, likewise weakly raised a hand, then let it drop with a thud on his rock hard ass cheek. Thank the dark powers that be that dead people don't need to breathe, because they were both too exhausted to move, and would surely have suffocated with their faces so firmly attached to each other's drenched "happy places." Larry was now hornier than ever. "Lorraina," he sighed in her ear after pouncing on her on the floor, "let's do it. Right here. Oh, hon, I'll fuck you sooooo good. I'm so hot for you, you little vixen. C'mon, let's give these monsters a REAL show!" Coyly, Lorraina again tickled her wolf under his chin. "Now, Wolfie honey, not just yet. I want to watch some more. It'll get me soooooo hot. So hot, that when I'm finally ready to hump again, it'll be the hottest sex you've EVER had. It'll give you a stroke, it'll be so good. Just be patient, my hairy honey." Larry nearly howled at the moon. His cock strained against his pants. He wanted Lorraina so badly. Her scent filled his flared nostrils. He could taste her on his tongue. He could feel her soft, pink pussy lips surrounding and squeezing his pounding erection, sucking it dry. He wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her for the fourth time that night. It would make what happened in Dracula's coach seem like two teenagers getting only as far as first base. So wrapped up in his carnal musings was he, that Larry lost track of the succulent Lorraina. She'd entered into the throng of sucking, groping, copulating bodies...and disappeared, swallowed up by the heaving mass. Again he growled his frustration...and began searching for her. Bumped backward by two cautiously, gingerly humping zombies, Larry tripped over something. Arms flailing, he sprawled onto his back with a spine shattering thud. Gasping for air, his eyes searched skyward as he slowly caught his breath. Thus sprawled, his brain registered something different this year. Something was amiss...odd. Then it hit him. The daisy-chaining vampires he'd heard so much about the last several years. Usually they hovered just below the ornate, domed ceiling, entwined in a circle of lust, spurting and creaming until the floor-bound partiers had to gather up umbrellas for their own protection. But they were gone! However, the ceiling now vacated, other flighted party animals eagerly took the vampires' places. Ghosts, wispy specters of every shape and form, fornicated eerily above the throng. Apparently, although humans can't touch ghosts, they can touch each other. Moaning white figures floated about the ceiling, coupling as energetically as their more solid counterparts below. Larry, still on his back, watched in amusement. Specters would soar briskly about until they saw a likely candidate for their carnal desires, and then swoop upon them - either from the front or rear, neither seeming to be a unanimous preference - and attach their various ghostly organs to their receptive target. It was an orgy of the ephemeral...a dance of spirits. And when the see through guests achieved orgasm, spurts of denser fluid were visible surging from one to the other. One tiny drawback, however...depending on your point of view. It seems ghost cum, though able to be contained in their gossamer genitals, is too dense to be contained by any other parts of them. Hence, once spook spunk rushes from its holding tank, it will sail right through the recipient like water through air. The end result....same as last year. Sexual fluids, though admittedly much thinner and slower to drop to the ground, again rained down on the frolicking guests. This time, however, it was more like a fine mist, with the occasional thicker droplet or two. As Larry lay there, bemused, he watched the "ghost cum mist" float slowly downward. It was only when he felt its cool, slightly greasy touch on his face that he got mildly disgusted. In a flurry of motion, wiping his face and mouth with his hands, spitting at the thought of spook juice on his lips, he quickly rose to his feet, sputtering and cursing at himself for laying there so long. Clearly, at a party like this, where cum came at you from all angles, a bit more attention needed to be paid all around. "Ahh, I see you've noticed our newest guests, Volfie. Like my vampire comrades, they are a bit...messy, vith their ...fun." Dracula's voice came from behind. Turning, Larry saw his host standing majestically behind him, one bride on each arm. He held them both firmly around the waist, claiming them as his own personal property. "You should warn people about them. Yuck....ghost cum. It's disgusting," Larry said with a grimace, wiping a small, oily spot from just above his left eyebrow. "I'm sure they think your cum is rather distasteful as vell, my friend. But, vait, now....vhere is your lovely Lorraina? I thought you two vere inseparable?" "We generally are. But she wants to experience your party this year. She thinks we spent too much time alone last year and she missed a lot. So, off she went. And she's frustrating the hell out of me this year, too." "Ahh...a lover's spat....how quaint," Dracula snickered, "But, find your lady and I'm sure she'll be taking care of your needs in no time. She adores you, you know." "It's not a spat...." Larry began, but already Dracula was gliding off to attend to his other guests. With a smile, he noticed that as Dracula and his two brides sailed off, the Vampire Lord lifted the back of each bride's gown and fondled their two soft, lush asses openly. And Larry suddenly ached to be doing the same to Lorraina's fine bottom. He sighed, and tried to ignore the growing ache between his legs. It was then that he noticed what he'd tripped over in the first place, that led to his facial ghost cum bath. The huge, stone foot belonged to the Golem, who's eight foot, concrete body was slowly moving back and forth at the hips. Larry didn't even know the Golem cold MOVE its hips, but there it was, in startling - though somewhat skin crawling - gray and black. And the recipient of those unnerving hip movements? Another of Dracula's "party toys"...this one a large, well built man. With his pants down around his ankles, the burly servant was bent over a serving table. The Golem was doing him right in his posterior quadrant! The man was grimacing in pain, as his stone lover had a cock the size of a drainage pipe! Still, the man was sighing, too, so all was not lost for him. But Larry just had to chuckle. Who would've thought the big, bad, tough Golem was gay! Of course, it could be bi, for all he knew, but it was much more amusing to think of the great crusher of skulls as having a soft spot for male sphincters! As frustrated as he was at not getting his wick dipped in the sizzling Lorraina, Larry was beginning to enjoy this perverted little bash of Dracula's. Amusement abounded around every corner! Still, his hormones were going crazy. With all this sucking and fucking going on all around him, if he didn't get his cock in one of Lorraina's orifices SOON, he'd end up humping whatever creature sauntered up to him and gave him a wink....human...inhuman....or even....MALE! He shuddered at the thought. And he became even more determined to find his lovely lady. Find her he did. She was again rapt with attention, eyes wide and mouth agape (Larry made a mental note of how inviting that open mouth looked). This time, her head cocked to one side, Lorraina watched as the Phantom of the Opera openly "interviewed" this year's ingenue. Strutting about the room, he was vainly showing off his physical strength by carrying his new singing sensation around the floor in his strong arms. However, those arms had help. The singing lass was impaled on his proud, operatic cock. Her legs stuck straight out to the Phantom's sides, calves and thighs rigid and toes curled with her passion, as he danced to whatever mental music played in his maestro's head. Only the lass's singing could be heard, not the silent notes she sung in accompaniment to, as she squirmed on the Phantom's mighty wand. Around and around they danced, she singing, he stopping every few steps to thrust into her tres forte, and moan in accompaniment to her lilting voice. Each time he thrust deeply into her, her vocal cords belted out ever greater decibels of song...until he climaxed into her. As she came in response to the searing flood inside her womb, they both belted out classic operatic history, to the delight of everyone in the room who wasn't equally carnally occupied. "Aren't you horny, YET?" Larry shouted at Lorraina, straining to be heard over the singing, gasping pair. "Horny? I'm going to fuck you til you drop, wolf of mine!" Lorraina grabbed his hand and just about bowled over other guests rushing him toward the entrance. "We're going to find a private room like last year and screw ourselves into a coma. If we're still breathing, later we can come back and watch more of the fun. But right now, you're MNE, wolfboy! HEEL!!" Larry heeled...grinning from ear to ear. On the way through the crowd, he even howled again...this time not from frustration, but from expectation. The room was so crowded that they stumbled and fell over other humping guests, or became aggravatingly ensnared in heaps of discarded clothing. Around them all manner of beasts and creatures were cavorting in hedonistic pleasure. It was Lorraina's turn to flail and fall, as she tripped over one of the legs of the Spider-Woman. Looking up from where she'd sprawled on her stomach, she got her first glimpse of fetishistic sex at one of Dracula's parties. Usually such acts were confined to private rooms, but the Spider-Woman had no such inhibitions. The Spider-Woman's arms were occupied with a glass of champagne each, which she sipped as she put her admirers through their paces. Her six legs were all spread wide, some wearing stockings, some naked. Only one leg still sported a knee high leather boot. At the end of each leg, adorned or not, a male of one species or another was busily worshipping her feet. Five appreciative feet were being lapped and kissed and sucked on. One black boot was being tongued to a sparkling shine. She grinned down at the hard working, head bobbing foot lappers. But it was what was going on BETWEEN those six legs that most garnered her enthusiastic approval. Between her six long legs were five itching pussies....each one hungering for pleasure...and each receiving it in one fashion or another. Three of those five needy slits had sniveling heads buried in them, tongues trying desperately to make them gush. She so loved a submissive slave boy or girl to lap at her fountains. The other two pair of pussy lips were being explored in other ways. One had a zombie's clenched fist deep inside it as he tweaked it's accompanying clit with his brittle fingers...and the other had two tiny puppet people playing with it. One of the tiny folk lay on the Spider-Woman's sparse triangle above the slit, sucking her clit in his tiny mouth, barely able to fit the entire bulb in it. The other tiny person had inserted his entire head inside her and was licking her from the inside. His licking must have been enthusiastic indeed, as the clit-gobbling puppet man outside seemed to be riding a rocky sea, clinging with tiny hands to tufts of pubic hair as that arachnoid mound undulated beneath him. Before the internal puppet male knew it, the Spider-Woman was using her vaginal muscles to suck him entirely inside her. His thrashing and squirming between those sticky walls in his feeble attempt to escape was the most exquisite sensation to her. Consequently, it was the first of her slits to erupt, ejecting the tiny man with enough force to shoot him some twenty feet across the ballroom floor. Her other four slits soon followed suit....five delicious orgasms in rapid succession. As the five consecutive climaxes rocked her quivering body, she spilled her drinks all over the two sweet maids who'd been diligently sucking her four oversized teats. It didn't stop their tongues for even a second. Apparently, it was pretty damn good being a Spider-Woman! One might even call a woman with five pussies a bit greedy! But here, at Dracula's party, there was nothing the least bit unusual - or greedy - about it. Lorraina saw all this from point blank range. Seeing five incredible orgasms right before her eyes made her even hotter than she was before she fell. She got up in a flash, looking at Larry with the most lust he'd seen in her eyes since last year's orgy. She couldn't speak. All she could do was snarl at him. That snarl said, "Let's find someplace NOW...and FUCK OUR BRAINS OUT!!" Larry was okay with that. One last impediment just before they gained their freedom from the ballroom, was the gaggle of succubi who hung around that great door. Like hookers on a street corner, they milled about the doorway, latching onto any creatures that still had a pulse. Capturing a victim, they'd rip open that person or thing's pants..or skirt...and suck out their juices...and their lives. One by one, those who wandered into the clutches of the succubi got the best blowjobs ever....then crumpled to the ground as lifeless zombies...undead husks. But, hey, they were still welcome at the monsters' orgy! That was the beauty of Dracula's Halloween orgies! No matter what happened to you...you came back for more! And you GOT IT! Lorraina and Larry dodged the slavering succubi. They skirted them easily, and bolted through the door. As they turned left, heading toward that now familiar dark corridor, they only vaguely noticed the shambling remains of Dracula's guests - victims of the leering succubi - as they resurrected themselves and stumbled out into the hallway, heading for the main entrance, destination unknown. Wherever they headed, Larry and Lorraina were sure they would get laid...by someONE or someTHING. No worries there. They might not be alive anymore, but they'd still find willing partners at THIS orgy! Free at last, the wolfman and his horny lady hurried down the dark corridor, hearts pounding with excitement and expectation. Finally, Larry thought, I'm gonna get Lorraina's legs spread so wide I'll be able to make a TON of wishes...the grandest of which will be granted when I get my pounding rod inside her hot, creamy crotch so deep she'll gag on it! Coincidentally, Lorraina was thinking the exact same thing. Last year, when Larry and his sexy little concubine - then Dracula's party toy for him - had stolen down this dark, mildew-scented hallway in search of a private playroom, there had been little noise from the party filtering down it's cold, stone length. This year such was not the case. Moans and screams - some of pain, some of pleasure, and some of painful pleasure - echoed and reverberated from stone to stone, the mold and dampness doing little to stifle the sounds. And every sigh and groan fueled the fire in the Talbots' loins. They needed to find a private love nest soon...very soon...or they'd end up as fornicating little beasties right there in that dank corridor. About twenty or thirty paces down the gloomy corridor, Larry and Lorraina came to a startling revelation almost at the exact same instant. Stopping to listen more intently, they realized that the sounds of perverse pleasure they heard echoing all about them, came not from the great ballroom. Rather, the sounds emanated from the many doorways up and down the darkened corridor. Larry's ears perked up, elongating into half human, half wolf sound catchers that twisted and wiggled in their attempt to isolate and interpret each erotic note. Lorraina giggled at his aural display. "Holy shit, Lorraina! You should hear some of these sounds. Whips....chains....and...oooh....sounds like SOMEONE'S being paddled really good! I'm getting horny just listening to this stuff!" Larry could barely contain his perverted interest, his ears moving like greased lightning at each new sound. "Horny? You mean horniER, don't you? I'm getting hornier, too, and I can't hear half of what you're hearing. Which, by the way, is soooooo not fair." She tickled his ears, which set them to whipping about madly, trying to both evade her interrupting fingers and continue eavesdropping on the carnal pleasures unfolding around them. "Stop that, you witch!" Larry laughed, pinching her breasts through her blouse. "I'm trying to hear who's doing what to whom. There's some saucy stuff going on in these rooms. This is nothing like last year!" With a mischievous grin, Lorraina leaned up against her wolf. Whispering into his ear, and then tossing in a quick squeeze of his crotch, she suggested, "Since I can't hear them as well as you, what say we sidle up to the doors one by one and listen in on the fun. What do you say, wolf of mine?" Larry grinned back. "Why, you little minx. What a delightful idea! Think you can hold off raping me while we eavesdrop a bit?" "Oh, I think I can hold off if you can. This sounds too great to pass up. Besides, maybe we'll get a few new ideas to try, hmmmmm?" "Well, I don't think either of us needs any new ideas. We've got plenty. But, this could stoke us into a REAL frenzy, and that would make our sex soooooo hot. Yeah...let's give it a try." "You're on, wolf boy....where first?" "Well, let's just go in straight succession....nearest door first." Giggling like mischievous children, they looked behind them to the lighted main hallway, and then ahead into the distant, torch flickering gloom, to see if anyone was coming and might catch them at their indiscreet - but oh, so fun - endeavors. The first door, like all the others along the great corridor, instantly reminded them of the room they'd played in last year. The door was a massive, wooden monolith....as were all the doors in Dracula's brooding castle. As they crept silently up to that guardian of hedonistic privacy, giggling sounds from within the room it protected became more and more pronounced. With their ears against the thick wood, wolf man and former party slave listened intently. The giggles, frequent and utterly contagious, were definitely all female. While this only slightly intrigued Lorraina, it immediately got Larry's penis's attention...in spades. Then, between giggles, a loud slapping noise was heard by both of them. This sound interested Lorraina more than Larry, and instantly increased the flow of blood and other fluids to the area between her legs. They leered at each other, torn between the desire to rut like animals and yet stay right where they were, listening to the spanking, giggling sounds of whoever was getting it on in the room. Lorraina was the one who noticed the light sneaking out from around the edges of the door, not just from beneath it. A delightful chill danced along her spine. Gasping, she tugged on Larry's shirt sleeve and directed his eyes to the straying beams. His eyes widened. He looked at Lorraina wickedly. She returned the look. "It's not completely closed!" she whispered, fighting back a gleeful chortle. "Holy, holy shit!" Larry returned, "should we...I mean....why don't....let's...." In his excitement, he was beginning to look like an overstimulated puppy. All that was missing was the wagging tail...which Lorraina was sure she'd see soon enough. For now, his denim-stretching erection filled the bill as closely as possible. "Yes!" she offered, "we simply MUST! It's an open invitation. Maybe they WANT someone to look in. We just HAVE to peek! We'd never forgive ourselves if we didn't!" Larry nodded eagerly. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?" "Oh, please," Lorraina said, stifling a giggle with her hand, "allow me." Lorraina grasped the knob firmly, though she didn't have to. The door was already ajar. Stifling yet another the-jig-would-be-up snicker, she ever so slowly pushed the door inward. The old hinges began to creak, only once, and she stopped immediately. When no one rushed to the door to scold them for their obviously indiscreet intentions, she resumed the slow, steady inward push against musty smelling wood. After nearly a full minute of minute of agonizingly slow but steady advancement, the door was opened a good two inches...enough to see into the room clearly but not boldly announce themselves as voyeuristic perverts. Lorraina's beautiful Austrian face squeezed into the slender opening, her crystal blue, twinkling eyes peering into the room. Directly above her dark, wild hair, Larry's face followed suit, his chin just above Lorraina's forehead. Two pairs of eyes opened wide in fascination. Two jaws dropped in awe. In the center of the room, a burgundy hued demoness stood proud and arrogant. She was totally naked, completely hairless. Her skin glistened with sweat. She was reaching behind herself with one hand, holding onto something that seemed to writhe like a snake. Closer inspection of the object proved it to be the demoness's long, squirming tail. She grasped it firmly about midway along it's length, lifting it straight up. Apparently, she was holding that excitedly dancing tail out of the way of the hungrily lapping face beneath it. For, on her knees behind the sweating she-demon was another demoness. Similar in skin color, the second demon woman leaned forward, hands on the standing demoness's haughty cheeks, spreading them. With her lush lips smiling broadly, the kneeling demon had her thick, half foot long tongue stuck out as far as she could push it, firmly planted between the red, sweating cheeks before her. So thick was that tongue, that the eager lapping action of it in that needy crevice was making the standing demoness's cheeks dance and bulge out to the sides from its constant, exaggerated burrowing inside it. The genuflecting demon chick must have been orally endowed, indeed! Never - not even at one of Dracula's astounding orgies - had either Larry or Lorraina seen a tongue so animate a pair of buns! Helpfully holding her tail out of the way of her obviously satisfying ass licking, the standing demon bitch was sighing and moaning, licking her lips as she smiled with perverse pleasure. Between her cheeks, that long, thick tongue probed up and down, in and out....and deep, deep inside her anal cavern. "Holy shit!" Larry exclaimed in only a half whisper, "that chick's tongue is almost as thick as my cock! No wonder the one holding her tail out of the way is smiling so much!" "Yeah," Lorraina observed, "and look what else is going on!" The apparently pleasurable rim job was not all the standing demoness had going her way. In front of her, another demoness, of a more pinkish hue, was hungrily sucking her nipples for her. Her mouth moved with precision and skill...a skill obviously born of repetition. This tit-sucking demoness was not on her knees, but rather bent at the waist, turned slightly to one side, her unusual angle not hindering her breast munching in the slightest. The slapping noise the Talbots had heard earlier also had its origin revealed. The standing demoness (whom the wolf and his wife had come to know as the "boss demon bitch") squirmed as her nipples got soundly sucked and a probing tongue filled her swaying ass. Every time she shuddered with pleasure, her free hand swung something hard, the end result of that lethal arc being a loud "THWACK!" The object being swung was a large, very solid looking paddle. The handle was long enough to reach behind the bending, tit-sucking demoness, and the paddle portion itself had a large enough diameter to cover both her burning cheeks in a single smack. As she was tongued from behind and her nipples were sucked and tweaked, the boss demoness swung the formidable paddle hard, smacking the painfully glowing ass of the nipple-licker. The effect was a chain reaction which renewed itself over and over again. The paddle soundly spanking the ass of the titty sucker made her moan and suck all the harder, which in turn begot further swacks with the fanny-reddening device. It also made the boss demon bitch wiggle her ass and clench her cheeks together, the tongue-squeezing effect arousing the butt-lapper, making her tongue still more energetic. This energized boss bitch still more, leading to a more sound spanking of the tender ass, thereby starting the whole cycle over again. As Larry and Lorraina watched, all three demon women moaned and squirmed, surely getting ever closer to orgasm for each of them. They became a blur of sucking, lapping, ass-paddling lust. All of which aroused Larry and Lorraina more than they would've ever suspected such a scene would. Finally, the boss demon bitch screamed, straining her neck back, bellowing at the stone ceiling. The whites of her eyes began to glow a bright yellow, her pupils a demonic green. With a series of loud gasps and violent body shudders, boss bitch came, her tail twitching like a wounded serpent in her hand. A great flood of off-white cream spurted from her hairless pussy, bathing the naked breasts of the butt-licker, whose prodigious tongue was now held captive between clenching cheeks and squeezing sphincter. All the while she came, she battered the ass of her nipple sucking pet, the slamming paddle striking blow after blow on the now tender bottom. Apparently, being creamed on by her demoness boss was enough to drive tongue girl over the edge. She came with the same cream colored eruption as had anointed her. Likewise, the increase in the frequency of paddling drove nipple girl into an orgasmic frenzy. The same creamy substance gushed from between her legs as well, some of it spurting far enough back to streak and splotch the rapidly arcing, fanny punishing paddle. All seemed to be having an incredibly good time. Steaming cream spurted and gushed everywhere. Still creaming themselves, the two fawning lappers focused on the same thing at the same time. Two sets of worshipful, demonic eyes locked on their boss's twitching, dribbling slit. Like two striking pythons, they both reared back, preparing to lunge forward, glaring at each other angrily. Then, with the speed of those same pythons, they shot forward, tongues outstretched, hungry for their boss's sticky treat. Arriving at Nirvana at the exact same instant, the competitive slave girls hissed and spat at each other, each trying to lick up their Mistress's creamy cum. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Two sets of fiery cheeks forcefully battered by Mistress's paddle in rapid, uncompromising fashion. The two slave girls stopped dead in their tracks, claws extended toward each other, even as their tongues hovered mere inches from their hearts' desire. Back and forth bitch boss swung her arm, beating first one ass, then the other, over and over. Their backsides burning and their tongues so close to their target, the two pets nearly drooled on themselves. "Share!" the paddle-wielding Domme Demoness screeched, "Or NEITHER of you gets to lick me!" For emphasis, she again punished their raw buttocks, grinning lasciviously the entire time, eyes still glowing. Then she resumed her commands. "Assmunch, get that long tongue of yours inside my pussy...NOW!" Assmunch obeyed instantly, neck bent awkwardly back so she could get her head between her lady's legs and slip her tongue deep inside. "Titlik, get your mouth on my clit and suck it hard. Flick your tongue at it, too...fast, if you know what's good for you! Now, Titlik...NOW!" She paddled each ass a half dozen more times to ensure enthusiastic performance by her pets, and it seemed to work just fine. "Now get back to work, you two! And you'd better make me cum A LOT...or else! I want to DROWN you sniveling puppies in my cum before this party's over, you understand? Now get busy and EAT ME, YOU SNIVELING BITCHES!" The words hissed from her mouth as she spat out the command with unquestionable authority. Back and forth swung the paddle, from burning ass to burning ass, as two hard working mouths hurried to please their Mistress. Their satisfaction at serving was evident by their gasps and moans of pleasure...and the milky substances dribbling down their inner thighs as they lapped and bore the constant punishment on their now almost glowing derrieres. Aroused, Larry whispered to Lorraina, "I think it's time we either fuck ourselves into a stupor, or move on to other doorways. I'm ready to hump this door here." "I agree," she whispered back, "I'm horny as hell, too. But, if ALL the rooms are this much fun, I want to see more! If we go screw now, we might never get to see this again later. Could be now or never, hon." "Sadly, I believe you're probably right. We can fuck anytime...and we will," Larry grinned, completely surprised at his choice. Dracula's orgies only come once a year, after all. As they slowly backed away from the door and began to close it, they were both shocked to see the boss demon bitch turn and look their way. With a wide, evil grin she licked her lips...and then WINKED at them! Blowing them both an exaggerated demon kiss, her eyes rolled up in her head, and her eyelids fluttered orgasmically. She then began to cum all over again, knowing she was being watched. She completely drenched the kneeling playthings, squirming all over their tongues and faces. And if she'd whacked her subby demonesses' ultra-rosy tushes any harder, she'd have knocked them right into each other down there between her legs! Apparently, being a demon in Hell isn't quite the terrible thing it's made out to be! Giggling like naughty children again, Larry and Lorraina quickly closed the door....and scurried off down the hallway, giddy with laughter....and excitement. "You ready for what's behind door number two?" Larry asked, snickering. "You bet!" Lorraina replied, "Let's do it! This is incredible fun. I am getting SOOOOO horny!" And off they went, to their next voyeuristic treat, groping and fondling each other for the entire twenty or so feet to the next door. "Door number two, Milady," Larry chuckled as they tiptoed up to the second wooden behemoth. "Shhhh...they'll hear you, Larry," Lorraina scolded in an all too loud whisper. "Shhh, yourself..." Larry began, but then his ears started their twitching and swiveling again. "What is it," Lorraina demanded to know, a look of prurient excitement crossing her pretty face. "Oh, you're not gonna believe THIS!" he said, trying to shove fingers in his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "What? WHAT?!" Lorraina insisted. "Listen," he said. Lorraina shoved her ear up against the door, but could hear little more than grunts and groans and the voices of an obviously amorous couple. "What's so surprising about that? Someone's getting laid. Isn't that what we're all here for?" "You can't tell who that is?" Larry persisted, still on the verge of laughing his lupine ass off. "No, I can't. The other door was open a crack, so I could hear. But this one's closed tight." "So?" Larry smirked, "Open it." "Are you....?" Lorraina started to protest, but then something twinged between her legs. Her experience of watching the lusty lady demons and the various other carnal acts in the ballroom earlier had taught her something about herself. She apparently had voyeuristic tendencies that had come surging to the fore in just a very short time. The thought of peeking in on lovers, straight or kinky, made her wet...turned her "horny switch" on full throttle. Instead of balking at Larry's suggestion as she'd intended to, she ended up reaching for the doorknob...again. With a slow, soundless turn, she rotated the knob nearly one complete rotation before she heard the faint click that indicated the door was no longer latched shut. A shiver skipped along her spine. She looked up to see Larry, obviously suppressing laughter, grinning from one long, pointy ear to the other. With a grin of her own - a grin of expectation and discovery - she pushed the door open as she'd done earlier. She just HAD to learn what Larry already knew. When their two faces were once again one atop the other in the sliver of space between door and frame, Lorraina's eyes bulged and she nearly fell laughing and snorting to the ground. Larry's quick hand around her mouth prevented them both from being discovered. Within the darkened room, bathed in the light of a single flickering candle, two figures were indeed enjoying each others bodies to the fullest. The woman lay on her stomach on a small bed most suited to single occupancy. Her legs were bent up in the air at a seemingly most painful angle. From her bouncing hips they bent BACKWARD, her knobby knees bouncing rhythmically on the shoulders of the blissfully humping man behind her. She seemed not to notice this, nor feel what must surely be excruciating pain. Behind her, the man held her down on the bed with the palm of one hand planted securely on the small of her back. Her hips, rump and crotch hung over the foot of the bed just enough for him to shove himself inside her and pound her continually with his engorged member. When her belly lifted off the bed due to the ferocity of his thrusts, it made her twisted position seem all the more painful. Yet, still she didn't complain. And even though she seemed to creak and squeak with each series of hip thrusts from the horny man, the words she spoke were strictly of pleasure and joy. "Oh!" came the breathless, crackling voice of an elderly woman, "such a....good boy....MY....good boy!" The man replied, equally straining to breathe, "Oh, God, Mother! Oh, God!" "You don't...need those...filthy whores!" The creaking woman yelled, "You've got...your loving...MOTHER!" "Oh, yes....Mother! Those other....women....mean NOTHING! You're the...BEST....Mother!" "Yes...Norman, dear....only a...mother....truly knows....how to please....her son!" "Yes, mother! Yes...only you! God, Mother...oh, God! I'm going to......CUM! Cum, Mother....CUM!" "Oh, Norman....NORMAN....CUM FOR YOUR MOTHER! MAKE MOTHER....CUM...TOO!" "YES, MOTHER...YES!" Larry fell back from the door, sprawling on the cold, damp floor, his body racked with laughter. Lorraina continued to watch awe, mesmerized, shaking her head. Norman Bates was having a grand old time with Mother. His lips formed first his own words, then replied with skilled precision in his mother's dried leather voice. Mother's body bounced and creaked as Norman slammed into her like a bull moose on mating day. Her predominantly fleshless head turned toward the door, Mother's toothy grin almost seemed to convey the sexual joy Norman's twisted brain was imparting to her. One could almost imagine that Norman's intense pounding of her dried, leathery vagina had made her eyes pop out of those hollow sockets....as Norman's ecstatic ones were in danger of doing. Norman came. Screaming "OH, GOD, MOTHER! I'D NEVER EVEN....HURT A FLY! I LOVE YOU... SO....MOTHER!" he pumped harder and harder into her, sweat streaming from him. Any of it that landed on Mother was quickly sucked up by what remained of her dessicated skin. Norman was the deranged son that only a mother could love. And thanks to his warped psyche, she certainly did love him...over and over again, in fact. And presumably, would do so forever...or, at least until Norman was as dead and decayed as she was. Lorraina pulled away from the door, forcing herself to yank her eyes from the twisted tableau. As she closed the door slowly, just seconds before she quietly latched it shut again, she heard Norman speak in Mother's voice again. "Now get down on your knees and lick Mother's pussy good, Norman. C'mon, hop to it! Lick that juicy pussy all up nice for me. Be a good boy for Mother. DOWN, BOY!" "Oh, yes, mother. Oh, I want to make you soooo happy, mother!" His voice trailed off into a series of muffled moans and liquid slurps from that point on. One last peek made Lorraina shudder, but laugh nonetheless. That final vision of Norman's lapping face down between those dried, cowhide thighs was the last straw. Closing the door completely, making sure it was securely shut, Lorraina sank to the floor next to Larry and writhed with accompanying laughter. Together there on the cold stones, they laughed til they cried, convulsing uncontrollably. Scurrying footsteps roused the rolling couple from their raucous fit of laughter. Even in lupine form, Larry never moved so fast. He was up on his feet in a heartbeat, wiping the tears from his eyes and the smile from his face. Lorraina was likewise up in a flash, her face flushed for several reasons - arousal, great mirth, and embarrassment at possibly being discovered for a voyeuristic pervert. Luckily, the corridor was so long that footsteps echoed loudly, and could be heard long before their maker could be seen. The owner of those footfalls didn't come into view until several seconds after they'd gotten themselves up off the floor and even dusted themselves off. It appeared that their peeping secret was safe....for the time being. Down the hallway, from the direction of the main hall, came a mumbling, babbling figure - TWO figures, actually, thought the second figure, very much smaller than the one creating the echoing footsteps, barely made a sound on it's tiny, furry feet. Or, were they paws? As the hunched larger figure approached, it's downward bent head lifted up for just a moment, grinning behind coke bottle glasses that made its eyes seem several inches wide beneath them. Coming close enough now to see it more clearly, the figure turned out to be a mad scientist type..."mad" certainly fitting him most perfectly. He clutched something close to his chest, hidden suspiciously beneath his stained, off-white labcoat. He salivated and licked his lips constantly as he hurried by, babbling rambling thoughts such as "gonna get it inside onea them....heh heh heh..." and "yeah, it's gonna really feel good...gonna love it." Spittle dangled like melted cheese from his chin, which he wiped with his sleeve without disturbing the prize clutched to his chest. He chuckled to himself, as if continuously laughing at jokes he'd told to himself. But he still had the civility to nod graciously as he sped past Larry and Lorraina. Rushing alongside this obviously insane fellow, the smaller entity proved to be some sort of small, bounding animal. It hopped alongside the jacketed madman, gibbering and chittering like a monkey, but looking more like a diminutive, slightly out of proportion human male...except for the glowing yellow eyes, the fishlike lips and the hairiest little ass Larry'd ever seen...outside of his own, of course. And - which Lorraina took special note of - a cock easily four times as long as the biggest tool she'd ever seen on ANY normal sized male. It dragged along on the floor, even when the monkey-man creature was at the apex of its hop. It appeared totally flaccid. Two things struck Lorraina. First, how long must that penis be when erect? And second, it had to hurt to drag it along on the cold, hard stone floor. When she saw the grimace on Larry's face, she knew he must be thinking the same thing. All told, it took the geeky scientist and his hopping companion less than fifteen seconds to zoom past the gawking couple and disappear into the darker end of the corridor. Larry and Lorraina blinked at each other. "Wow," Larry said, "Drac really invited some weirdoes this year." "Hey, who are we to talk, wolf of mine? Here we are spying on demon chicks and poor, psychotic Norman Bates. What makes us any better than that nerdy lab doc?" "Good point," he agreed. "And speaking of which....door number three?" He winked at her and pointed toward the next door, back on the opposite side of the hall. Again snickering like naughty children, they ran up to the closed door to peek in on others' erotic shenanigans. Once again, the sounds of love could be heard. And also once again, Larry could hear what was happening with the door firmly shut...long before Lorraina could hear so much as an orgasmic bellow. His eyes got wide and he grinned from ear to ear. "Well, whattya know," he said, "no wonder we didn't see him in the ballroom. You dirty devil, you. I didn't know you guys were back together." "Who didn't we see?" Lorraina asked, a bit agitated. "Who's a dirty devil? Who's back together? You know, Larry, this is really not fair. Sometimes those damn sharp ears of yours really piss me off!" Larry laughed. "Open the door...you'll see. And say hi to an old friend. You'll recognize him right off." Curling her lips in an exaggerated sneer at her sharp-eared hubby, Lorraina for the third time opened a door, violating the privacy of others involved in the most intimate of occupations. Immediately she recognized, as Larry said she would, one of the occupants of the room. The room was so choked with circulating dust that for a few seconds Lorraina had to quietly close the door and cough several times, blinking her eyes to relubricate them. Then she peeked back in and peered through the clouds. She did indeed recognize the wildly animated male form who humped his honey missionary style. Narrowing her eyes to see better through the billowing dust, she nonetheless could not recognize the female. But, in just a few seconds, the mummy would reveal the name to her, if nothing else. "By the great and powerful Anubis! You are the most heavenly of fucks, my princess!" the mummy screeched loudly to the heavens. "And you, my faithful Kharis...you have the fat, powerful cock of the most sacred elephant! You fuck with the force and fury of a thousand well hung kings!" "Oh, Ananka, my Goddess on Earth....I am about to cum into thy heavenly portal!" "Yes, my large staffed prince....empty thy magic scepter into me!" "May the tana leaves preserve me! I am cumming, my princess!" "Fill me, my loyal prince!" The two semi-bandaged forms became a flurry of writhing limbs and thrusting hips. They had apparently become engaged in their timeless fornication in a hurry, at the spur of the moment perhaps. This was evidenced by the fact that neither had completely removed their musty bandages....hence the cloud of choking, ancient dust. Only Ananka's head, bouncing breasts and scepter-swallowing pussy were devoid of bandages. Likewise Kharis, mummified centuries ago because of his forbidden love for Princess Ananka, had removed his head bandages and those around his plundering spear. As they fornicated with all the energy and desire of hormone-enhanced adolescents, their partially unwrapped bandages flew in the air about them as if blown by some powerful fan or cyclonic force of nature. The more animated their lovemaking became, the more the bandages flapped about, and the more the room became choked in centuries old dust and floating fragments of cloth. But the lovers noticed not. They simply fucked as never before, their time ravaged bodies never once showing any lack of passion or enthusiasm. By the time Lorraina slipped the door silently shut, she was in awe of the mummy. At last year's party, he was the"butt" of many a distasteful joke when he'd become a flatulent windstorm upon receiving an unfortunately reversed blowjob from a comely maid...thanks to untimely - and mischievous - interference from the invisible man. Now, all things considered, he seemed to be a most capable lover, despite his brittle, moldy appearance. His receptive Princess sure seemed to think so, at any rate. She was sighing like a newborn babe and cooing like a dove as Lorraina left them to their privacy. After the door was fully closed and latched, Larry offered, "Good for ol' Mumsy. He's quite a guy. I'm glad to see he won back his lady love. They've been hot for each other for centuries. I never could figure out why they split up." "Well, they seem pretty happy now," Lorraina said, reaching her hand out to take Larry's. "And I think it's time we stopped being voyeurs and got into a little mischief of our own, don't you agree?" She batted her eyes at him and snuggled up to him seductively. She kissed him hard on the mouth and whispered, "I'm ready now. You want me or not? C'mon, big boy, tear off my clothes and show me the wolf in you." Larry's eyes glowed again, and his breathing quickened. She saw his ears twitching ever so slightly, and not from anything he heard beyond one of the huge, splintering doors this time. She was sure that if she reached her hand down into the back of his pants, she'd feel a tail growing and wagging energetically down there. She could already feel the hardness at his crotch as she pressed against him. And it made her feel oh so good. "All right then," Larry replied, "door number four is for US!" A low growl started in his throat, and she knew he was beyond the point of return. If they didn't enter a room NOW, they WOULD fuck right there in the cold, dank corridor! They'd throw caution to the wind and hump each other 'til the sun rose on the cold, Carpathian Mountains! They raced from door to door down the long corridor, hearing various sounds of lovemaking and hedonistic pleasures, but they were no longer in the mood to listen or watch. They continued scurrying from door to door, until they found an unoccupied room...and they hurried inside for privacy. At least, that was their intention. Lorraina didn't have the door fully open yet, the flickering torches of the damp corridor barely creating a small, dancing pie slice of light a few feet into the gloom of the room, when she felt Larry clawing at her clothes. Full moon or no, he was already undergoing the change. Thanks to one of Hyde's potions, Larry could now change at will. But in this case, will had nothing to do with it. The change often overcame him when he was extremely horny...which made for some very sticky situations if he and Lorraina got frisky in public. They had to be very careful of that, as one might imagine. Before the door was fully open, Lorraina's peasant blouse and heavy skirt were in shreds and tatters. Her bra had been sliced neatly through in the front and it sprang away from her no longer incarcerated breasts like a leaping frog, hopping with glee into the middle of the corridor. Neither Larry nor Lorraina gave the escaped bra a second thought. Someone would undoubtedly find it lying there on the cold stone and smile at how it might've gotten there. Just another pleasant memory of Dracula's latest Halloween orgy. As the cumbersome door swung fully open and crashed into the inside wall of their new love nest, Larry was snarling and tearing at Lorraina's panties. By the time his hairy paws were through with them, there wasn't enough left of them to stuff into a thimble. They'd been ripped to atoms. Other than a few meager threads, all that remained of the dainty white panties was a cloudy haze of silk that slowly settled to the ground...indistinguishable from the castle's centuries of dust, other than the fact that it was slightly lighter in hue. When Larry's claws slashed into high gear, they could be quite thorough. What had happened to Lorraina's sandals was anyone's guess. Lorraina was completely nude before Larry had carried her, her back against his hairy chest, a half dozen feet into the dark room. She squirmed in his arms...squirms of excitement and glee. She giggled as she realized her totally naked, vulnerable position. And she got wet...very wet - a warm, steamy beginning in the wispy hairs adorning her pouting, panting portal. Larry's keen lupine nostrils smelled her arousal. Holding her wriggling body tightly in his strong, hairy arms, he hoisted her up by her hips until her firm, round ass was just above his navel. He then reached down with one paw and clawed at his pants, ripping out the clasp and zipper with one quick slash, careful - even in his heated state - not to damage any precious anatomical parts. In a blur of motion, the arm that had still been around her hips threw her three feet into the air, at which time that now free hand zeroed in on a bouncing breast just as the sailing woman began her descent. His other arm quickly curled under one of her thighs, preparing to catch it. Paws thus poised to snatch his lady from the air, Larry stopped Lorraina's earthward plummet in a threefold manner. His strong paws caught her by one thigh and by her bouncing bosom, but allowed her to continue her speedy descent until she was firmly impaled on his pounding erection. She let out a wail of both shock and pleasure as her wet opening was instantaneously filled to its limit with that quickly invading, swollen surprise. Her wail instantly became a howl of lust as Larry began bouncing her up and down on his thick, wolfy hardon, thrusting his hips maniacally as he continued to walk into the dimly lit room. It took him several minutes to reach the center of the room, at which point the meager light from the torches outside began to disappear. It didn't matter to Larry, who's animal senses were sharp and keen. He could see everything in the room in spite of the darkness. Lorraina likewise didn't care, but for other reasons. Her mind's eye was seeing all the bright, colorful lights it needed to see, for her eyes had rolled up into her head and were watching the orchestra of erotic flashes exploding in her brain. Larry didn't want to stop his energetic humping for even a second, so he merely stopped in the center of the room and held Lorraina securely by her rib cage and one thigh, rutting her as he stood there in the shadows. She bounced in his strong arms, gasping and sighing, as he took her from behind and mauled her breasts with determined yet careful fingers. Together they howled at the moon. Thirty minutes...forty...forty-five...they fucked there in the center of the room. Lorraina had already come several times, but Larry refused to stop thrusting into her. He'd had several orgasms himself, but it just felt so damn good! It was almost an hour since he'd thrown her up in the air and caught her on his engorged cock, when Larry finally began to tire. Lorraina had long since turned to jelly, flopping in his arms as he continued to pummel her ravaged sex. Nonetheless, she smiled as she flopped like a rag doll in his firm grip. Her tongue hung limply out of her grinning mouth, bouncing in unison with her jiggling breasts and flopping arms and legs. It felt to her as if she were riding a jackhammer...a pounding jackhammer that jarred her spine continually as it bored incessantly into her liquefied core. When Larry's libido went into hyperdrive, all she could do was ride it out. But even when she was all "orgasmed out", drained of fluids, it felt good. Finally, Larry released her, letting her slide slowly down the front of his body until her feet touched the floor. She wavered there on wobbly legs as he slowly inched his way out of her. She gasped with a combination of relief and disappointment as he slipped free of her quivering flower. Larry began kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly, belying his somewhat bestial appearance and his previously animalistic plundering of her. The two of them were just about to collapse to the floor when suddenly the room was flooded with sound, sound which originated in the hallway beyond the still opened door. Turning slowly and sheepishly toward the entranceway, Larry and Lorraina saw a host of grinning, chortling, whistling faces. A dozen pair of applauding hands, and other odd appendages, were showing their approval of the sexy show they'd just been treated to. Norman Bates was there, his mad eyes leering at Lorraina and Larry, his insane hands clapping Mother's hands for her as he held her up from behind, his hips rocking gently as he invaded her leathery bottom. Impaled on her still living son's throbbing penis, Mother's legs flopped similarly to the way Lorraina's had when Larry was soundly banging her. But with Norman and Mother it just looked...humorous. As he applauded the Talbots' incredible show of stamina, Norman cheered in first his own voice, then Mother's, though Mother didn't TOTALLY approve. Kharis and Ananka were there, arms around each other's waist, hugging sweetly. Cheek to cheek, they cheered the Talbots' marathon sexual display. As they stroked each other lightly, bits of centuries old bandaging crumbled to dust or fluttered lightly to the floor. Turned on by what they'd seen, they didn't stick around long, as they were eager to continue their own erotic endeavors. Also in the crowd of onlookers was the group of sexy demon chicks. The boss demoness sat atop one of her pleasure-givers, who, on all fours for her demoness's comfort, and with two firm thighs straddling her neck, was trying desperately to crane her head around enough to lick a bossy but succulent thigh. The other demon plaything fondled her Mistress's breasts, lapping the nearest nipple as she still eagerly watched the final throes of the Talbots' desire. As before, the paddle was moving from ass to ass, making already rosy flesh all the more fiery in hue. Aside from these familiar faces, several other onlookers hooted their approval. Most of these Larry and Lorraina had never seen before. Apparently, in their haste to entwine in lustful bliss, they'd neglected to close the door, and for almost an hour their heated coupling had been watched and enjoyed by others....even as they'd had their turn at voyeurism earlier. Dracula's Halloween orgy was no different from life in general, to wit...turnabout was fair play. The voyeurs had been watched. But, at least their horny display had been a hit. Lorraina giggled sheepishly as Larry strode over to the door. Grinning, he bowed dramatically to his applauding public, and slowly closed the door. The cheering slowly subsided, and the diverse crowd of demons, maniacs, monsters and other assorted denizens of darkness, ambled off in pursuit of their own legend-making fornication. Able to see in the darkness, Larry lit a wall torch and a candelabra on the bedside table. The room came alive with flickering, dancing shadows. "Ahhh," Lorraina smiled, "so THERE'S the bed. We never made it that far, did we, oh horny one?" "Heh....well...sorry 'bout that, babe," he replied, "But, hey, I don't recall YOU complaining." She walked up to him and put her arms up around his neck, kissing him gently and slowly on the lips. "I NEVER complain when my studly wolfman fucks me like that." "Then how about you let me fuck you again, but this time slow and sensual?" His eyes began to smolder again. "How about I kiss you all over....real slow like...take my time...then ride you until dawn. How would that be, my sexy ex-playtoy?" "Well, now, if you throw in a good licking between my legs like we've seen others doing tonight, I'm all for it." She tickled his ears and sucked his lower lip, her eyes twinkling at his. "Well, if I lick you, fair's fair. Do I get a good hummer out of this?" His grin was so wide that the corner of his mouth nearly reached Lorraina's fingers as they continued to tickle his elongating ears. "Wolf of mine," Lorraina purred, "not only will I suck you til your eyes pop out, but I will make the maid that was blowing Mr. Hyde look like a schoolgirl with a lollipop." Larry's ears started twitching. His wagging tail ripped through his pants. He started panting like a dog in heat. That low, guttural growl began somewhere in the depths of his throat. And like a puppy whose belly was being rubbed, his left hind paw tapped the floor excitedly. Lorraina, looking him lasciviously in the eye ordered, "Now get those pants completely off before I rip them off you. I'm gonna bite that firm ass of yours before I gobble up your hairy cock. Heel, boy...heel!" "Oh, really?" Larry grinned, "If you want them off so bad, why don't you just go ahead and tear them off? C'mon, I dare ya." Before Larry knew what hit him, Lorraina grabbed him around his waist, then quickly lowered her hands to capture his ass. She thrust herself against him with her full weight, knocking him off balance. He tumbled backward onto the large, inviting bed. He slammed into the soft mattress with a loud "whooooof!" exploding from his lungs and lips. By the time his lungs could suck in more air to replace that which had been forced from them, Lorraina was indeed ripping his pants off him. With every bit as much animalistic lust as he'd shown earlier removing her clothing, Lorraina tore at Larry's pants. Since they'd already been torn in front by his claws and in the rear by his bursting free tail, all Lorraina had to do was tear them outward from the center and they came apart in two halves, which she easily slid down his legs. After making quick work of his shoes and socks, she leapt up onto him, sitting on his now naked thighs as he lay on his back. She yanked at his shirt, tearing it to shreds. A final yank on his sliced briefs and the job was done. Panting, she leered down at him as she sat on his stomach. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Hmmm....just who's the animal around here, anyway?" he laughed. "We both are," she replied. "That's why we're so good together. We're just a couple of horny animals." "Yes," he agreed, contemplating the beauty of the truth of her response, "that we are." Grabbing her suddenly, Larry threw her onto the bed and pounced on top of her. She squealed with delight. "Rip MY clothes off, will ya?" he said, tickling her. "You'll pay for that. I'm going to kiss and lick and suck every inch of you. And then, yes, my pretty young thing....I'm going to EAT YOU UP!" "Oh my!" Lorraina cried dramatically, "The big bad wolf is going to eat me! What SHALL I do?" She giggled uncontrollably. "What SHALL you do?" Larry mimicked wickedly. "Why, lie back and enjoy it!" A long, hot tongue slid slowly from an eager mouth. It began at Lorraina's neck and shoulders and moved slowly downward. She shuddered. She felt every lick as if it was magnified by her brain. She tingled everywhere that tongue stroked her. But when it finally got to the tuft between her legs, her eyes once again took a stroll up into her skull. But even with her brain melting, she had enough presence of mind to keep up her end of the bargain. With her mouth wide open, she pulled on Larry's thighs until his erect muscle dangled over her face. Hungrily, she shoved it between her lips and sucked. Reaching around to grab his ass cheeks with greedy fingers, she pulled him to her. She took that throbbing cock all the way into her mouth....just as she felt Larry's six inch long tongue slip inside her. She shuddered from her head to her knees. And she could feel Larry's backside shuddering too. But then both their minds went blank as they quivered against each other, mouths eagerly giving pleasure. As the lust-crazed Talbots engaged in sex act after sex act, so, too, did all of Dracula's other guests...and the mighty Vampire Lord himself. Dracula was never one to refrain from pleasures of the body just to watch others satisfy themselves. Host or not, he lived to sate all his needs, whether it be his ravenous urge to suck the life blood from some sweet young flower, or to pluck that flower in a much more intimate fashion. And so once again the Master of all he surveyed imposed his perverse desires on his equally perverse brides. In the center of the ballroom, the horny count lined his obsequious, fawning wives on all fours before him. Stepping on the backs of their necks with a heavy boot, he one by one forced their heads down to the stone floor. They snarled and hissed their displeasure, but would never even consider disobeying their lord and master. To do so would be to tempt a most unpleasant fate. Having the vampiric trio there on the floor, their faces against earth and rock and their bottoms high in the air, pleased Dracula no end. He walked from one to the next, throwing their flowing wedding gowns up over their heads, baring their pale-skinned asses and slits to his appreciative throng of guests. A cheer went up from the onlookers, as potent as the snarls and spitting of the humiliated brides. Dracula openly fondled those bared arses and genitals for the pleasure of his chortling guests...and his own, of course. Throwing off his cape dramatically, immediately snapping his fingers for a servant girl to gather it up off the floor, he then unzipped his tight, midnight black pants and withdrew his formidable tool. As always, the crowd sighed and gasped in awe of its magnificence. Thicker around than the business end of a billy club and at least a good fourteen inches long, it never failed to impress the ladies, nor make the men envious. One after the other, Dracula fucked his humbled brides for all to see. Renowned for his sexual prowess and unmatchable stamina, the vampire lord soundly banged all three women - both vaginally and anally - amidst the cheers and hoots of his frothing guests. When he was done, he stood behind them, grinning wickedly. He then invited his drooling guests to take them, any way they so chose. Normally, Dracula would never share his personal property this way, and would gladly kill or maim anyone who tried to so much as fondle one of them. But, once a year, at his fabled Halloween orgy, he'd happily share them with any who might get pleasure from them. Perhaps this was why the brides themselves have never truly been fond of this hallowed night. Zombies, fiends, other vampires and all manner of creatures and monsters had their way with the three angry brides. Their gowns were ripped from them and every one of their orifices were filled with cocks, tongues, nipples, fingers, tentacles, pseudopods, toes and whatnot. Several of the succubi were even given strapons and allowed to hump the brides to their hearts' content, to the amusement of the salivating throng. Only when the three exhausted vampiresses slumped exhausted to the floor did Dracula show them a crumb of mercy. He allowed them to lie on their backs while the orifice filling continued. The final indignity for his seething wives was that as they lay there barely able to move, anyone who wanted to ejaculate upon them was allowed to do so...and there were many volunteers. Female guests straddled their heads and played with themselves, their gushing fluids anointing the bared - but currently judiciously impotent - fangs of the pale fleshed women. Male guests simply stroked themselves over their prostrate bodies and added their juices to those of dozens of others. Dracula himself even joined in the fun, happily spurting his copious seminal streams all over the hissing trio. By the time it was all done, the three writhing vamps were coated in gallons of liquids of various consistencies...the mingled cum of monsters. When it was all done, Dracula zipped himself up and stood straddling the middle bride, raising his arms in sexual triumph, his back arched so his evil cackle could be directed to the Romanian sky above. His laugh was raucous and totally perverse. He reveled in the carnality of this sort of delightfully twisted display. When his laughter subsided, he lifted his concubines from the floor one by one, kissed each once on any spot that was relatively slime-free, and spanked them all on both cheeks briefly. "You have served your Master vell, my brides. Go clean yourselves up and re-attire yourselves, then return to your places by my throne. You vill be revarded later. I vill give you some strong, young humans to dine upon...before I have need of your bodies for my own pleasures again much later." To the throng, he added, "Please, some applause for my very cooperative brides. They give their all for me...and for you, my happy guests." The naked, dripping brides hurried off, eyes blazing crimson and sharp fanged mouths twisted in anger. Yet, for all their humiliation, they were excited. They'd each even come several times during the entire ordeal. Besides which, they had pleased their Master...and that was more important than ANYTHING. All three of them were eager for their tasty rewards....and the touch of Dracula again as the night progressed. It was, after all, what they lived for...his touch, his monstrous cock, his eternal abuse. Each shuddered with a deep, yearning desire for him. As his brides smoldered off to bathe their humiliated bodies, dragging their moldy gowns behind them, Dracula couldn't resist one final display of his power. He called over two young servant girls - barely into their twenties - to stand before him. They cowered before him, eyes lowered, fear emanating from them like an oily vapor. Dracula bade them raise their heads and look him in the eye. They did so, shivering. "Goooood," he smiled, "now bend over, both of you, and kiss my royal cock." He unzipped his pants again and withdrew his member, holding it toward them for their adoration. They once again obeyed, this time more eagerly. In the Dracula household, it was an honor to be allowed to kiss ANY part of their Lord. Each in turn, they bent and reverently kissed his still partially swollen penis. As each kissed it, he rubbed the still wet slit across their lips, leaving a glistening residue on them. The servant girls swooned at such an honor being bestowed upon them. Dracula smiled broadly. "Now," he continued, placing his penis back in his pants - eliciting a look of sadness from the girls' faces, "you deserve a reward. Bend over, both of you. Lift up your skirts and pull your panties down. Show my guests your delicious young buttocks and your soft, vet pussies." Shuddering, not entirely with shame, they obeyed. Bent over and breathing heavily, they lowered their panties for the admiring crowd. After they lowered them, the women remained bent over, boldly displaying their asses and pussies for all to see. The crowd hooted their approval, several creatures of both sexes coming up for a closer look. A few even sniffed the brazenly displayed areas, bringing rosy blushes to the faces of the young maids. "Now," Dracula said to the mass of oglers, "observe my power over all vomen. My loyal servants here have earned a reward for their obedience and their gracious display of their charms for us all to enjoy." He bent down to the girl on his left, whispering in her ear. "Cum," he commanded in a quiet, but firm, voice. The girl shuddered and her eyes glazed over. From her already glistening slit there came a gush of fluids that dripped to the floor and dribbled down her inner thighs. Gasping, the young woman found her legs becoming wobbly, and she sunk to the floor and sat in her own widening puddle. She then passed out and flopped onto her side, a huge smile having crept unashamedly across her lovely face. The second servant girl saw this and gasped, envious of the reward her peer received. But she needn't have been envious. Dracula likewise rewarded her. The girl began shuddering as soon as Dracula bent to whisper in her ear. But before he whispered, he licked her neck, making her think she was going to be bitten. Dracula laughed when she stiffened in preparation. "I'm not going to bite you, girl," he whispered. "But I vant you to cum for me as vell. Imagine my royal cock deep inside you, filling you with my supremely perfect seed." The girl closed her eyes, imagining such an incredible honor. Her legs began to buckle, but Dracula held her firmly in place with his mighty hands. Knowing the girl wouldn't last long at this rate, he commanded her, "Come, my child. Come hard and long, then squirm on the floor in ecstasy for my guests to enjoy." Instantly, the young maid gushed from between her legs. Unlike her peer, she didn't just flow and dribble, but spurt in volley after volley from her slit. She sunk to her knees before her Lord, and then fell backwards, writhing in ecstasy, touching herself and spraying her juices forth as far as her own ankles. Applause rocked the ballroom. "And now, my loyal guests," Dracula beamed, "you may take them as you see fit. Have your vay vith these two young servant girls as you did my brides. They are vet and ready for your many pleasures!" Instantly, the two drenched women were set upon by human and beast, all intent on plundering their young bodies. Every one of their orifices was poked, prodded, explored and filled, even the first maid...who remained unconscious throughout the better part of the ordeal. Dracula swaggered back to his throne to watch. Back in the small private room down the dank corridor off the main hall, Larry and Lorraina were just finishing their fourth copulatory act since finally closing the door. Lorraina lay partially on the floor, her back against the side of the bed and only her shoulders, neck and head touching the floor, supporting her weight as her legs rose upward into the air. Larry stood in front of her, holding her firmly by her thighs, which were loosely wrapped around his hips. Pulling upward on her thighs while thrusting forcefully downward with his muscular thighs and hips, he slammed his enormous cock deeply into her over and over again. With each downward thrust, Lorraina's sweating bottom rocked the bed, sending it bouncing inch by inch backward. Only when it reached the room's far wall did it stop, and Larry could stop inching forward and concentrate on the intense fucking at hand. Lorraina's calves dangled freely, her feet up near the bottoms of his shoulder blades, and her heels kicked Larry in the back with every muscle-slamming thrust. Both were howling and panting, like the rutting animals they had become. Though Lorraina was jacked up to the max, there was little she could do except ride along with Larry's continuously ramming piston. But she needed to do SOMETHING...lick something...suck something...anything! So, as her wolfish hubby fucked her senseless, she craned her head from side to side and licked, sucked and BIT his ankles, snarling and howling every second. When Larry came, it felt to Lorraina like someone had pushed a garden hose into her and then turned on the pressure full force. With her teeth gnawing deeply on his ankle, Lorraina's own orgasm shot up and out of her, spitting around Larry's still thrusting rod. Their mixed howls could be heard throughout the castle, reverberating from wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling. After his strength-robbing explosion, Larry collapsed onto his back in front of Lorraina. She then teetered for a second or two, swaying precariously above her wasted lover, and ultimately crashed forward like a toppling tree on top of him, her ankles clipping his pointy ears and her exhausted weight forcing a loud rush of air from his lungs. It took the young lovers several minutes to recover. Their ears were ringing and they could barely breathe. They tried to talk, but couldn't. They were hoarse from screaming and howling. Their voices were harsh croaks. They gave up trying. In the silence that ensued, they heard noises...still more love sounds. But they came not from the corridor beyond the massive door. Rather, they came from elsewhere, from the other side of the room. It was only then that the exhausted couple saw the tiny, barred window. Neither of them had noticed it was there before....but, then, their attention was understandably elsewhere. Larry was first to arise, staggering on sore thighs and throbbing ankles to the small window. His crotch burned, and walking made him grimace with pain. But his curiosity got the better of him. When he got to the window, he leaned against the wall, his panting face shoved weakly against several of the cold, iron bars. "Holy shit," Larry croaked, "Look at this, Lor. This is some bizarre shit." He chuckled weakly. "Do I HAVE to, Larry? I feel like I need a good coma right now." Larry looked at her still prostrate form and sighed. He shuffled over to her and knelt down beside her. He kissed her gently and then slipped his arms around her back and under her thighs. He lifted her almost effortlessly, despite his exhaustion. She sighed and snuggled against the great expanse of his hairy chest, letting him carry her to the window. Just like Larry to do something chivalrously macho. "Mmmm....that's my sexy wolfman," she cooed in his arms. "I want you to see this," he said. "Besides, we can use a break." "More lady demons spanking each other?" she quipped. But when he got her to the window, her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged. In all her years as Dracula's servant, she'd never seen anything like this. But then, she'd never had occasion to look OUTSIDE the castle for lewd activity before. She'd always assumed, with the exception of Kong and the Fifty Foot Woman, of course, that all the hot and heavy goings on at Dracula's parties were confined WITHIN the ancient walls. Apparently, such was not the case. The mystery of the missing vampires and their daisy-chain ways was solved. The Transylvanian weather was so uncharacteristically mild this final night of October, that the winged fangers had eschewed the confines of Dracula's ballroom for the open air and the dark, starlit mountain skies. As they'd done last year, they were indulging in their favorite lusty act, their aerial daisy chain antics. And likewise as before, they were linked to one another by tongues and penises in an unbroken circle of passion. Only when individual participants became too tired or drained to continue did they plummet, smiling, to the earth below. One of the noises the couple had heard was the thud of limp vampire bodies slamming satedly to the ground from their previously lofty altitude. Below the moaning, wing-flapping, climaxing undead creatures, the scene was no less bizarre. The warm temperatures had resulted in a low-hanging fog...an unfamiliar Transylvanian mist in the usually clear, crisp air of the chilly mountains. It crawled along the ground like a thing alive. Perfect atmosphere for the eerie graveyard it blanketed. Along the perimeter of the castle's southern tower lay the Dracula ancestral graveyard. Though usually grimly, deathly silent, this night it was anything but. Frolicking in that misty cemetery haze were a myriad of dead and undead creatures alike. Zombies humped each other atop gravestones. Resurrected victims of the succubi - which Larry and Lorraina had seen earlier wandering the main hall when they were hastily departing the ballroom - had found their way to the graveyard, presumably in search of others of their kind...and had found them. Corpses rose from graves, jumping each other and humping like hormonal youngsters. Many of the overripe occupants of the graveyard were too decayed and fragile for any strenuous fornication, but they tried anyway...which more often than not resulted in crushed chest cavities or dismembered limbs. But still they humped on and on, gleefully ignorant of the consequences and obviously never feeling a twinge of pain. Ahh...there's just something magical about Dracula's castle on Halloween! In the midst of it all - that creepy cavorting - a familiar cackling voice, cheered the dead and undead on to greater heights of sexual depravity. Sitting atop a stone slab, bony legs dangling, a female corpse happily slurping his rancid crank, the moldy old Cryptkeeper giggled and cackled, squirming from the pleasure the decrepit lass was giving his throbbing joint. He was apparently so thrilled with the hummer he was receiving, that he was too speechless to voice even one of his twisted puns. All he could do as his moldy old eyeballs rotated in their bony sockets was give the bespectacled Herbert West, grinning nearby, a hearty "thumbs up" by way of thanking him immensely for his gift. For it was Herbert's syringe full of glowing green elixir that had resurrected the horny, famished lass. The proud reanimator hurried off to inject others...so they, too, could enjoy Dracula's incredible hospitality! "Wow," Lorraina said in awe, "even dead bodies can get laid at Dracula's parties, huh?" "Yeah," Larry agreed, then added with a sly wink, "just ask Norman's mom." Lorraina slapped him on the shoulder, but giggled nonetheless. "Is all that tum-bumping making you horny again, wolf of mine?" "Grrrrrr....you bet, my hot wench," Larry fired back, ears twitching and eyes glowing. "Well, then," Lorraina whispered into one twitching ear, "you gonna give me some more lovin' or is that wolfy dick of yours too pooped?" Larry made it to the bed in three quick strides. He threw Lorraina down on her back and jumped on top of her. But she turned the tables on him. She caught him by surprise and flipped him over, then straddled him. Seeing that his penis was already inflated and ready, she lifted herself and then sat on it, feeling it slide deep into her. They sighed in unison. And the hopping and wiggling and thrusting began all over again. Their howls again carried down the corridor, through the main hall, and even into the ballroom, where the merriment and debauchery was still in full swing. The skeletons - still labeled, ironically enough, as "boners" even though they had no genitals - were finding new ways to tease and torture the help. Though they couldn't have orgasms themselves, they found no end of pleasure in disengaging their hands and feet and shoving their fibulas and tibias and whatnot into various orifices of Dracula's party favors, both male and female. Two boners even had a poor, unfortunate maid naked and impaled as if on a spit. They were playing a rousing game of what they called "Tibial Pursuits" (The poor boners could be excused their twisted sense of humor. Not having genitals, it was all they really had going for them.) One boner had his leg bone a foot deep in the lass's colon while another did the same trick to her wide stretched mouth. They laughed with perverse glee as the poor girl moaned and squirmed, held aloft between them like a roasting pig. Standing beside the poor girl, a third boner used his bony fingers to turn her on the improvised spit, copping feels with each rotation. Beneath her, a fourth boner tweaked her nipples and clit as they passed by, also with bony fingers, which proved perfect for pinching those tender targets. Although the protruding tibial knob was irritating in her throat, the corresponding knob in her vaginal canal led to some delightful sensations. The faster the boners turned her on her "spit", the more lubricated she became, to the delight of her skeletal captors. Despite her pain and humiliation, she juiced repeatedly around the boner's intruding leg bone, her moans of perverse pleasure muffled by the calcified plug in her mouth. And the faster they rotated her, the more she came. What rousing fun! Finally, several orgasms later, the boners tired of their captive and sought new blood. Snickering, the two end boners yanked their bony appendages from her mouth and anus, dropping her still orgasmically convulsing body to the floor with a dull thud. They laughed loudly, hooting, cheering and high-fiving one another. Then, just that quickly, they snatched up another beauty, hoisted her up on a newly formed "spit" and continued their game. Apparently, there was no scoring involved...just perverse fun. Under the circumstances, it seemed that a gleeful time was had by all, both boners and victims. Across the large ballroom, the invisible man was as mischievous as ever, employing one of Mr.Hyde's latest potions to riotous result. The solution in question had given the invisible man temporary control of his invisibility, in that he was able to make himself visible or invisible at will...or even just parts of himself. He had complete control of the visibility of every inch of his body...but only for a specific amount of time. And he was using this boon to wonderfully humorous, and erotic, good. As he ran about the room, all the other guests could see of him was, at times, his naked, jiggling ass. At other times, depending on his whims, only his erect penis could be seen, floating about the room, bobbing and engorged, seeking soft female petals to part and plunder. Funniest of all was seeing that searching cock closely followed by ass cheeks as the mirthful invisible man cavorted about the great hall, pinching butts and copping feels. And when he captured a female prize...oh, what fun! A receptive maid lying on her back, moaning and sighing, her body rippling from invisible lust, groped by unseen fingers, and all that could be seen of her horny suitor was a thrusting, clenching ass and a relentlessly plunging hardon! It made for some hilariously memorable images that would be savored by all long after Dracula's latest party was but a fond, fleeting memory. The Frankensteins were doing it doggie style. Dracula was happily playing with his three freshly bathed brides, fingering the clits of two of them while he sat on the face of the third, his penis exploding into her hungry mouth and his testicles bruising her chin. The Phantom's ingenue was belting out three different classic arias, switching from one to the other depending on whether her ribald instructor was soundly humping her ass, squeezing her pert little nipples or strumming away on her burning clitoris with his fingers or his wand. Succubi had tired of draining men of their sperm and their lives, and had apparently decided that only a succubus could please a succubus, and nearly a dozen of them had formed a daisy chain of blissful, lesbianic pleasure. The spider woman was sitting on several faces and cocks, reveling in the various rates of the hardworking tongues and thrusting penises as she had her multiple tits sucked and licked by the prettiest of Dracula's maidservants and most virile of his stable hands, all the while shoving several of her feet - toes freshly painted by panting foot boys and girls - into the dripping wet pussies of moaning servant girls. Her favorite perverse pleasure, however, was her newly pedicured big toe on one foot deeply embedded in the puckered sphincter of one of Dracula's studly young stable hands. The look on his face was precious as she invaded him with her mercilessly burrowing, wiggling digit. His blushing face made her want to toe-fuck him for hours on end. Which, grinning sadistically, she thought she just might do. Harpies fucked gremlins. Demons fucked ghouls. Zombies fucked anything they could get their dried up dicks into. The shrinking man had found a fun pastime in shrinking himself down to doll size and climbing into the panties of various women, both human and inhuman, and dining on whatever opening he was nearest to when the urge struck. He'd spent nearly the entire night as a sticky, dripping mess....and loved every second of it. Talosians had surreptitiously entered the party, keeping to themselves in one corner.....fucking with each other's minds. Norman Bates had brought mom to the ballroom, introducing her to everyone there. He'd cleaned her up some, however. She'd become rather sticky in several places from his repeated...attentions. But he'd had to bathe her in a sink with a lathered washcloth. You see, Mother doesn't like showers. The mummy and Ananka had joined the festivities, too, and were performing some Egyptian dance or other, having humped themselves into sexual exhaustion for the moment. The fire-skinned demoness trio had also arrived, bitch boss keeping the other two on leashes as they walked beside her on all fours. Occasional whacks with the long-handled paddle kept them chomping at their bits. The invisible man had had his fill of nookie for the nonce and was collapsed on his stomach on the stone floor. His deflated, dribbling wanker and sweaty ass cheeks were all that could be seen of him, aside, that is, from the huge, disembodied smile he wanted the world to see. He was too tired to move, even when mischievous gremlins nibbled his ass and lapped at the wet spot by his shriveled cock. A lonely zombie eyed the crack of his ass with interest, but shuffled on when the Invisible Man rolled over onto his back. Once the puckered temptation was gone, even a mindless zombie could see that a peg wouldn't fit into another peg. Things seemed to be winding down. Humans and monsters alike had humped themselves into a stupor. Even the Golem had ended his rump ravaging and was propped up against a wall, smoking a foot long cigar. This lack of energy on the part of his fellow partiers bothered Mr. Hyde. He wanted action...not just his own, but from everyone around him. He pondered. His already twisted face contorted with the magnitude of his concern. And then it was decided. He was forced to take action once again. Finding his cumbersome cloak amidst the piles of discarded clothing and crumpled human disguises, he reached deep inside an inner pocket and pulled out two stoppered bottles. He grinned. He was planning to only use one of the bottles, but he felt now that this party needed more. The first potion, when mixed in the various punches and other drinks in the many bowls scattered about the ballroom, would do the same thing it did last year...make everyone horny...again. But this second brew, that would be special. With an evil grin and stifled laughter, the redoubtable Mr. Hyde again spiked the punch. He then looked at his golden pocket watch and gauged in his mind when the effects would kick in. But, first, he'd have to get the winding down partiers to partake of the potions. He gathered up whatever of Dracula's servants he could who were still standing and who hadn't been debauched to the point of not being able to function any longer, and gave them instructions to give all the revelers a drink. He said to make sure that ALL had some punch...no exceptions. But this was especially true of the men. If any of them refused, they were to be told it was Dracula's decree and it was not to be refused. Dracula was the lone exception....for his libido NEVER slowed...not even for a second. And just that quickly it was done. Drinks were passed to all, even those lying in semicomatose states. Just to be sure the drinks were drunk, when everyone had cup in hand, Hyde proposed a toast. "Here's to our wonderful host, Lord Dracula, King of the Undead and Host Extraordinaire!" He knew no one would snub a toast to Dracula...and no one did. He smiled. NOW this party would kick back into gear, he thought. Again he looked at his watch, beside himself with monstrous glee. Back in their private love nest, the Talbots were again exhausted. The sounds out in the graveyard, even the Cryptkeeper's incessant cackling, had all but stopped. Dead and undead alike lie flat on their faces in the unusually warm mountain mist. Some breathed, some didn't. All were just taking a break. "I'm starving," Larry said to Lorraina, who had just lifted herself off his massive penis for the third time, and was rubbing her sore crotch. "Why? You ate me twice. Isn't THAT enough?" "Excuse me," Larry retorted, "I believe it was THREE times. Give credit where it's due." Lorraina looked skyward for a second, deep in thought. "Why, yes," she sighed, "I believe you're right. Forgive me, my hungry little wolfie. But isn't that all the more reason you shouldn't be hungry?" She grinned mischievously down at him. "I need sustenance, babe. Your pussy tastes wonderful, but eating it won't stop the growling in my stomach. If that was all it took, I'd gladly eat you again." He winked up at her. "All right, wolf o' mine...what say we wander back to the ballroom and see what's happening at the party. Then we can get you some sustenance. Come to think of it, I'm hungry, too." "Good deal," he replied, sitting up and stretching his tired limbs. "We can eat, then come right back here and play some more after we see what's going on at the party." "Um....wolfie?" Lorraina seemed at a loss for words. Her eyes danced over their naked bodies. "Hmmm...I see what you mean," Larry sighed. "Our clothes are pretty much gone, huh? And we don't even have any idea what room our things were sent to. Next time we really have to check on that before we go ripping each others clothes off." His lips curled into a wry smile. "So?" Lorraina smiled, "what the hell....let's just go as we are. Who cares? Hell, we had an audience the first time we fucked in here, so....why not?" Larry laughed a hearty laugh. "Yeah...what the hell! It's not like anyone's gonna notice, is it? Everyone else here is bare ass naked, anyway! Let's go, you sexy thing. Let's go naked to Dracula's orgy! I'm too damn hungry to worry about clothes anyway." So, off they went, traipsing down the dark corridor au naturelle...Lorraina's soft footfalls beside Larry's heavy ones. But they hadn't gotten twenty steps when another mad scientist type came limping down the hallway, dragging a heavy club foot with each limp. "Heh...good evening," he said with a sweaty grin as he passed, a twisted laugh following those two short words. As he limped by, Lorraina noticed something that immediately got her wet all over again. "Did you see what that man was carrying?" she asked Larry, her eyes wide, excited. "Um...no....I missed it. What was it?" he asked. "Not IT...THEM! He was carrying all sorts of....toys....fun stuff. God, I'm hot all over again!" "Holy shit, hon....c'mon, I'm hungry. We can find out what room we're in after we eat and then I'll break out some of our own toys, okay?" "Oh, c'mon, Larry...he had whips, handcuffs, things that looked like HUGE dildoes, masks, gags, ropes, all kinds of chains. Ohhhh...I'm getting wet just thinking about it! Let's follow him and see what he's up to. C'mon, Larry....let's!" Larry wanted to protest. He really WAS hungry...and just a bit curious to see how much trouble his old friends in the ballroom were getting into. But that horny look on Lorraina's face won him over. Lorraina in heat could keep him from getting interested in almost ANYTHING other than her. And he knew that if she saw some kinky shenanigans involving bondage and some hot D/s....well, she'd be fucking him into a month long coma in no time! That sold him. His hunger was forgotten...or at least put on hold for now. With a huge grin, he squeezed Lorraina's tits and ass, then said, "Lead on, woman of mine. Follow that mad scientist!" And follow him they did. After trudging deeper and deeper into the bowels of Dracula's musty castle for what only SEEMED like hours - hours that could've been spent in blissful sexual union instead - Larry was getting just a bit perturbed. It didn't help that his keen eyes were watching Lorraina's naked, bouncing boobs jiggle heartily as she tried to match his lupine gait in the only occasionally lit gloom. Every now and then Larry tried to feel up his lovely wife, hoping a little fondling would get her interested in a stop along the way for some horizontal Lambada. But when Lorraina had her mind set on something, especially something SEXUAL, nudging her off the track was difficult at best...more likely damn near impossible! But Larry just HAD to try. "Stop that, Larry!" she hissed in a loudly echoing whisper. "We're going to lose that scientist guy. And I soooooo want to see what he and his fellow mad doctors are being so secretive about. From what I saw this last guy carrying, they're into some really kinky stuff. And you KNOW I love that whips and leather stuff." "Yeah, yeah, yeah.....yadda yadda," Larry said, dejection clinging to every word. Lorraina stopped short, and Larry, who had lagged behind a bit when she'd chided him, slammed crotch first into her bouncing bottom, his semi-erect penis burrowing between her cheeks. The sudden warmth, and the realization of where his glans had just found itself, nearly made him swoon dead away on the floor. He latched onto Lorraina's shoulders, sinking against her, shuddering deeply with desire for her. "Some big, bad werewolf YOU are, Larry," she laughed, "All it takes to turn your big, hairy legs to rubber is that hard cock of yours accidentally poking my ass." She stopped kidding when she saw the heated look in his eyes, his flaring nostrils and his elongating, twitching ears. She knew it was time to cool him down again, before he ravaged her right there in that dank corridor. "Larry...honey," she cooed, scratching under his chin, "trust me, I'm going to let you have me again in no time. But just think...think how horny I'm going to get seeing some kinky fun. If we find these nerdy scientist types and catch them doing deliciously pervy things, just imagine how hot I'm gonna get...how much I'm going to NEED you. Hmmm? Isn't that WORTH the wait?" "And what if they're NOT doing anything kinky? What if they're just doing....SCIENCE...stuff? That's gonna be one helluva bore," he grunted back at her, his hands growing larger as he gently pawed her shoulders. "In that case, I'll let you take me right then and there...any way you like. As soon as we see there's nothing fun going on with those guys, I'll drop right on my back and spread my legs wide for you. No matter who's around or what else is going on. Fair enough?" Larry's ears started twitching so fast they almost fanned Lorraina's face. She stifled a giddy giggle. She knew she had him. Anytime she was willing to drop and spread at a moment's notice, Larry went from wolf to puppy. Until she actually did it, of course....then he became a lustful, snarling, unquenchable beast. Exactly the way she liked him. When it came to Larry and sex, it was always a win win situation. Her man-wolf grunted. His hands shrunk back to normal, slowly releasing her shoulders. And even though his penis had swollen to twice the size it was before he'd bumped into her, he gritted his teeth and replied, "All right, but I'm going to hold you to that, you vixen. If the doc types are boring, I'm jumping you, period, and I don't care WHO'S around...got it?" "Sure, sweetie....now let's hurry before we lost our mad lab guy, okay?" Reluctantly, Larry resumed the cat and mouse game, his sharp ears locking on even the slightest sounds in the darkness. He could hear the man's panting breaths, his chortling laughter. He could smell the leather he carried, even smell the metal of the chains that clanked against each other as he hastened along. Larry wanted Lorraina badly again, and without even knowing it he'd grabbed her by the arm and was almost dragging her behind him in his haste to find out if something kinky was going to get Lorraina juiced again, or if he was going to give her some wolf wanker right out in the open for anyone passing by to see. Either way, he didn't care...but he wanted his "problem" solved...SOON! Suddenly, Larry pulled up short. This time Lorraina slammed into HIM. As she bounced off his muscular hip, she saw him raise his head and sniff the air, then cock his head to one side, ears rotating in the direction of the distant dimness. He grinned. "Oh, yeah, Lor....there's something kinky goin' on, all right. It sounds like a smorgasbord of pain and pleasure. You should hear what's going on. Whippings, paddlings, chains being tightened...wow." It was Lorraina's turn to swoon. She slumped against Larry's side, nearly drooling when she said in a pleading voice, "We just HAVE to be part of that, Larry. Oh, please....let's hurry. I've GOT to see what's happening." And then she added the part that made Larry pick her up and run down the corridor with her in his arms. "God," she said, "I'm dripping!" The corridor finally came to an end. The door facing them was a wood and metal giant...a behemoth guardian of those exploring perverse pleasures behind it. The lock that hung from the center of the door was huge, a good foot square, with a keyhole in the center that was several inches high. The key that opened it must be gigantic! And, unfortunately, nowhere to be found. Larry put Lorraina down, gently lowering her to her feet. They stood there listening to the sounds of erotic bondage and exquisite discipline. Wails, moans, snapping whips, clanking chains and barked orders. Larry could hear them clearly, but Lorraina could only hear the loudest of them as they fought to pierce the solid, centuries old wood of the door. When Larry looked over at her, she was literally shivering with excitement. "THIS one's not open," Larry scowled, "No way we're getting in there. Any ideas on how we can crash this pervy party, my horny little trollop?" Larry stood with his hands on his hips, actually forgetting about sex - temporarily - as he pondered how he and his lady could sneak peeks, or better yet enter the barred room itself. A good challenge could pique his interest almost as much as sex. Almost. "Not a one, Lar...not a one," she said, disappointed. The two of them stood there...stumped. This was something that they just HAD to get in on....but how? They both glared fixedly at the formidable lock, as if by sheer carnal desire alone they could get it to crumble to metallic dust, and thus allow them entrance. So rapt in their dilemma was the dejected duo that neither of them - not even Larry with his overdeveloped wolf's senses - heard the heavy-footed approach from behind. "The lock is just for looks." The husky voice that came from behind them caused Lorraina to jump in fright, her head swimming as she whirled and staggered backward against the door, her soft cheeks brushing painfully against hard, splintered wood. Larry also turned about sharply, already becoming lupine, teeth elongating in preparation for fierce battle. It was strictly a reaction...instinct. "Whoa there, wolf boy. This is a party, man. No fighting here. Any painful stuff is strictly for funsies. Reel yourself in, man." As Larry calmed himself and Lorraina recovered her wits, they examined the large, burly man who was addressing them. Far from a nerdy scientist, this man was as big as a dinosaur, dressed like a Medieval executioner. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with arms and legs like tree trunks. He was clad entirely in black leather, the shoulder, neck and hip joints of which were held firmly together by the shiny teeth of encircling zippers. Lorraina noticed with piqued interest that the suit also had a foot long zipper that rose vertically from the center of the man's crotch...presumably - and interestingly - for easy access to his obviously dominant genitals. His mask, a full head-covering hood, had eyes and mouth cut out of them that made him look lustfully evil. The tight, formfitting garb creaked with stretching leather sounds with every move he made. Lorraina looked him up and down, picturing Larry in such a costume, making her his sex slave, having his way with her...over and over. Just as she began to moisten, the executioner's husky voice invaded her reverie. "You guys wanna join the party?" he asked, his mouth curling into an evil grin beneath the cutout opening of the hood. "We can always use some new blood." He laughed at his pun. The laughter sounded a lot like the creaking sounds of his shiny, skin tight suit. Larry looked over at Lorraina. She was shivering again, her eyes wide with excitement. She was gazing wantonly at the man's leather outfit, her eyes taking in every shiny smooth inch of it. It was obvious to Larry, and apparently to the grinning Executioner too, that Lorraina was very much into the look...and, quite probably, the fantasy behind such attire. "As you might have guessed, I'm the room's....'Executioner'," the huge bull of a man said. "And as I said when I came up on you from behind - sorry 'bout that, by the way - the lock's just for looks. Keeps out the riffraff, if ya know what I mean." Speaking to Larry, he added, "Seems like your lady is into it. You guys wanna come in and play?" Lorraina's head was nodding up and down so fast that the air around it was on the verge of humming. "We'd love to," she said, her eyes glittering and her face flushed a lusty crimson. Executioner looked back at Larry. Larry liked what he was seeing in Lorraina, and knew it would translate into a whole passle of fun for both of them, so he nodded, "I guess we're in." When he held out his arm to shake the man's hand, the burly gent pulled his hand back quickly. Leering at Lorraina, he said, "Sorry...but that's my whip hand." Lorraina wiped sweat from her brow, feeling light headed. "C'mon in then," Executioner said, walking between them and easily opening the door. "Like I said," he smiled, "it was never locked, but everyone always thinks it is. This is Dracula's orgy, after all...doors here are seldom locked. I seem to have heard that you folks experienced that first hand earlier, from both sides of the door, eh?" He chuckled and flung the door wide, obviously trying to add a dramatic flair to their entrance. "Join the party," he said, then watched the pair as their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. Lorraina brought her hands up to her mouth, holding back the joyous squeals threatening to burst from it. "Holy shit," was all Larry could say. Every conceivable form of perverse pleasure was there before their eyes. Masters and slaves, owners and pets, Sadists and masochists. A room full of devices and contraptions, gadgets and toys, every one of them being used for twisted pleasure on various human - and inhuman - bodies. Louder now was the perverse orchestra of sounds - the wails of orgasmic agony, the merciless laughter, the mingled sounds of whippings and spankings, dragging and clanking chains, and a chorus of moans of both pain and pleasure...all assailed the couple's ears, and both piqued interest and stirred desires. Lorraina, especially, was like a child in a candy store. One of Dracula's pretty maids was naked and vulnerable in a darkened corner of the huge dungeon. Chained to thick stone pillars, arms and legs spread wide, her feet hovering several inches off the ground, she hung there suspended and squirming. She was being sexually invaded from the front and rear by two massive men, each with a penis that was huge enough to satisfy a female Beluga whale. She most assuredly would have screamed, except that her mouth was also filled by erupting meat, as a grinning vampire, hovering at her head thanks to tirelessly beating wings, humped her wide eyed face with great, drooling enthusiasm. Lorraina licked her lips as she watched. Another petite thing lay sprawled on a modified rack. Only half her body fit on the miniature device, as she lay on it from the small of her back to her neck. The platform on which she lay was tilted backward at a forty-five degree angle. Her head hung over the edge, so that the base of her skull, with her long blonde hair cascading down, was about a yard from the moldy, stone floor. Strong hands were bracing her neck however, as not one, but TWO recently resurrected undead BOTH had their bloated erections forced deeply down her throat. At the other end of the platform, a long tongued Serpent Goddess was snaking her tongue deep inside the woman, alternating from one orifice to the other with the speed of...well....a serpent. To finish off the woman's experience, a tiny gnomelike creature was kneeling on her tilted stomach, sucking her breasts like a nursing babe. As her tits and lower orifices were eagerly explored with lips and tongues, the two widely grinning cadavers alternated their in and out invasion of her widely stretched mouth. As one fattened muscle slipped down her throat, the other slid outward, but never came all the way out. Her mouth was so full, so tightly stretched, that even drool couldn't have leaked out. Larry couldn't help but observe those two obscene dicks being shoved into that captive mouth by the two pair of rhythmically thrusting hips. But from the girl's body language and her muffled moans, he got the distinct impression that she would've been grinning widely if her mouth hadn't been stretched to its limit. The fiery-hued demonesses had found their way here, too. Bossy Bitch winked at Larry and Lorraina as she tended to her pets. Having exchanged her paddle for a stinging cat-o'-nine-tails, she merrily whipped her writhing playthings into a spurting frenzy. The short, stubby handle of the cat also doubled as a nice, orifice filling diversion when she wanted to tease and titillate their obsequious little pussies, too. She fucked them both with that bulbous handle, knowing that after a good orgasm they'd once again do ANYTHING to please her. Most intriguing to Larry was a small group of those scurrying scientist types. Having set up a small mock laboratory, they were truly in their element. The Talbots wandered near to the scene, recognizing immediately the two lab coated fellows they'd seen earlier. The first one had his hopping, monkey man sidekick busily attending to various chores, hooking up wires, turning dials and throwing electrical levers...all the while trying to keep his incredibly long, limp cock out of the way. It annoyed the scientist no end when that flaccid schlong kept knocking over beakers and flasks of multicolored chemicals. "Keep zat fire hose dick uff yours out uff ze vay, you imbecile! You'll ruin ze eggsberriment!" The monkey man scowled, but settled for tying the wayward dangler around his waist. The "experiment" proceeded. Two humans, one male and one female, lay on operating tables, completely nude. They were both strapped down, mouths held open with some sort of metallic devices that would not allow the bound "subjects" to close them. The second scientist, the one who'd been carrying the chains and cuffs earlier in the corridor, took a pair of electrodes off a metal tray and clamped them to the woman's nipples. She whimpered, but the white clad scientist slapped her face, shouting "Qviet! Say NUSSING, or I shall haff our long-dicked friend here stuff it completely into your mouth!" He slapped her again, just for good measure. She whimpered a little more quietly, sniffing back the tears. The monkey-man's eyes, however, twinkled with a most hopeful expression. After clamping her nipples, he handed the other end of the electrode cable to the first scientist, who then attached the other set of clamps to the captive man's genitals...one to the shaft of his penis, the other to his scrotum, being sure to capture both testicles between the grips. The man's eyes bulged from their sockets, and his entire body quivered, but he didn't scream. "Now," scientist one said to scientist two, "turn on ze juice. Let us see vhat happens." A hand in the crowd reached out. An excitedly jittery finger stabbed a toggle switch - humorously labeled "Juice" - and poked it downward. With a loud crackle, the two "patients" began hopping on their tables. The circle of white coated nerds closed about them. Amidst "Oooh"s and "Ahhh"s and much nodding of heads, they all began to discuss theories about what was happening, as the man and woman jerked and twitched before them. Then, without warning, the circle of gawkers proved to be non-human after all. "Zis eggsberriment needs some conductive fluids!" one yelled, to the agreement and applause of his bespectacled comrades. "Yes," one replied, "fluids...conductors!" Then a chanting chorus of "Fluids! Conductors!" rang up from the circle. Lab coats were whisked aside, showing each nutcase to be completely naked underneath. They all whipped out their rods, brandishing them as if they were some type of calibrating devices. But the inhuman thing about their dicks was that they weren't just long rods. Oh, no. Each of their throbbing, WRIGGLING chubbies had dozens of half inch long tendrils running up and down the sides of them, wiggling like millipede legs as the twisted docs stroked them for all they were worth. "Stroke your Tinglers!" came a gasping voice from the circle of masturbating scientists. Then the chant became, "Stroke! Tinglers! Fluids! Conductors!" over and over and over again as a half dozen hands whipped a half dozen "Tingler" penises into a pulsating frenzy. The monkey man beat them all to it. He hopped about atop the two juiced captives, untying his yard long wanker from his waist and stroking himself, having to use both hands because of the awe-inspiring length of his ever-growing penis. As it was, he could only rub his shaft about halfway along its length, as his arms were not long enough to reach more than that far. His lengthening, hardening crank stretched to a full yard and a half from base to tip before it finally exploded in a series of lengthy spurts that coated both the man and the woman from head to toe. The scientists never noticed, however, so busy were they slapping their own meat and chanting to the beat. Two of the scientists, carried away by the moment, turned the captives heads to the sides, each filling one gaping mouth with his erupting muscle. Semen did indeed prove to be a conductor, as the two scientists began hopping and spazzing, their cocks locked immovably in the electrified mouths. Their tiny "tingler tendrils" no longer writhed like millipede legs, but rather stood straight out from the scientists' electrified shafts like fat hairs standing on end. Still spurting, the fish-lipped monkey-man hopped between the woman's legs and inserted his cock as far into her pussy as he could shove it. It only went about one fifth of its length into her. But even that small portion of it, poking insistently in her womb, caused her belly to pulse and ripple. In a fit of stupidity (or was it?), he lunged forward and yanked the clamps off the woman's nipples, holding them in his hands so he could lock his fishy lips on those bouncing boobs. Jolts of mighty current scurried through his hands, his lips and his poking porker, converging somewhere in his center, causing him to squeal and gibber as he sucked tit and hammered nookie. And there he stayed, humping and spazzing and sparking from the freely flowing electrons. He couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. The blue electric hue of it all bathed that entire section of the dungeon in a ghostly glow. In the final analysis, even the man and woman bound like experimental guinea pigs on the makeshift operating tables came. EVERYONE hopped and jerked and spurted. Fluids spurted everywhere to the off-key sounds of chanting lab psychos. Human and inhuman alike moaned and gasped their release. That's the way it always was at Dracula's parties. EVERYONE came....no matter what. Larry was about to say something ribald to his sexy lady, but when he turned to make his humorously erotic comment he saw that she was already looking away from the sordid scientist tableau. Instead, her eyes were locked on an unoccupied cot off in a dusty corner of the dungeon. Although just a simple cot, it had been modified - like so many of the contraptions in this twisted dungeon - to include four tall posts at the four corners of the frame. Each post had manacles dangling about halfway up their eight foot height. Hanging from hooks on the two posts at the head of the cot, were the implements that captured Lorraina's attention. In descending order from the top of the posts down, they were: a huge, extra thick dildo with what appeared to be small studs dotted along its entire length; two smaller dildoes, one with an apparently normal head and one with a fat, bulbous one; a flat, round, coarsely textured paddle; several nipple clamps, some of them connected with short chains, and enough rope to lasso a raptor. Lorraina could barely speak. She pointed to the cot and said to Larry, "I want THAT, Larry." She inhaled deeply, shuddered, then exhaled a long sigh. She repeated, "Oh, yeah....THAT Larry...I want it...NOW!" She didn't wait for his reply, but strode purposefully away from him, looking as if she'd dismantle anyone or anyTHING that came between her and her "torture cot from Heaven." Larry saw definite possibilities. As he began to follow Lorraina to the cot, several screams to his left caught his attention. Intending to look only briefly, he found his attention diverted, even from the exciting sight of his lovely lady's lush ass hurrying to the cot. It was their brief acquaintance, the Executioner, and several of his comrades, having their way with several captives of their own. Two human females, one human male, and what appeared to be a lovely, though pale, undead beauty, had their heads, hands and feet locked in stocks. Several hairy, sweaty, portly men, including the Talbots' old friend Executioner, stood behind them and in front of them. Except for Executioner, who was still clad entirely in black leather, the other grunting captors were all rudely naked. The men behind the captives were obviously fucking them with great gusto as their portly bodies rippled and the sturdy stocks lurched forward as if to fall over with each hammering thrust. But there was no screaming on the part of the "poor" victims. Their mouths were full. Larry couldn't actually see this, of course, but the quartet of clenching, thrusting asses that blocked out the captives' faces attested to the truth of this assumption. It was not only an erotic sight in its own way, but amusing as well....and seemingly well choreographed. The in and out motions between the legs of those trapped in the stocks was matched exactly by the thrustings that sent hard penises into their mouths. You could almost sing a song to the beat of the eight rhythmically invading cocks. Sick curiosity came over Larry and he wanted to walk behind the scene to see which of the captives was taking it anally - besides the male, of course - and which were being invaded vaginally. Just curiosity is all. But that perverted reverie was rudely put to an end when a screech like that of a tortured banshee drilled into Larry's brain from across the room. He knew that shriek anywhere. It was his own lovely Lorraina...and it was the scream she used when she was horny...and not getting any relief. Just as Larry turned his head back to the tiny cot, the bellow accosted his ears. "Get your hairy ass over here and tie me up and fuck me mindless! And I mean NOW, wolf boy!" Her glare, even from a distance, could've crumbled a zombie to grave dust if one had haplessly wandered into its destructive path. Luckily, none did. Larry grinned. He knew this was going to be fucking fantastic. Seeing all the fun going on around them had made both Larry and Lorraina hornier than hell, and now was the time to once again take care of that little problem. So, he rushed to the cot with the speed of a striking panther and jumped on Lorraina, knocking the breath from her. Inside of two minutes he had her chained to the posts. But instead of using the posts at the foot of the cot to secure her feet, he used the rope to tie them to the headposts...about a foot above her shackled hands. With both her hands and feet shackled over her head, Larry inspected his captured bride, liking immensely what he saw. Lorraina's legs up over her head had always been his favorite position for her to be in. It put so much out there to be seen...admired...taken. Next, Larry leered down at the uncomfortably folded Lorraina, dangling chain-connected nipple clamps over her drooling face. He clamped one on each erect nipple, then tugged gently on the chain. Lorraina's nipples stretched, and she moaned loudly. "Good...that seems to work just fine," he snickered. Next, he straddled her head, facing her legs, as he prepared the other toys. His enormous penis flopped with a dull slapping noise onto her face. As he prepared her for play time, that penis grew larger and larger, stretching along her face is it did. Lorraina sighed and kissed it worshipfully. Taking the gigantic, studded dildo, he inserted it as far as it would go into her pussy. She was already so lubricated that this was a simple task...except for the tight fit, of course. Easily over fourteen inches long and as thick as a cucumber, the studded dildo stimulated Lorraina deeply with every inch of its insertion. Feeling that entering her and looking up at Larry's hairy ass, swollen sack and inflating cock, was making her enter la la land again. When the dildo was completely inserted, he left it there, filling her totally. He watched the end of it bob up and down with Lorraina's gasping breaths. Then he took the small dildo with the bulbous head and leaned down between Lorraina's legs, spreading her cheeks and inserting it in her anal orifice. With a wicked grin, Larry realized that either Dracula himself or one of his guests had embraced the modern world, for this dildo was battery operated. He flicked on the switch, and the small tool hummed to life, deep inside Lorraina's squirming ass. Larry got up on his knees and moved beside his lady, looking down at his handiwork. Lorraina moaned on that tiny cot, her pussy filled to overflowing with the studded cock; her ass not quite as full, but vibrating inside, the back end of the vibrator barely visible outside her clenching sphincter; and her nipples feeling the bite of the clamps. Lorraina's face was flushed with lust and desire, eyes closed, tongue unable to keep still inside her mouth. All that remained was for Larry to personally stimulate his woman. He again straddled her face, this time dropping his erect muscle into her moaning mouth. She clamped her lips around it hungrily, and began sucking wildly. Larry had a briefly humorous vision of how she'd suck it if he had some of Mr.Hyde's atomizer potion. Feeling Lorraina's hot mouth around his woody, Larry found the last piece of the puzzle. Reaching back, he grasped the coarse, round paddle and released it from its hook. Keeping his hips moving, slipping his cock down deeply into Lorraina's mouth, he reached down and tugged on the chain connected to the nipple clamps, sending a jolt from her pinched nipples throughout her entire body. She sighed around his thrusting penis. Then he pulled the chain so that it remained taut, continually tugging at her nipples. She squirmed. Keeping the chain taut, he then leaned between her upraised legs and smacked each of her luscious ass cheeks with the paddle. SMACK! SMACK! Lorraina shuddered. Keeping his cock thrusting rhythmically in her mouth, he took the nipple clamp chain in his own mouth, holding his chin out to keep it taut and tugging on her nipples. Now he leaned far forward, spanking her ass hard over and over again with the paddle while keeping the clamps pulling on her sensitive nipples. Now having one hand free, he used it to alternate moving the dildoes in and out of Lorraina's ass and pussy. Still keeping the chain in his mouth, holding it in place as securely as he could with the back part of his tongue, he stuck out the front two-thirds of his tongue below it, just enough to lap eagerly at Lorraina's burning clit. She was bouncing all over the cot, moaning and whimpering. TUG went the chain on her nipples....SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! went the rough paddle on her reddening cheeks. BUZZ went the vibrator up her ass, LAP LAP LAP went his clit-licking tongue. And all the while her pussy was completely filled with a fat, juicy, studded dildo that Larry rammed in and out of her with great, funloving gusto. Although it was actually a very tricky setup - extremely difficult to keep everything going at once - Larry made sure that every part of his lady love that needed stimulation was getting it...in spades. Lorraina was in pervert heaven. She nearly bit Larry's penis in her excitement. Needles to say it wasn't long before she screamed around Larry's face-thrusting rod. The force of her orgasm shot the studded dildo and the humming vibrator right out of her openings! Larry would've laughed at this had his tongue, lips and teeth not been busy on her swollen nub, and making sure those tender nipples were being properly pinched and stretched. The sometimes elusive nipple clamp chain required focused attention. When Larry himself came, it intensified Lorraina's orgasm, and she gushed gallons. She bucked so hard that, even bound as she was, she bolted Larry right off the top of her. Luckily his mouth lost its hold on the nipple clamp chain, or Lorraina might've received more pain than she'd bargained for. But as Larry bounced on his side next to her, he was still coming. He spurted all over her face and chest, which also seemed to intensify her orgasm. Even as she came and screamed, she managed to keep her mouth wide open to catch as many spurts in it as she could. So Larry helped her. He stroked himself right next to her face, aiming his juices as best he could toward her mouth. Lorraina, considering her hopping, rollicking orgasm, did remarkably well catching his shiny pearls of moisture in her mouth. To reward her efforts, he thrust his head between her legs and licked her until her squirming slowly came to an end. She was drenched with cum....both Larry's, and her own. She howled at the moon, straining at her shackles in her unbridled joy. Larry just watched her, smiling, his own orgasm long since past. It was always a joy to watch Lorraina buck and writhe her pleasure. Eventually, Lorraina's dripping body came to an intermittent twitching rest. Her face covered in dew, she turned to look at Larry, lusty eye glaze slowly clearing. "That was incredible, Wolfie." He smiled at her, fingers lightly stroking her wet pussy. His other hand gently removed the nipple clamps. Lorraina sighed and stretched. She looked about as pleased as a woman could get. She glowed like a radioactive mutant at midnight. Kissing Lorraina gently on her shoulder, neck and forehead (places relatively free of his juices), he looked at her and chuckled softly. "NOW can we go get something to eat?" he asked. Lorraina burst into wild laughter. When it subsided, she said, "All right, Wolfie. You deserve a reward after what you just did to me. Unshackle me, and we'll go see what's happening in the ballroom and have a bite. How's that?" "Yowza! Let's do it!" he shouted, getting up on his knees on the cot to free Lorraina's arms and legs. Lorraina was a little sore in the hips and behind, but she managed to hobble out the enormous door with the faux lock in the center. Larry followed her. Wistfully, they both looked back into the room before closing the door. Everything was still going full tilt. With a chuckle, the couple noted that even wacky Norman Bates had found the dungeon, and was whipping the hell out of mom. He screamed for her, of course....and he called himself such foul names, too, in that creaky old woman's voice. But, my oh my, did he ever seem to have fun with the whips, the paddles and the chains. And Mother didn't shut up for a second...until Norman stuck a ball gag in her mouth. After that, he seemed much more able to concentrate on whipping leathery old mom. The tough old broad held up remarkably well, though, making Norman blushingly proud of his taxidermy skills. Laughing hysterically, Larry and Lorraina left the dungeon, closing the pretentious door behind them. "We've got to come back here if we have time," Lorraina suggested. Though she ached in several places, and was tender in a few others, her core was warm and happy, feeling incredibly strong and alive. "You bet. It was fun riding your face and ... all that other stuff," Larry smirked. "Fun for me, too, wolf boy. But next time, I get to tie YOU up." "Ohhhh...I dunno. Well....okay," he said, already thinking ahead. "But, for now, let's see what Drac and the others are up to. AND get something to eat. I'm starving!" Arm in arm, they strolled happily back down the length of the torch-lit corridor. They held each other close the entire way, hugging and kissing every so often, groping each other's backsides and all around just enjoying each other. They had no idea what they'd see when they got back to the ballroom. No idea at all. When they burst into the bustling ballroom, they expected to see the usual sexual mayhem, but what they saw shocked even them. They froze in mid step in the center of the doorway, still arm in arm, but with eyes wide and jaws slack with disbelief. They'd made it but a single step into the room, and even this close to the doorway bodies flopped and jerked around them, some even brushing up against their naked feet and calves. Everyone was fucking EVERYONE! Even at this late hour, no one was resting. There wasn't a sleepy eye of any kind in the room. Surely, SOME of these party hounds, human or not, must be exhausted by now?! The party'd been going for hours and this gang of mixed species usually burned themselves out by now...at least many of them. But not tonight! The room was simply WRITHING with movement - heated bodies in constant motion; hips pumping; mouths sucking; tongues licking; hands, feet and breasts jerking off spurting cocks; pussies gushing all over faces, throbbing rods, hands and even other pussies. As soon as one person - or creature of the night, as the case may be - finished with one partner - or several - they moved on to someone or something else. And the cacophony could be mistaken for an all night horror bill at the cineplex. Moans, screams, shrieks and howls of every magnitude and pitch, from every species in attendance, echoed and reverberated throughout the room, from the high stone walls to the distant domed ceiling. It sounded like a massacre in progress. Even the fornicating ghosts high above had stopped their frolicking and were looking down in awe. It took Larry's and Lorraina's breaths away. "Delightful, isn't it?" came the gravelly voice from slightly behind Larry. The accompanying chortle was unmistakable. "I see YOUR hand in this, Hyde," Larry said with a definite grin. "But, of course. Could I do less?" he replied, tipping his hat and bowing dramatically. When he did, his unruly scraggle of matted hair fell around his face, framing it oddly. The hat was the only thing adorning his twisted, hairy body. Why he bothered to wear it befuddled Larry. A smarmy holdover from the womanish Dr.Jekyll, he supposed. Larry laughed, "No, I suppose not. What was it...another potion?" "Of course. My stock in trade. Last year I just added a little aphrodisiac to the punch. Well, I've tweaked that potion a little. It now makes people ten times as horny as the first formula did. Look at the women. They'll fuck or suck ANYTHING! And look at the fellas. They're just as horny, but for them I've added a little...extra ingredient. I call it EVERHARD. You can think of it as a super Viagra. There's not a limp - or even tired - dick in the joint...and the women love it! Those guys won't even lose their boners after they pass out! I've even had a few glasses myself!" He pointed a hairy, gnarled finger downward to the bobbing proof between his thighs. "Am I a genius, or what?" All three of them laughed long and hard, watching the horde of creatures incessantly humping anything that moved. One woman was so horny she was trying valiantly to give the Golem a blow job, her mouth stretched to its limit around his massive tool. So stretched, in fact, that she couldn't get her mouth off of it. Her lips were locked firmly around it's rocky girth. But neither of them seemed to mind. The Golem was happy to just keep cumming and cumming down her warm throat, and she simply got accustomed to continually swallowing. The fact that the Golem's testicles were being wetly slurped by some sort of blob-like creature, and the young woman's tits nibbled and bottom soundly rammed by octopods and a lower ghoul respectively, didn't hurt matters either. It kept them all happily spurting and gushing. "Hiya, sexy," a purring voice said. Sneaking up from behind Hyde, grabbing his nuts and ass with greedy hands and licking his ear, an old friend made her return appearance at the orgy known. Turning, Mr.Hyde saw his ghoul lady friend from last year's gala. His face brightened. He was about to jump her, but she was quicker. Circling around in front of him, she jumped up, wrapped her legs around his waist and started rubbing her slick slit on his crotch, waiting for him to get the message and then do something about it. When he did, she snarled and snorted, happily impaling herself on his throbbing, potion-enhanced erection. Down they tumbled to the floor, joining the heaving throng of glassy-eyed fornicators. "Talk later, pooch," Hyde grunted at Larry, showing his long missed ghoul friend just how much he missed her with each body-rippling thrust. They rolled around on the floor, up over other humping bodies, cackling and groping, never once uncoupling throughout several orgasms each. Word of the intense fuck-fest going on in the ballroom spread fast. The participants from the kinky party in the dungeon, one by one or group by group, had joined the perpetual prodding and groping in the ballroom. Whoever - or whatever - hadn't partaken of the punch since it's most recent spiking by Hyde, was immediately talked into it by any who had. The bitch boss demoness, drinking heartily from a sloshing goblet and reaching back to paddle the ass of a thick muscled vampire as he soundly rode her from behind, was gleefully watching her personal playthings hop from one species of exploding cock to another, at her command. The lesser demonesses didn't seem to mind. They especially enjoyed the "tingler" cocks of the freaky scientists. Those squirmy little papillae-like appendages wiggling about inside them made them cum and cum and cum. As far as the twisted docs were concerned, whoever said a tingler was a bad thing just didn't know how to properly use one! Guests were so horny that even if they found themselves between partners, they couldn't go five full minutes without stimulation. Males of every human and inhuman description roamed about yanking their own cranks, looking desperately for any kind of opening to put them into. Females likewise diddled themselves, hoping for a firm member to quickly be shoved into one orifice or another. No one went long without someone to accommodate them. Larry and Lorraina ran the gauntlet of squirming bodies, in search of Dracula's usual gourmet feast. They found the table of tasty delicacies surprisingly unsoiled by wayward volleys of seminal or vaginal fluids. They ate voraciously. Several times they had to fend off amorous advances from revelers, even having to get quite physical about it on occasion. Hyde's handiwork had made many guests rather...persistent. So, to avoid any further unwanted attention, the famished duo sat on the floor beneath the table, chowing down on some incredible treats while lifting the tablecloth from below and sneaking peeks at the nonstop sexual indulgences going on all about them. It continued for hours. Larry and Lorraina themselves rutted like animals a few times under the table between samplings of Dracula's exquisite banquet. It seemed like the thing to do. Finally, bodies began to slump to the floor. Even Hyde's formula hadn't been concocted to give PERMANENT stamina. Supernatural or human, any creature must eventually tire. Every guest at Dracula's orgy slowly succumbed to tiring muscles and depleted energy. But even this didn't stop the goings on. Hyde was correct in calling his potion EVERHARD. Even when the men passed out, their cocks stayed rock hard, saluting the ornate, arched ceiling and the Transylvanian night sky. This was not lost on the women. Even though they were exhausted, each female made sure that when she dropped to the floor she was near one of those rigid masts. Some simply snuggled up to a nice, hard cock and stroked and kissed it, cooing the entire time. Others sat on them, filling whichever orifice they chose, and then lay either frontwards or backwards atop their chosen impaler. Some - possibly victims of Hyde's now infamous atomizer, perhaps - fell asleep with their mouths full, prepared for when their unconscious benefactor might wake and need...seminal milking. Every female tried to stake a claim to at least one rigid member, for when the festivities resumed. One rather ingenious gaggle of lady vampires dragged a half dozen exhausted men into a circle and then each sat on their prize's still swollen stiffy. One of the ladies produced a deck of playing cards, and thus vaginally "stuffed", they simply chatted and played cards, occasionally sliding themselves up and down their willing captives' boners. None of the men objected, but they still could do no more than allow the card-playing vamps to use them thus...every one of them smiling from ear to ear. It would do until strength returned. Only Dracula remained unaffected by Hyde's potion. His system had become immune to such things over the centuries...to a point. He could become hornier than usual from a potion, or retain an erection slightly longer, but elixirs and exotic formulas could not steal his sexual sanity from him as it did his guests. He sat upon his throne and watched all. He had insisted his brides drink from the vampires' punch bowls, knowing what it would do to them. And he'd taken full advantage of it. All three brides lay naked at his royal feet, exhausted from the repeated attacks of their Master's insatiable cock. They lay on the floor in puddles of their own - and their Lord's - juices. One bride was out cold, lying on her back, her wide open mouth still dribbling her Master's cum. The other two busily and unashamedly kissed and licked the insteps of Dracula's bare feet. He very much liked both their subservient postures and the tickling sensation on his feet. Soon, Hyde's potions notwithstanding, everyone collapsed. Even the hardiest and horniest sunk into sweet oblivion. Every cock in the room - even Dracula's just from seeing the amusingly erotic scene before him - was still at full attention. And each one - except for Dracula's - had a hopeful female still attached to it in some way. But all eventually succumbed to sleep. The moon swept across the sky. The sun chased it below the horizon. Dracula once again proudly strode off to his secret boudoir, taking his fawning brides with him. The daisy-chaining vamps high above the misty graveyard had likewise shambled blearily off to the safety of earth-lined caskets. Sunlight beamed in through the windows, slowly crawling across the unmoving bodies, drying the puddles of sticky discharges. Bodies stirred. Arms and pseudopods stretched. Mouths, maws and suckers yawned. Life returned to the living, unliving and nonliving. Females already laid claim to the still erect muscles they clung to, glaring about menacingly to ward off claim jumpers. The rumbling started innocently enough. Walls shook, stone cracked and wood creaked. Unlike last year, however, no footfalls were heard. The exhausted partiers had slept through all that. No one was the least bit excited, either, when the familiar moans and gasps of the Fifty Foot Woman, and the chest pounding nonsense of the one and only Kong signaled their usual late arrival at the party, and their heated, overzealous fucking. But when a new sound was heard, a garbled, choking growl that sounded somehow familiarly inhuman, the guests did more than just stir. Curiosity had captured them, one and all. All manner of eyeballs were rubbed by all manner of appendages as the groggy guests slithered, crawled, loped, hopped, shambled and flew to the windows to peek at the carnal goings on on the Carpathian mountainside. Aside from engaging in their own favorite fornications, this group enjoyed nothing more than peeking in on other creatures' erotic proclivities. Voyeurs all. Even Larry and Lorraina had already proven that earlier. What greeted the mass of bloodshot, but leering eyeballs, was a sight for the ages. Yes, there was Kong giving it to the Fifty Foot Woman, and rather heatedly, too. The force of his thrusts into that oversized cooz was enough to topple trees and cause several medium size rock slides. In the graveyard outside the castle, where even the resurrected dead had awakened from their post-orgasmic slumber, the poor decayed occupants of that misty cemetery could barely stand as the ground shook and buckled from Kong's heaving. The Cryptkeeper took immediate charge, however, ushering his charges to safety in a singularly sturdy mausoleum. From the iron door, however, dozens of voraciously interested heads - the Cryptkeeper's at the forefront - popped out, eager to watch the fun but fearing for their brittle, cadaverous un-lives. Apparently last year's bitter rivalry between Kong and the Amazing Colossal Man had been quite forgotten, and even a blissful pact enacted. Realizing that Dracula's hospitality is not to be trifled with, and that there was plenty of the Fifty Foot Woman to go around, the battered Colossal Man and the hirsute Kong decided to SHARE her....with HER blessing, of course. Kong drooled on himself, happily banging her from the front, his large ape nostrils flared and sucking in her scent as his wide mouth took her entire breasts inside it, one at a time. He had fun taking each full, lush globe into his hungry mouth, sucking on it joyfully, and then letting it spring back out with a resounding "POP!" He carried this on for some time, back and forth, boob to boob...POP! POP! POP! While Kong ooked and jibbered around Fifty's tits, the Colossal Man, not one to let opportunity pass him by, took her from the rear. It seemed the very tall lass was not unaccustomed to anal sex, as the Colossal Man's eight foot penis slid through her sphincter and deep into her receptive colon with no problem at all. She wiggled and squirmed around his thrusting tool with great enthusiasm. Dracula's party guests stood in awe of this oversized three way hump. But then things took a turn toward the dangerous. Kong's carried-away hopping about and glazed-eyes gobbling of Fifty's mams soon had the trio teetering on the brink of losing all balance. Taking it from both the front and rear, the giddy giantess was in her own ga-ga land, and had no clue of what was happening except for the plundering of her ass and pussy and the hot sucking of her breasts. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, unseeing, as nuclear freak and giant ape screwed her senseless. Though he was also erotically juiced, the Colossal Man was the only one who still had even a semblance of conscious thought in his oozing brain. As his ramming schlong drilled Fifty's hot air balloon sized ass, he alone noticed that the fused group was hopping and bucking toward a rocky decline. But his besotted mind couldn't react fast enough. With his back to the approaching forty-five degree descent, Kong's eyes popped open wide when his foot slipped and subsequently felt no support. Then his other foot likewise stumbled. Unable to secure any solid support, gnarled ape toes grasped futilely at empty air. Refusing to let go of his all too rare nookie, he held firmly to the Fifty Foot Woman as he tumbled backward. She fell forward on top of him, her left tit still firmly in his mouth and his throbbing ape-woody deep inside her pussy. The Colossal Man likewise refused to let go of the lass, and he in turn tumbled on top of her, making damn sure his rod never moved from between her clenching cheeks. Down the hill the fornicating trio rolled, over and over, Kong on top then Colossal Man on top, down, down, down the hill. Inside Dracula's fortress, the partiers laughed and snorted, only too happy that the rutting trio had fallen AWAY from the castle, sparing their monstrous existences. A collective sigh of relief rose from the throng as they watched the gigantic, downhill bouncing humpers. To their fornicating credit, Colossal, Fifty and Kong never once stopped thrusting and heaving against one another. As they rolled and rolled downward, gaining speed and momentum, they kept fucking. The two sets of male hips kept plundering the sighing Fifty Foot Woman. They knocked down trees, sent boulders careening down the mountainside, and reshaped the ages old terrain. But it didn't put a crimp in their sex. From atop the mountain, safe inside the rock walls of Dracula's keep, the amused partiers watched the climax of the plus-sized humpfest from afar. Fiftty, Colossal and Kong had tumbled some two hundred yards before coming to a jolting stop against the base of a rocky, jutting cliff. Colossal Man hit it first, the momentum causing him to slide halfway up the side of the cliff before slowing and sliding back down to its base. The jarring impact ripped Fifty's comfy ass from around his member, but by then the desired result had been achieved. Colossal's exploding cock shot gobs of thick, sticky cum at least forty feet in the air. Back up the mountain, a round of applause raced through the admiring crowd. Kong likewise had his poker loosed from Fifty's well-oiled nest. He flipped up and over her back, landing atop the precipice of the cliff, straddling the jutting point of it...cumming like a Fourth of July fireworks show. His slightly tanner volleys crisscrossed with Colossal Man's as they sailed in a perfect arc through the early morning sky. Fifty had also flipped in the air, which had caused Kong's cliffward header in the first place. As she spun in tight, acrobatic circles, sailing about halfway up the height of the cliff, her gushing pussy sprayed a spiraling mist of cum in every direction. The spray was halted abruptly however when her free-falling rump landed with a loud, wet "goosh" on the Colossal Man's startled face. The force of that cheeky impact shoved the back of his head several feet deep into the face of the cliff, leaving just his startled face protruding conveniently from the earth. Fifty liked very much where she'd landed, and made no effort to get up off her comfy new seat, adjusting herself only slightly to maximize the benefits of this unexpected boon. After her advantageous adjustment, Colossal Man had no objections, either. He let her sit and squirm and continue to gush on his lapping smile. Kong felt left out. So, grasping a sturdy tree, he hung from it's lowest, thickest branch, his body dangling over the cliff just far enough for his dribbling, hairy penis to hover in front of Fifty's face. She snatched it up eagerly, shoving it deep in her mouth and sucking it hard. Kong's long ape fingers clutched the tree limb for dear life, hoping it wouldn't snap on him until after he'd gotten his meat thoroughly gobbled. And there the unperturbed trio sat, once again engaged in carnal activity. Kong was getting a hummer. Colossal had a tasty pussy snack he could savor for quite some time, now that all the downhill tumbling was done. And Fifty had a tongue in her pussy and a cock in her mouth. Happiness all around once again. And the sticky mist of their initial orgasms drizzled lazily to the rocky mountain soil around them, the mingled moisture creating a colorful rainbow that began above their oversized heads and drifted slowly to the unusually warm earth below. Overall, a spectacular show...appreciated by all. Having seen a dazzling orgasmic display of spurting giant cum, the revelers in the castle hooted and hollered their approval of the show. But since the giant trio had gotten back to basics after their entertaining mountain tumble-and-spurt, it was time for the guests to once again resume their naps. The males all stretched and yawned, hoping to lie on the floor once again and close their weary eyes. But the females at the party had other plans. Hyde's potion still had every penis in the room at full attention. As the men turned away from the windows - and the oral display down the mountainside - each erect cock was once again latched onto and fiercely claimed by a female guest. The men were dragged to the floor, but not for sleeping. Throbbing muscles, as before, were gobbled, stroked and humped. Females of every possible monstrous species giggled with joy and played with their chosen meat. The men, though exhausted, grinned and sighed....but not a one of them fought. They simply smiled and let the women have their way with them. And the fun began all over again. Only the sun-hating vampires were missing. Larry nuzzled Lorraina's neck, whispering in her ear, "Everyone's fucking their brains out in here, I believe. What say we head back down to that nifty dungeon and play all by ourselves again, hmmmmm....?" He then slipped his hand between her legs, knowing what he'd find. He was absolutely correct. Feeling Larry's persistent fingers sliding around in her wetness, Lorraina replied with a grin, "Sure, Wolfie, but this time I get to tie YOU up, remember?" "Sure, babe....bind me as tight as you like....long as you fuck my brains out." "Oh, beastie boy...that I will. That I most surely will." They once again stepped over writhing, moaning bodies, avoiding spurting fluids and flailing legs...and the unwanted advances of horny creatures. Working their way slowly and carefully to the ballroom door, they were finally able to exit the quickly "moistening" room. Just as they made their getaway, Larry reached down and picked something up from atop a pile of wriggling bodies. He laughed a dirty laugh. "Now I've got you," he said to Lorraina. Screeching with glee, she ran from him, heading down the very familiar corridor, with Larry in hot pursuit, brandishing his odd toy. He caught up with her as she ran. Turning the crank on the rotating eggbeater, it ground round and round behind her as she ran. "Who on Earth brought THAT thing to the party?" she giggled, speeding just ahead of him. "Who cares?" Larry chuckled, continuing to crank the handle. "I'm going to whip that tasty pussy of yours up into a really sweet, creamy treat." "I thought it already was a...." she began, just as Larry caught her. Then she sighed. Round and round the beater turned between her legs. She stopped running and gasped, then shuddered. Then Larry lifted it from her tender flesh and held it up to his mouth, licking it suggestively. "Mmmm....tasty as ever," he smiled. "Oh, Larry, let's get to that dungeon and fuck ourselves to death!" "Sounds like a plan to me!" he growled, following the snarling words with a howl. Tossing the eggbeater in an arc behind him, Larry whisked Lorraina up in his arms. Hair was sprouting up form every inch of his skin. His eyes blazed. His ears elongated and twitched. He sniffed Lorraina's hair, neck and shoulders as he loped along the stone floor. He growled from deep inside his chest. Kissing passionately, their hormones began to churn inside them yet again. Only one thing mattered to them. Fucking. Sexual union and orgasmic release....and anything and everything that led up to it. "To the dungeons!" Lorraina screamed between bouts of tonsil-hockey. "Yes, MA'AM!" Larry growled. It was the fastest Larry had ever run. They made it to the dungeon in minutes. When they got to the end of the corridor and the imposing door, Larry slung Lorraina briefly over his shoulder, just long enough to open the door. Then he once again carried her, like a groom carrying his bride across a threshold. Looking about, they both shrieked with pleasure. Empty...the entire dungeon was empty. All the lovely devices were vacated...all the pretty toys abandoned. Everything theirs for the taking. "Put me down, slave boy!" Lorraina bellowed, her voice echoing in the empty room. "Yes, ma'am," Larry repeated, beginning to slip snugly into character. "Now get over to that rack over there. I'm going to bind you up good and tight and tease you mercilessly. Then I'm going to do whatever I please to you. Move, boy! Hurry...don't keep your Mistress waiting!" "Wooohoooo!" Larry cheered, rushing to the rack. "Thank you, Lord Dracula," Lorraina whispered as she closed the door to their private playpen. When the door was completely closed and latched, she grinned and turned toward Larry, who sat eagerly on the rack, his right hind paw thudding the floor excitedly. "Now, I'm going to show you how I treat bad boys," she grinned wickedly. Walking toward him with a seductive, dominant swagger, she stopped only to pick up a whip and two sets of manacles. "Heel, doggie," she smirked. Larry's tail wagged and he panted like a puppy who expected his belly to be rubbed. "God, I love Dracula's parties," he sighed quietly as Lorraina approached, toys in hand. END *"Dracula's Halloween Orgy, 2003" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003*

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Devil's Debauchery Gwendolyn drew in a deep breath, slowly drawing herself up from sleep. She wondered, briefly, if the strange things she remembered had all been a dream, or perhaps some strangely erotic nightmare. She found a small smile appearing on her face as she felt the hard, stiff ache between her legs that told her the events she recalled were not merely fantasy, but in fact the strangeness of an odd reality. The new growth between her legs was not the only thing that was stiff; Gwen tried to move her fingers and toes only to find that as she remembered her hands and feet lacked both of them. Instead of the familiar digits, each limb instead ended in a large, heavy, cloven hoof. Gwen found herself blushing; oddly she didn't mind the loss of her hands and feet. It felt... fun, for some reason. The thought of being bestial really turned her on. She let out a soft cry as her member erupted with a thick gout of precum, drawing a muffled sound of protest from the sleeping figure next to her. She'd gone to bed snuggled up to Christine, but it seemed that sometime during the night Casey had wedged herself in between the two larger girls. Gwen gasped at the sight of her friend, the familiar tanned skin gone porcelain pale, transformed into a snow white adorned with radiant blue markings, makings that matched her lips and hair. Casey felt wonderfully soft and smooth as she pressed back instinctively against Gwen, slowly coming awake herself. The part-equine licked her lips, admiring her friend's altered body; where she had been boyish and lithe before, somehow her figure had transformed into a build that seemed to combine most of her original features with the hourglass figure that Christine had sported. It looked almost silly on the five and a half foot tall Casey, with a girth of bust and rump meant for someone with an additional six inches on her. But despite being a bit silly, it was... incredibly arousing. Gwen found herself wanting to stroke and caress her friend's body, but all she managed were some clumsy fumblings with her hooves that made the girl giggle. "No, just leave that to me," she murmured, reaching behind her to find Gwen's aching cock, stroking it. Casey gasped and rolled over, looking down at her friend's phallus. "Oh wow, Gwen, you're um... just about literally hung like a horse," she said softly, awed as she took the length in both hands. "Wh-what?!" she stammered, looking down at her hard on. It didn't seem any bigger than it had the previous day, but for some reason Casey seemed... smaller. Gwen had grown overnight, a good six or so inches at least, and her manhood had increased in scale. She hadn't remembered that her shaft had altered, the flesh turning dark, the head flattening out, and a ring appearing around the middle. She got a flash of pleasured memory, an image of a thick, black cock shaped much like her own, but bigger, and decidedly not belonging to her. Yeania's, her mistress. The thought made Gwen blush even more. Why was she thinking of the strange elven woman as her mistress, and why had she obeyed everything she had said? The horse-girl had masturbated to the point of exhaustion for her mistress the previous evening, and barely remembered any of it aside from a memory of delicious, wonderful pleasure. The memory made her gush again, splattering her thick pre on Casey's midsection. "Oh shit, I'm sorry!" she said softly, mortified. Casey chuckled and took one of Gwen's hooves in hand, rubbing her own erection against it. "Don't be, I feel the exact same way, except it's not my cock that's aching and dripping wet. This is a very strange thing that's happening to us, and while I think that being stuck with a cock is a bit much to pay for an ass and rack like I've always wanted, I'm not going to complain about how good it feels. Though the rest of it... I'm not sure what to think about it. But I..." she licked her azure lips with an equally azure tongue, "I don't want to think right now. I just... I just want to fuck, okay?" Gwen looked down at her equine erection, "I... I don't think it'll fit." Her length measured at least a good two feet. Casey just laughed and shifted her body, scooting down on Gwen's cock inch by inch. The pale girl moaned, her breaths coming faster and faster the more she took into her, but somehow she managed to get every last inch inside of her. She hugged Gwen tightly and let out a contented sigh, "Oh... that's perfect... mmm..." The horse-girl found herself unable to hold back a moan, the little Asian felt so good inside, though a bit strange. Casey felt oddly cool to the touch, rather than warm, almost like she was about the same temperature as the room around her. "Oooh, you're so warm, Gwen," she murmured, pressing up against her as tightly as she could. "I feel so chilly." Gwen wondered briefly if her friend was becoming a vampire, but then she looked down and saw something strange on Casey's neck. Where those... gills? While Gwen seemed to be heading to horsedom, and Christine to cowhood, Casey appeared to be becoming something scaled and aquatic. Almost if she'd heard her name being mentioned, Chrissie let out an annoyed groan, pulling the covers tighter around herself. Somehow she'd managed to end up with all of them during the night. Not surprising, after all the bed had been meant for one, maybe two people, but now it had all three altered girls snuggled together in it; though Chrissie seemed to be as far away from the other two as she could get and still be comfortably in the bed. Gwen tried her best to be quiet, but Casey didn't seem to notice. She let out a lusty moan and threw her head back, her climax merely spurring her on. This drew another sound of annoyance from Chrissie, who rolled over to glare at her friends. "Dammit you two, could you please be...." her eyes widened at the sight of Gwen and Casey in the midst of making love. "That's disgusting!" she said with a snort, "I thought you two would have more self control than this! Geez, less then twenty-four hours with drooling, aching, throbbing..." she licked her lips, "dicks and here you are p-practically throwing yourselves on one another." Casey turned her head and grinned, delighting in making Christine uncomfortable, "I bet you're just jealous, cause Gwen woke up with her cock hard, huge, and drooling and she put it to good use instead of giving herself blue balls. C'mon, there's plenty of room, don't you just want to shove that hot, hard shaft of yours into my pussy? Hmm?" She was quite enjoying herself, being able to shame and taunt the self-appointed 'leader' of the group. Casey found herself thinking that the changes to her body were completely tolerable if it meant being able to knock Christine off her high horse once in awhile. Chrissie let out a soft whimper, keeping the blankets wrapped tightly around her. "No, I'm not hard at all! Not in the slightest! What's happening to us is sickening and gross, you shouldn't be indulging your deformities like that." Chrissie shuddered as she looked over the pair. "You've even changed overnight! Gwen has a deeper tan for some reason, and you've shrunk, Casey!" "N-no, she hasn't gotten smaller, Chris, you've gotten b-bigger," Gwen managed between pleasured moans. The blonde shook her head rapidly from side to side, "No I haven't! I haven't changed at all!" she protested, as if denying the possibility would make it true. "You've definitely changed a bit, Chrissie, you've got horns!" Casey pointed out with a grin. Chrissie pulled her hands out from beneath the blanket, feeling the small nubs of her horns with her altered hands, each sporting only three digits instead of the usual five, all three thicker than usual. Casey giggled and tugged the covers away from Chrissie, revealing her bovine body for all to see. Gwen and Casey both gasped at the sight, as she had been transformed more than either of them. Her tits were huge, bigger than her head, damned near the size of beachballs, each one sporting three large, long, dark colored teats. Her own cock was almost a mirror of Gwendolyn's, several feet in length, thick, with a ring around the middle and a fat, broad, flat head. Her tanned skin was marred with darker blotches, including a large one on her midsection that features two pairs of half-dollar sized bumps in the middle of it. Chrissie looked absolutely mortified at her friends' gawking. She turned beet red, especially as her long teats began to drip. Her breasts had gotten even bigger overnight as they filled with milk. "D-don't look at me!" she scolded, shuddering, trying to cover herself back up. "It's n-not bad, Chrissie, just weird. At least you've still got hands. Just imagine if you had to milk yourself with just hooves," Gwen offered. Chrissie let out a soft moan, her breasts continuing to leak, and her cock oozing precum at the thought of milking herself. "Th-that's not helping!" she growled. "I... I need to get this to stop. To make it go away! I want this stupid thing gone!" she looked as if she were about to smack her cock for a second, and then thought better of it. "I bet it's not going to go down unless you do something about it," Casey said with a snort, turning back to Gwen, focusing on their lovemaking once again. "Either stick your dick my cunt and stop whining about it, or go fucking sulk somewhere else where you're not going to kill the moods of people who are making the most of their weird, freakish animal bodies. At least you're still a mammal! I think I'm cold blooded! And I've got GILLS for fuck's sake. GILLS!" Chrissie lowered her head and looked to the door, than back to her friends, "You've already got Gwen's horse cock in your pussy. I'll break you in half!" Casey snorted, "Why are you two so concerned about hurting me? For heaven's shake just shut up, do what I tell you, and cram that huge donkey-dick of yours inside me!" "I... I'm not a donkey!" Chrissie stammered, a bit taken aback at Casey's sudden shift in personality. "No, you're a bloody huge chocolate milk moo cow! Choose now, fun with Dick in Casey, or go and chew your cud!" Chrissie bit her bottom lip and thought for a few moments before reluctantly slipping back into the bed, coaxing her shaft into the pale girl's sex, where it met with Gwen's own. "Fuck yes!" Casey just about snarled, "Finally I'm getting a proper fucking!" Chrissie found herself pressing up tight against Casey, whose head disappeared between her heavy milk-bags. Mmm... it felt so good to be so close with her friends. Casey's motions made her breasts wiggle, which felt good, and she kept pressing back against Chrissie's midsection, which oddly felt even better. "Good good, now moo-moo, put those big clumsy mitts of yours on my tits, and horse-face here, you see what flavor of milk we're going to have on our cereal today..." Casey ordered. Chrissie let out a soft pleasured moo as Gwen began to drink from her. Just as her coloration hinted, the flavor of the day appeared to be chocolate... -o- Gwen sighed, looking down at her bowl of milk-less cereal. The other two had decided to take their breakfast outside, and then do a little exploring on the island. Chrissie had managed to cram herself into a t-shirt and skirt, while Casey seemed to be going around in the nude. Neither of them had realized that things would be awkward for Gwen. She'd changed the least, the only alterations being to her hands, feet, and complexion, but those changes had made her far more bestial; the clumsy hooves where her hands used to be made dressing herself, or eating with utensils impossible. Gwen couldn't even hold the bowl still to eat out of. She looked over the mess she'd made on the table and sighed again. Maybe she could go out and find some sort of tasty plant to graze on. That's what horses did, after all. She blushed at the thought of it, her on all fours, like a beast. The thought turned her on for some reason. Even though Gwen and her two friends had spent the morning fucking each other senseless, she was still getting hard at a moment's notice. Gwen bent down to try and get one more mouthful of real human food, only to find the bowl moving away from her as her face came within inches. She stared at it for a moment, only to find a sudden push at her midsection, the edge of the table butting against her belly. That was odd, as she'd been bent over the table, rather than sitting down up close to it. Gwen stood and found that the table had gotten bigger. She began to hear pops and creaks for all around her, the boat around her seeming to bend and stretch. The floor suddenly shifted underneath her, and only her large, broad hooves prevented her from sprawling to the floor. The boat seemed to be changing, the furnishings altering around Gwen. She darted from the cabin, reaching the deck, which began to heave under her. Gwen leapt to the sandy shore below, the sounds intensifying behind her. Their boat seemed to be shifting and altering, much as their own bodies had. The shape was quite familiar, it seemed to be transforming from a boat into a house. Gwen watched for a few moments before she had to turn away. All the odd twisting and flowing of solid material like it was liquid made her dizzy, and filled her empty tummy with nausea. The equine herm sighed, looking down over her tanned, naked, be-hooved body and picked a random direction, heading out into the forest as her belly rumbled. Something seemed to be drawing her to a specific place, and she found herself moving faster and faster. Gwen found herself grinning from ear to ear, delighting in the unusually fast pace she was making. It seemed that she could run much faster upon her hooves than she had with her feet. It was thrilling, feeling the wind in her hair and her tail. Wait... her tail? The redhead stopped in her tracks, spinning around to gawk at the sleek, shining red-orange hair that hung from a place just above her rump. Somewhere along the line she'd grown a full-on horse's tail and not noticed. Her legs were different too; her knees bent the wrong way, they were shaped differently too! Heavy muscles at her hips, meant for powerful running. Though surprised by her alterations, Gwen didn't mourn the loss of her humanity. She loved being like this, even though it was strange and at times inconvenient. Like having her huge horsecock full erect as she ran, her movements making it smack against her belly and breasts. As she started to run again, Gwen realized that she was essentially masturbating. Trying out the alterations to her body, her motions pleasuring her massive manhood in an odd way. She moaned as she ran, faster and faster, her pleasure surging higher and higher the more speed she gained and the closer she came to her destination. Fire burned within her flesh and bone, altering her even as she moved, but not once did it interfere with her stride. Somewhere along the line she'd dropped to all fours without noticing, her pace increasing once more. She let out a wild whinny as she burst into a clearing, her pleasure reaching its peak. Gwen stood upon all fours, her body grown larger, its shape changed. No more would she walk upright like a human, but upon all fours like a beast. But it didn't matter to her in the slightest, she loved it, adored it, and even if she hadn't, she'd have put up with it for the wonderful feelings that flowed through her as her cock emptied itself into making a thick, white puddle upon the smoothened stone. Gwen panted, her head lowered upon an elongated neck. She heard a sudden noise, rather like a cry of surprise, and then some odd sounds that reminded her of those that her own body made during transformation. She looked up to see Yeania standing in front of a crude slab of rock, almost like a bench that appeared to have been heaved up. It seemed as if the grey-skinned elven woman had been crying. She stared at Gwen with wide eyes, as if not expecting her to be there. Her gaze traced over the redhead's quadrupedal body, and she gasped softly. The equine could see the elf's red skirt beginning to rise in the front. "Y-you shouldn't be here," Yeania stammered. "I... I felt like I was supposed to be here," came Gwen's reply, her hooves clopping on the stone as she approached, "so I came." The elf snuffled and then let out a small laugh, motioning at the large puddle, "Well, it seems that you did, and did so quite spectacularly." She sighed and sat down upon the crude bench, muttering to herself. "Y-you were doing magic here..." Gwen said, it wasn't a question. She could feel an odd, electric sensation upon the air, and knew that it had come from her mis... from Yeania. The elf nodded, "I was trying to make myself a home," she said simply, "Demonic magic isn't all that good for creating things. I couldn't even make a comfortable place to sit." Yeania's eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her mouth. Gwen lowered herself down near the bench, placing her head in Yeania's lap. "You're a demon, I know. I figured that out. You don't match your shadow, my mistress." Both of them shivered a little when Gwen gave voice to the word 'mistress.' "There's something wrong with me. My magic doesn't work like I remember it; I can do some things, but not others. My body isn't supposed to be like this, it's supposed to be bigger, sinister, predatory, far more intimidating. I have no idea what's happened, or what to do. I've been asleep for a long time, and I just... I just woke up here." She began to stroke Gwen's hair absently. "You didn't bring us here?" Gwen asked softly. Yeania shook her head, "No, I didn't. I found you and... well... I couldn't help it. I just did what I've always done. Punish people for their misdeeds; attempt to corrupt them by fulfilling dark desires. Like you and yours. It's just so... tempting. It was something familiar I could do in a smaller, weaker existence stranded in a place I am not familiar with, located in a cosmos that is far, far vaster than anything I could ever have imagined..." The demoness found herself almost hugging Gwen, even though she'd never done that before. "And I'm having strange feelings, emotions that are utterly foreign to me, like... like..." Gwen smiled, raising her head to kiss the demoness upon the cheek. "Like love, maybe?" "M-maybe," stammered the demoness. "H-here, I'll change you back. You don't need to be put though all of this. Only the bitchy blonde deserves punishment. You and the smaller girl, you don't deserve this." Gwen shook her head, "Don't you dare! I... I love being like this! I love my cock, my hooves, going around on all fours. It... it turns me on like I couldn't believe. And Casey? Casey's been... confidant. She's been in control. She's not letting Christine boss her around anymore. She browbeat her into having a three-way with her and I even! And it felt... it felt great!" The equine hugged Yeania as best she could, "No, no. Don't take all of this away. Just go through with it, change me all the way into whatever you want me to be. I know I'll love it, just as much as I love you." "A-and why do you love me?" Yeania asked softly, startled, seeming almost afraid. "I... I don't know. I just do! It just feels right, feels good... makes me feel good to be with you. Is it like that with you?" The demoness smiled and nodded her head. "Y-yeah, it feels a bit like that," she said as she stood. She spoke strange words, making a few gestures with her hands, placing them upon Gwen's shoulders. Yeania leaned down, her lips meeting with Gwendolyn's own, and the equine felt a surge of energy rocket through her. She felt herself growing, muscle and bone expanding at an incredible rate. She found her human figure vanishing rapidly as her lanky, tanned body gave way to light, full furred horseflesh. Her breasts vanished, her chest expanded, her limbs growing longer and thinner to better suit a true quadrupedal gait. But rather than feeling her face push forward into an equine muzzle, she found her neck growing rather oddly. The shape seemed weird, yet at the same time familiar. Soon Yeania was standing on the tips of her toes to maintain the kiss, and Gwen found herself embracing her mistress with a new pair of limbs. Soon even tiptoes was not even enough for the two to maintain their embrace, and Gwen opened her eyes, looking down upon the demoness from still human eyes peering out from a still human face. Her head atop perfectly human shoulders above large, decidedly human breasts. Her humanity had been restored, to a point. Looking down past her restored arms and hands, Gwen could see the equine body that had so aroused her, could feel it as a part of herself, could feel her obscenely massive cock hanging down between her legs. "I'm a centaur!" she said gleefully. "The very best that human and horse have to offer, I think," the demoness said with a grin. "It's perfect! I love it, mistress!" Gwen said, her horse's body moving to lie down as if she'd been doing so for ages, putting herself back on a level where she could kiss her mistress. "I should properly thank my mistress," Gwen murmured, her hand reaching down to caress the large tent in the demoness' skirt. "You said that this would come in time, Yeania. Do you think perhaps that now is that time?" The demoness nodded, sitting back on the bench, allowing Gwen to bend her human half down. The centaur's tongue traced over her lips at the anticipation of pleasuring her mistress. "Oh yes, my pet, I think that now is that time..." The centaur opened her mouth wide to take in Yeania's manhood. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in her motions as inch after inch of the thick, black equine shaft disappeared between her lips. She'd performed the act a few times, but she wasn't a pro at it like Christine was. But it seemed that the demoness' alterations to her had included a reduced gag reflex, at least so far as her own member was concerned. Gwen felt a strange sense of satisfaction rising within her; it felt good to please the demon, it was right to please the demon, and as she began to put her tongue to work, she quickly found that pleasing her mistress also filled her with a seemingly equal pleasure. Despite her own lusts, manhood and womanhood alike both throbbing and aching with desire, her attention was focused entirely upon her lover rather than herself. Though that didn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun. Yeania's alterations of her seemed to have further enlargened Gwen's bust, and she figured that it would be fun to put it to use. The demoness' shaft was already well-slickened by the centaur's saliva, and it slide easily between the twin orbs as she sandwiched it between them. A soft sigh from her mistress sent a shiver of pleasure through Gwen's body, her mistress' clawed hands gripping her red tresses as she took control of the pace. The centaur relinquished it easily, feeling more comfortable with Yeania taking control. The demon's thrusts were faster than her own motions would have allowed, and they were also a bit harder, rougher. But that only served to excite Gwen further. The centaur couldn't help but let out a groan as her cock stirred. Her position was rather uncomfortable, as she was essentially lying on her cock. It felt huge, though she had no idea how big it had become, as the bulk of her equine lower body was in the way. She almost whimpered as Yeania drew her cock fully from Gwen's mouth, "Mmm... that's enough foreplay, my dear. I have to admit that I chose this shape for you because it matched my own preferences for lovers. When you're hung like a horse, well, on occasion you get the urge to slip it into something that was perfectly made for compatibility. Stand up." The centauress did so in an instant, almost bowling her mistress over in the process. But Yeania merely chuckled, walking slowly around her pet, admiring her handywork. Gwen found herself leaning into the demon's hand as she ran it over her flank. "Hells, you're huge, honey," Yeania said, sneaking a peak down below. The demoness' reptilian tail ran over the underside of Gwen's huge horsecock, drawing a delighted cry from the centauress. "I'm going to have to try that out sometime." Gwen was so big that Yeania found herself stepping up onto the bench she'd manage to form out of the rock in order to position herself properly, but it was not a bother. She chuckled, placing her hands upon Gwen's rump, "Are you ready my pet?" she asked. Her pet nodded rapidly, a blush spreading over her face as she did so. Centaur and demoness alike gasped as Yeania's length slowly entered Gwen's depths, "I had nearly forgotten what pleasures of the flesh had felt like..." she murmured as she hilted herself in her pet. Gwen could barely comprehend the words her mistress had spoken. Yeania had indeed made her a perfect fit, and the shemale demon's cock pressed up against all the right places within her. The centaur's four legs wobbled a bit as her mistress began to thrust, slowly, gently at first. Yeania hadn't been exaggerating; she'd spent untold years trapped within her prison, having no true body to speak of. She almost felt like a virgin. Almost. It had been so long since her last proper encounter, that the demoness found that she had almost no control over herself, a slave to her body's own natural lovemaking rhythm. She supposed that she ought to have some sort of boastful comment, or some darkly funny quip to speak while taking her pet for the first time. But behaving like a proper demon didn't really matter to her. The demoness' tail lashed from side to side, lustful growls escaping her as her pleasure built higher and higher. Her taloned hands dug into Gwen's flanks, but the tough horsehide was more than a match for Yeania's small, nail-like claws. The act merely served to enhance the centauress' pleasure. Despite herself, Gwen kept trying to press back against Yeania. She was sure that she ought to have knocked the demoness off the bench with her much larger mass by now, but the demoness held strong, her body apparently more powerful than it looked. The feral growls from her lover seemed to spike instincts from within Gwen, boosting her pleasure all the more. Yeania made no sound as she climaxed, her breath caught in her throat as the sensation overwhelmed her, just as the tide of hot seed into her womb sent Gwen over the edge, a silent cry coming from her throat at the sudden intensity of heat and liquid, drawing her into her own massive climax. It did indeed feel like Yeania had years, decades of stored up seed to pump into her. It would have made her belly swell massively as a human, but with a horse's body it barely added the slightest curve to her belly. It was several minutes before Yeania had recovered the strength to withdraw. Gwen stepped away from the massive mess her maleness had made, shaking her hooves to rid herself of the stickiness. But despite the plentiful release, her equine member was still fully erect, eager for more. Looking down she could see the sheer size of it reflected in the slowly spreading pool of her own seed. It made Gwen blush, her member was absolutely huge! There was no way that it was going to fit in anyone or anything! "Hells you look so sexy, Gwen. You and that big cock. Mmm... I might even end up making it bigger." The demoness purred, hopping down from the bench, turning her back to Gwen and lifting her tail. "But let's see how we like this size before we start changing the little details." The centauress just gawked; surely her mistress wasn't expecting her to... "Gwen, darling, your mistress would like a horsey ride, and by that I want the horse riding me! I hate to see you all needful and aching like that, but if you're going to be so tentative about putting that thing to good use, well... I've always been a fan of use it or lose it." Yeania grinned, "And you most certainly wouldn't want to be the only girl on the island without a nice sexy cock of her own, hmm?" Gwen blushed, placing her forelegs atop the bench Yeania was bent over. "N-no, mistress. Of course not!" she said, sounding almost offended. "There's the passion I want to see. Now, do whatever feels good, my pet. Don't worry about hurting me in the slightest. First of all, because you probably can't, and second because I'll have had much, much worse," she said sweetly, followed up by a growled "So stop prancing around and fuck me already!" "Y-yes!" Gwen cried. "Yes, mistress!" The pleasured cries of both mistress and pet could be heard from all over the island.

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